Personal Narrative Analysis

Welcome to my outlandish, yet in my opinion, amusing brain! The name presented to me upon birth is Taylor Lee Thompson. Currently, I am suffering through the struggles of junior year at Marion Senior High School. Difficult classes, early mornings, and extracurricular activities have made me an expert in the sport of juggling. The class that has appealed to me the most over the years is Criminal Justice. I found the behind the scenes instruction absolutely riveting! My instructor, Mrs. Hamm, kept me on my toes and I was always learning about crime, criminals, and cases. On the other hand, the class I utterly dread is history. Any and every type of history has always slowly bored me to sleep. I am convinced we are taught the same curriculum

A reoccurring circumstance in my life that I have been apart of for the last couple of years is competing on a cross-country team. For me, running is both exercise and a metaphor. Running day after day, piling up the races, bit-by-bit I raise the bar, and by clearing each level I elevate myself. At least that’s why I’ve put in the effort day after day: to raise my own level. Racing for me hasn’t always been this crystal clear. When I first started running there were the wind sprints, suicides, mile runs, max-out days, and the months of conditioning that made me wonder why as athletes we keep giving a 110 percent day in and day out.

For the first six years of my life, I was a content child who enjoyed the companionship of a younger brother and had little to no worries. Then one day in August, my family decided that it was time to move again. This time our destination was Keene Texas, a rather small city whose only notable feature was a modest Seventh Day Adventist University.

My summer wasn’t the best but I had fun. First off I came back from a vacation in Custer. I came home on June 2, 2015. When I returned home, I decided I go get a job for the summer so I won’t be too bored and start to think negatively. I went to city park a lot during the summer because some of my friends and I were playing basketball. I also didn’t like that I had to deal with my mom being in the hospital. She was in a very bad condition until finally she got to come home and now I’m just putting stress on her.

The fourth chapter is almost a continuation of chapter three. I this chapter it looks at the 50:50 nation more as a whole rather than the individuals and there almost equal views. IT first talks about sorting and how this has brought the views of polarization into new light. A few decades ago many people were of different parties, such as a democrat with some conservative views and visa versa. In years since there has been two ways to take the information from here. The first is sorting, which is a real think, it is when people are starting to identify purely as there party without many adjectives. All this does is nicely sort everyone into the respective categories. When looking through a biased polarized lenses people are not seeing the settling

Extinction? No! As I see it, families could have been lost long ago with the severity in which one parented. Upon my father’s death, I had an enlightening conversation, with my Uncle Bill, about the abuse my father suffered at the hands of his father and mother. My Uncle, by marriage, shared the many torments my father experienced, and yet his siblings were untouched. My father married, had two children with my mom, and adopted me. He was a terrific father, with very few exceptions.

My journey to being fully natural has been a long, depressing, expensive and self-loving one. I’ve always had long, thick, glossy, off black hair that touched my shoulder blades until I let my cousin Erin and auntie Jeanette convince me to go natural in 2015.

Northwestern has already played a massive role in my development as a learner. Starting in fifth grade I took an Astronomy summer class with the Center for Talent Development program. I was hooked! I continued to take CTD courses throughout middle school. Having a group of likeminded classmates fostered a passion for science that catapulted me into AP courses in High School. Northwestern attracts a student community that I want to be a part of.

Imagine having the christmas spirit Then breaking a bone! I broke my arm two years ago two weeks from christmas.

In my recent memory, there hasn’t been a significant “bump in the road” that affected my last four years. However, if there was something that I will acknowledge held me back from unleashing my full potential, it definitely had to be caring a little too much for my friends.

I have a fully-grown massive Rottweiler named Mayson. When I first received my dog I had no idea that I was going to receive odd looks from people all over my neighborhood. I did not know that this tailless, lovable creature would soon grow to be my shadow of disapproval. To this day, they do not like looking at a five foot two female walking a 103 pound black bear-like dog half her size. Throughout the years, I have learned to cope with my so-called bloodthirsty dog by taking her out for walks when there are no sounds of children, strollers, or skateboards. I walk her late because I do not like to receive dirty looks from my neighbors for they do not trust my beast. My neighborhood once led me to believe the rumors about my black sheep because

Some time during my elementary education my mom told me that when accompanied by pain, experiences or ideas are committed stronger to memory, which is why in college she would memorize presentations whilst dunking her feet in tubs of ice water. While the pain she was speaking of was physical, through experience I’ve come to realize it’s just as true for the mental counterpart of emotional trauma. As such, the events of my childhood that stand out to me the most are the ones that brought me pain, and ultimately, they were the same ones that propelled me to grow the most.

In a series of unfortunate, clumsy events, I found myself walking home at three o’ clock

BOOM, BOOM, CRACKLE, goes the thunder as the plane takes off to NEPAL. ‘I do not think we are supposed to fly in this kind of weather’ Tim said.

My background contains two adolescent years in the better neighborhoods of hydro electrically powered Zaporozhye, Ukraine, ten developmentally critical birthdays celebrated unceremoniously, while calling home an area in Sacramento known among locals as an actual antithesis to diversity, and a remaining lifetime enduring the tell-tale inevitable mishaps of time. Today, I house within me complex emotional ranges assiduously spattered along the spectrum of human expression, starkly vivid experiences collected through several once-in-a-lifetime moments, and, hopefully, a holistic identity deemed worthy by institutions purposed for passionate academic pursuits.