Personal Narrative Analysis

Nowadays, technology is an important tool used in so many different aspects of our life to help things like finance, navigation, and even food. With all of the advancements and ideas that the tech industry is making, technology is now becoming more and more involved in the health and wellness aspects of our lives. Now Physical therapists are starting to go along with this trend and have been using more of the tools and applications that are being created to help with the rehabilitation of their patients. Some of the new technology that has been created are specific video games that have new workout routines, stretches, timers and diet suggestions for the Wii or X-Box Kinect. There are also new smartphone and smart watch apps with similar features

Remember, the perpetrator can create multiple diseases simultaneously to make the victim restless, angry, and loose cool. But I suffered through all these calmly; I know this is the only way to win. Winning is important because I take this as a game, and If I fail, then disappointed and angry. I am not expecting to win all the time, I am aware. Finally, I have to surrender. Now I am on the verge of defeat.

In my four years of my high school experience, I was not excited to go to school or even be at school due to the long days, but at the end of the day, I was really excited to attend a place

Going to high school with a convict father was one of the biggest challenges of my life. I had a great relationship with my dad, when he was arrested I was devastated because I knew my life wouldn’t be the same. I was living under a one income family that didn’t make much so money was very tight, I was using my siblings’ hand-me-down clothes and I was not able to go out to enjoy a lunch with friends since my mom couldn’t afford to give me a little extra cash. I started freshman year seeing my mom struggle to keep all three of my siblings and me on course with our studies and behavior. I started to rebel against my mom’s authority because I felt as though I could do what I want because no one was there to back my mom up like my dad would. I

As I sit here now as a senior and look back at my past, I realized I would not change it. I grew up being a military daughter and since I did, there were many tears that ran down my face. During my elementary through 9th grade years, I would say I grew up without having my dad, due to the fact that he was stationed somewhere and my mom just wanted to stay in Oklahoma to keep her job. I remember all the good times I had with my dad when he was home such as going fishing, playing soccer, or just spending time with my him. I was a daddy's girl, I always loved to spend time with him while he was home. I usually got to see my dad on Christmas and that was the only holiday I spent with him. Then halfway through my first year of high school, he retired

The hospital became a very familiar place for me at the age of 19; as my mother went through all the necessary steps leading up to her operation, she was diagnosed with a benign brain tumor, although it was benign it was pressing on a major vessel blocking the proper flow of blood to her brain. As the doctors explained to us what needed to be done and that all the hard work would begin once the operation was over, I knew right then and there that my mother needed me now more than ever.

We got in the car excited of what would come next. I knew this year would be better than last year. Me and my brothers set our goal for how many tickets we would earn. When the desired moment finally arrived we got out of the car, and walked through the parking lot. The cold breeze up against our shoulders like diving into a pool with a frigid temperature, I mean, after all, it was Christmas day. When we opened the double doors to the building we saw it, the big shiny metal door, and we all got overjoyed.

I took voice lessons when I was ten; something I had always wanted to do, but had never tried. I wanted to be like Carrie Underwood, writing hit songs, making tons of money, and getting into all kinds of trouble with “cowboy casanovas”. Although singing was something I’d always wanted to do, I was afraid of being substandard, so I kept talking my parents out of it. Finally, my mom dragged me to the class and I was extremely nervous, I was shaking harder than Taylor Swift in her new music video. My mother’s assurance that I was a great singer and that the instructor would love me proved to be a poor buffer against my fears.

There are few people in this world who can say they are the oldest of nine kids, have ADHD and a 4.1 GPA, or live on a small farm with animals. I, however, embody all of these extraordinary traits, even in addition to left-handedness and extreme far-sightedness! How is that for recessive genes? Yet I believe that my uniqueness, more importantly, has shaped me with strong character and fortitude.

As a child I never realized the true advantages I was given in life. My understanding of the wonderful things that come from knowing the English language never occurred to me. Being naive, I thought everyone that spoke English spoke it the same, not knowing that dialects even existed. But as I grew older my experiences built how I spoke and I truly began to realize how complex something like being a native speaker of English can be.

To this day, I have never met someone who doesn’t have a bit of glossophobia, the fear of public speaking. However, when you struggle with an anxiety disorder that has been at your side since you were little, public speaking skips being difficult and ends up somewhere near panic attack inducing. The moment I stepped up in front of a crowd for the first time and began to orate, the feeling was both exhilarating and petrifying. It was if I lost my voice and found it; although I froze an incalculable amount of times throughout the ten minute speech, I felt empowered- finally, after all these years of melting into the background, people were listening to me. I had decided at that instant that I was going to use vox popoli to show that my anxiety

As a kid, I had a fear of falling. Maybe it was due to my subconscious remembrance of falling off the porch when I was three or perhaps my fear was irrational. But for whatever reason, I was terrified to fall. Though for most people, they are afraid of falling and heights. But that was not the case for me. I wasn’t scared of riding horses, even when I was feet away from the ground while riding them. But, as I didn’t want to fall, I was cautious and careful. I rode with the reins tighter than necessary and always leaned forward in the saddle when going at any speed other than walk.

On December 19, 2012, on the way back home from soccer practice, my parents let the news out that we were to move for the second in two years. The year before had been an adventurous one. I was beginning “middle school” in Australian standards, and that was the year I found out that our family was to be moving back to the US, to the Windy City. Well…a little north from there to a small village named Glencoe. This move was welcome as for the first time I would receive an education in America. Upon moving there and getting settled in and starting school, I fell in love with the place and everybody who was associated with it as it was a small village with less than 2,000 people. I also did not expect to move anywhere. I though that this would

If you had told me a few years ago that I would get on my bike and ride to a different state, and all for a soda and some fries from McDonalds, I would have told you that was ludicrous. No-one would ever commute that far for something so trivial. And yet just last year, I would do exactly that.

Most of my last year went like this: long stretches of golden crops, rocky cliffs, hypnotizing yellow dashes marking the road, and when the sun gets low, looking for a hidden thicket to rest uninterrupted at night. I have spent the fall of 2014 biking South through Argentina and this past summer of 2015 riding westward through the United States, both joined by a number of friends of mine. Altogether, these trips have added up to only a mere six months of my life. However, I see the separate journeys as one epic saga that has lasted decades and that has changed me. I am braver than I used to be. I am more confident.