Personal Narrative Analysis

Jumping about two years ahead now, I have graduated high school; I think I am going to get a job and stay home at home to take a year off of school. A week before college classes were scheduled to start, I signed a letter of intent, packed the car and drove to Williston, North Dakota. While in North Dakota, I was to play softball for the Williston State College Tetons; or so I thought.Within the first two months, I had proved myself one of the best players on the team. However with injuries and asthma holding me back, I was called to speak with the coach one day. The conversation consisted of a general consensus between herself and the assistant coach, that I was not a good teammate on or off the field and I was to return my uniform and my gear before dinner. This moment marks my journey to the dark side; on this day I lost any faith I had. Skipping ahead a couple of months, I came home for Christmas and managed to find myself again; through family, friends, and my spiritual leader. As much as it hurt to bite my own tongue, I typed the most passionate and appropriate letter I could to the coach, explaining why I should be brought back to the team. Leaving

I devoured books with tenacity, reading beyond my grade level. My vocabulary expanded beyond the bounds of any fifth grade classroom.

Over seventeen years ago, the last day of school for my siblings, my mom start to have contractions around two in the afternoon. She had been preparing for my arrival and the upcoming summer vacation while my dad was working nearby. Finally, at six o’clock in the evening, on June 3rd, I was born a healthy baby a few days past my due date of May 31st. It had been quick, intense birth for my mom, who decided to go without an epidural. Throughout the two days my mom and I were in the hospital, we had many visitors: Uncle Tom, Granny, (mom’s side) and my siblings (Ben and Olivia).

his past weekend, was all together, a terrible wind storm, if you ask me. There were branches collapsing off trees, covering the road. Trees ripping out of the ground, and making a great disturbance, making power lines fall and break; as an aftereffect, Gray had no power. The outage time differed for each person in the town. Therefore, some people STILL have no power to this day. I have my power back, just because CMP came to fix it in my range. For the remaining people, they are in the process.

Growing up I had always been into action sports from riding BMX bikes, racing dirt bikes, snowboarding all the way to boogie boarding hurricane sized waves at the Jersey Shore. I loved it all. I will always remember watching Tony Hawk jump over a car on his skateboard at Six Flags. As a kid, watching professionals do unimaginable tricks sparked something inside of me.

“In every day, there are 1,440 minutes. That means we have 1,440 daily opportunities to make a positive impact.”

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’m the one that’s got to die when I have to die so let me live life the way that I want to.” (Jimi Hendrix). This quote inspired me to do everything that I do to the fullest because life is short. This quote is a great quote because it sums my entire life up in under 25 words. I am writing this letter so that I will be able to help you get to know me as a student and as a friend better. I can’t wait to start this school year off so that I can learn how to do so many different things and help me in areas that I need help on.

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.

Have you ever had a bad day and you just think “Where did I go wrong?” Or maybe something bad has happened in your life and you thought to yourself “What did I do to deserve this?” What if that was your life for two years straight? What if one bad thing happened right after another and every day was the worst day of your life? Would you like to know? Because I can tell you.

On July 4th, I went into the local Wal-Mart near my home located 13490 Beach Blvd

The gears of my five-year-old mind started churning. Letters and numbers covered the paper. I tested out of classes before it was cool. Back then, I didn’t necessarily consider the eventual consequences that would result from this single test.

“Quirky,dynamic,compassionate,supportive and safe is the Ozone community” says Nicole Baskin, Crisis Line and Volunteer Coordinator. At the door I was welcomed with a “Hello or How are you doing” from a staff member wearing jeans,t-shirt,and sneakers. That attire reflexes the homey and energetic environment the Ozone community embodies and provides for at risk youth. A safe place and real support is the Ozone motto. First they offer food ,drink, shower, or laundry to attend to basic needs. They build rapport,using the term youth instead of child to respect that adolescence and childhood are not alike. They teach life skills through assessing what the individual would like to get out of the program and what are their personal goals to ensure

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.