Personal Narrative Analysis

This is my first online class. I will be graduating next fall with my associates in Human Services. I have enjoyed all of my classes over the last couple of years, except Math. I am not a great Math student.

As the second half started, I started to feel confident in myself. Leuzinger started attacking very quickly. They kept taking shot and crossing the ball, but I just kept blocking the shots, I felt unstoppable. They started getting more dangerous as the minutes goes by. We were defending most of the time in the second half and were not getting many opportunities to score. As the game is coming closer to an end, our defender cause a foul, so they were rewarded a free kick. I start to set up my wall with four of our players as they are protecting the right side of the goal. I go towards the middle as the referee allows the player to shoot the free kick. My heart was racing, I hear the crowd cheering all over the field, the coaches screaming at

Some of my first memories usually involve school in some way. School is a huge part of my life. Growing up in my family, I was always pushed to try really hard in school. That was never a problem because I had an internal driving force pushing me to try harder than expected of me. As I grew older, I was expected to preform well in order to get into college. However, this was a new thing asked of someone in my family. Neither one of my parents went to college, my sister and one of my older brothers didn’t get to finish high school, and my other older brother got into college but ended up not attending. When I ended up getting accepted into Columbus State for post secondary, it was a big deal to everyone in my family.

I was born on the third of March, 2000, three months before Eritrea broke away from Ethiopia. Ethiopia annexed Eritrean in the late 1960s. Long story short, those nations started to fight over land and see. They had ongoing fights for about 30 years until a major war broke out in 1998 which lasted 2 years. In May, 1991, Eritrea had gained its independence from Ethiopia; however, the fight didn't stop there. In May of 2000 Eritrea was officially separated from Ethiopia. Since then, Eritrea and Ethiopia government haven't reunited yet. During the war, villagers had to leave their land and flee to the urban areas; the battle took place in most of those people's land. My farmer uncle had to move in to our house with his kids and his wife who had just given birth to baby

I always had trouble making friends. I was socially awkward, misunderstood almost every cue from my peers, and too clumsy for my own good. By the age of 9, I knew it would be exponentially harder to build a relationship with others. My parents started the process of divorcing each other, placing me in the mediator position. During this time, I was forced to help raise my younger sister and manage the household while my father worked. Instead of doing elementary school workbooks, I balanced checkbooks. Rather than trying to understand vocabulary words from novels, I had to figure out legal terms. I stopped trying to connect with my teachers and my only friend. I became closed off from other people, but more importantly, myself.

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.

It is hard to believe it has been two years since I retired after 37 years as an educator. After the initial withdrawal questions that I am sure most retirees experience such as what was I thinking to quit a perfectly good job; what will they do without me; what will I do without the daily interactions with people on the job; how will we pay the bills; and what will I do with all this free time; I finally came to grips with being a “has been” and moved on to being a “whatever I what to be." It took some time, but I came to realize there is more to life than a “perfectly good job” that requires 12 to 14 hour work days; I learned to accept they, the job, will get along just fine if not better without me; I still miss the job specific interactive

Ever since I can remember, I’ve spoken two languages. Russian and English both flow from the tongue effortlessly, without a second thought I can switch into either or. I was fortunate enough to be raised this way, and until I started school, I never knew there was anything different about me.

Seventeen years ago on a frigid mid-November morning, I came into this world with an opportunity-filled life ahead of me. Throughout my journey, my family has been a warm blanket of guidance and support with my successes and my defeats. They have molded me into a fun-sized bundle of joy with golden-blonde locks and lively green eyes. My childhood memories were filled with the toasty white, sandy beaches of Florida along with the magical world of Disney and scavenger hunt birthday parties that were simply unforgettable.

I have an addiction to winning. Victory means out playing my opponent with my fighting skills. Victory means satisfaction. I have won thousands of matches in Super Smash Brothers, and I have learned the ins and outs of the game: when to edgeguard and when to punish my opponent’s mistakes. However, I was not always a talented Smash player like I am today . I started out like any beginner, and refined my skills by competing in tournaments and learning from those who were more experienced than me in the game.

Speculate a moment: can the universe be justly called infinite? I doubt it. It may not have a perceivable end, but it had a beginning. And its constituent parts certainly have a limited cosmological shelf life. Just like the universe, with so much for us to look forward to, can our potential truly be considered limitless? Perhaps we relate closer to that of comets, sauntering about space till we reach our subsequent conclusion either burning up or colliding with something larger. If anything, we always end up somewhere.

As we sat around the table draped in burlap to mimic the infamous movie Footloose, we waited impatiently for the cart of senior letters to come our way; the agitation of when they were going to be distributed was apparent in all of the students’ faces. We were served a hardy Chick-fil-A breakfast, entertained by a skit put on by the faculty and staff and were awaiting the tear-filled happiness of reading letters our classmates had written to us. For my senior letters, I simply printed photos that captured the essence of the friendship shared between myself and the addressed friend. Included on the back was a short, cute note recalling memories that we had shared and endless laughs that resulted in tummy aches. I didn’t really see the importance

At the young undeveloped age of 17 I decided to be independent. However at the age of 17 I also learned that I wasn't ready to be independent. Being still in high school, and not meeting eye to eye with my family created a sense of direction that I believed I could attain. What most people don't do until college or even after college, I had done. I managed to move out in a impulsive manner. Statistically, most people move out between the ages of 18-25, I convinced myself that one year wouldn't make a real difference, it was only a year, or so I imagined.

When you upload a video to Youtube, Google attempts to transcribe the speech into subtitles, usually with comedic consequences. I am able to add the correct subtitles at the correct times of the videos.

I was really excited for my journey to Arizona. On the day I left for ASU, it was 13th August 2015, and it was a cloudy day in Beijing. I arrived Beijing from my hometown one the day before just in case if the schedule will delayed. I said good bye to my parents, I was really sad but I already used to it because its my 4th year leave for US. Before I left, I check the weather forecast and I was shocked, 115 degrees! Based on my knowledge, I've never been in the weather like this hot. So I change my outfit to shorts and T-Shirt.