Personal Narrative Analysis

Jerry wakes up in a dissociative state still hungover from the previous night’s drug binge, nullifying the pain with a fluffy, symmetrical line of Peruvian cocaine and a tightly packed bowl of luminescent green, trichome plastered cannabis nug sourced from California out of his Illadelph bong; naturally, Jerry was quite the aficionado in recreational drug use and progressive dependency. As dopamine floods his prefrontal cortex he’s invigorated with a renewed sense of grandiosity; he looks in the mirror, his eyes are sunken in, the pallor of his complexion is ghostly, an apparition of a once revered public figure. He averts his eyes to his many awards and commendations for a brief moment, before the cannabis takes effect. He brushes

I believe that opportunities that are not taken only open up more opportunities in the future.

event. The fact of the matter was, the men that knew about the site had been killed earlier on by the Mexicans. No one knew about it until, than one US Army Colonel Clayton arrived and asked them why they didn’t use any of the gear in the bunker. Of course, the Marines response to that question was, ‘What bunker?’

A time that I faced a challenge was my junior year in high school. This was my hardest year academically. I felt as if three out of my five classes were impossible to pass (the other two being electives). It seemed like no matter how hard I studied or how much tutoring I received, there was no light at the end of the tunnel. Going from a straight A student with an occasional B here and there to then being in the low B range killed me. I stressed myself out tremendously over grades to where it became unhealthy. I would have migraines daily. I would come home, go straight to my room and dwell on the fact that I had no idea how to start my homework let alone complete it. I would sit there, depressed, crying my eyes out because I had nowhere to

As a baby, I was always a little more advanced; I walked early, and knew a few more words than your typical one-year-old. Learning my alphabet and numbers came from shows like Barney and Sesame Street. Once I started formulating phrases and sentences, my mom always made it a point to correct my words. My mom always took the opportunity to challenge me as a child, playing math and vocabulary games with me, using flashcards where my prize for getting them right was candy; instilled in me how important an education was because there is nothing like knowing something someone else doesn’t. My earliest memories about reading and writing were very pleasant for me. In a way, you could even say that some of these experiences were even gratifying to

I learned a good lesson when my mom got a new boyfriend. Everyone seems to just know that your love one will have your back until they turn on you to please themselves. You never really realize that something is going to change up until the last minute. Even with your eyes open it never seems so real. On that I learned the bad it had become with trusting my own mom.

As I become aware of the different issues that are happening in Puerto Rico and the rest of the world, I realize the duty we all have to be part of the solution; as a result, this summer I dedicated some of my time to community service. Even though, I had participated in some causes with my school, it was not until this summer that I discovered how rewarding it is to help others. I volunteered in the Food Bank of Puerto Rico (Feeding America), the American Red Cross and Puerto Rico Therapy Dogs. Each of the causes is special in their own way and I really enjoyed working with them.

At the end of junior year, I seemed to have everything in my favor. I was competing in a state science competition, a state business competition, I received an invitation to a medical scholars program, and my lowest grade was a 99—life was great. In a matter of six weeks, I lost all motivation to succeed; that utopia came crashing down.

If you 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 stupid, and no-one would ever ride that far for something so trivial. And yet just last year, I would do exactly that.

Over the course of this year I have been through quite a few “hard” times. This was the year I finally stood up for myself to my biological father, about my lifestyle, and I finally changed my life to not eating meat. Before I had changed my entire life, by switching my diet, it was a struggle for me physically, and even mentally. It seems easy for me but it is still VERY difficult for me to stick with it because I grew up with meat and animal products as the number one food source. The majority of my family still eats meat and animal by products, but me and my sister switched together so it was a whole lot easier. I have always thought meat was disgusting I just felt pressured into eating, even though it made me feel sick, and it made me feel

It was a dark spring night on campus. I was waiting for hours or though it seemed. It is not everyday that your roommates set you up with the best athlete on campus. It shocked me that my roommate could convince him that I was worth the best quarterback in the country’s time.

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.

This week was a little challenging. On Tuesday June 7th I went out to take a client to look for housing and apply for apartments. The client informed me that she had an eviction four years ago. I was not aware of the situation until on my way to take the client to apply. My client was so excited that she was going to get a second chance at renting again. I had to inform her that she was not going to be able to apply unless she had fulfilled the judgment of her eviction. The client was so upset because if she does not find housing for her and her children the Division of Family service will take custody of her children. I had to make a few calls and there was this man by the name of GR Myers who rents to people who has been evicted. He called

I attach myself to words, certain words and literature seem to draw out my inner optimist. I spend my free time watching biographies and documentaries or reciting poetry of Langston Hughes and although I tip toe over a plethora of quotable sentences and words, I find myself stuck on one in particular. The word that leaves footprints throughout the sands of my mind is “Triumphant” /trīˈəmfənt/ the dictionary defines the word as “feeling or expressing jubilation after having won a victory or mastered a difficulty.” In layman’s terms it’s just considered “winning” but Triumphant to me means so much more.

Back in 8th grade like a lot of teens I became really distant from school and my work ethic became something atrocious. I felt this way about school because the mind set I was in had me thinking that most of school was useless and how was this going to help me. My friends were an extremely big part of my life so I would often put them first. My attitude was bad towards my parents and that stopped after 8th grade year but the bad habits continued. This was until last year when I finally realized that in the real world you can’t just ignore what you have to do. My parents had shown and told me what was going to happen and I really didn’t want to go down that road. I feel like the two people who impacted my life so much were my parents even when my dad was deployed and my mom trying to hold a job through a bad series of events. I knew that I didn’t want to feel the pain that my dad feels having to work in the military which he has slowly started to dislike. I also