Personal Narrative Analysis

My family was extremely upset with my mother and wept for my return. While in jail, I met many good people who had made bad decisions in their lives. I only ate cookies and Ramen noodles, and I drank water. For the first time in my life, I had an affectionate moment with God as I called out to Him. I knew that He was the only one that would get me through this situation. I can recall being shackled at my ankles and hands while being forced to walk to go to the court room for every hearing. I called my oldest sister, Francesca, on every opportunity. I was offered a plea deal of one year in prison and seven years of parole. All I could think about was going home and starting my senior year of high school. I prayed to God for guidance, and I told myself every day that I would soon go home. My father came to see me, and for the first time in my life, I saw him cry. He was extremely hurt, and he told me to stay strong. My family tried everything to pay my $40,000 dollar bond. I was soon left with two options: take the plea or go to trial. Thinking about my future, I was willing to take the plea, but only if it were probation. I had already missed a week of my senior year, and I just wanted to go home. The public defender spoke with the Judge about the First Offender Law, and the Judge lowered the plea to 7 years of probation. On September 21, 2012, I accepted the plea deal of seven years of probation, and I was released that night. My sister picked me up, and I lived with her for a few weeks before reporting to my probation officer. Wasting no time, I returned to school the next day. My peers had heard of the destruction, and my teachers were happy to see me. I became extremely depressed, and I wanted to run away. For the first time in my life, I was portrayed as a criminal. I regretted my actions, but I did not regret defending my

It's time to travel to the part of the world most conducive to long-term post apocalyptic survival and then start building the base of your dreams, but that leaves the big question, "Where are you going to go to escape the zombie hordes and live in your self sustaining utopia?" Let's stop and realistically think about the resources you'll need. First, major cities are definitely out, too many people. You're looking for a place with a low population density, that is to say, a low number of people crammed into every square kilometer of that city. You can already quickly eliminate the coastlines of most continents, including Australia, all of eastern Asia, most of the middle eastern India and everywhere in Europe. From there, we need to think about the

From the moment I was able to tie my shoes and button my jacket, I knew I wanted to be a doctor. While all my classmates at the La Petite Academy made macaroni trees and smiley faces, I drew myself with a stethoscope curing a poor man with the cold. Every year in elementary school, we had career day. Never straying from my love to helping others I wanted to be a surgeon one year, to a dentist the next, and even an obstetrician, I changed my mind quickly once I found out what they did. Looking back on my childhood, I always had a connection with animals and always loved being around them. Early mornings I would open our nearly frozen-shut windows listening to the birds calling. Beside from the squawking of the crows, I heard a soft, pleasant yet curious bird call. It stuck out to me

My parents are very different from each other. We all have different views on thing and school. I myself have only left the state once that was when I was like 2 months old my mom took me to Alabama to see my aunt and uncle and cousin. I love to fish and Longboard. I don't play too many video games. Also I absolutely can't wait unit I don't have to go to school any more. I will end up going to college one way or another because I would like a degree in engineering or something in that nature. I was almost put up for adoption when I went to Alabama. I have 4 brothers and 2 sisters. I only know one of my sisters. My mom lost custody of when I was little. I never met her. She is only like 2 years younger than me. I also play baseball. I have never went hunting or for that matter I have never shot a gun. I own 2 bows 1 for target practice and the other one is for hunting when i get older.

I was convinced at one point in my life that I wouldn't graduate high school, let alone get a college degree. I grew up in a broken home, where there was physical, emotional, mental, and sexual abuse. This all had a tremendous affect on me as a young girl, well into my teenage years, and early adult hood, and significantly impacted the choices I made for myself at the time. I moved out of my home at the age of 15 after my mother remarried, I went to live with a friend which I thought at that time was a great idea. It wasn't long after that I began smoking marijuana, doing cocaine, drinking and taking rohypno. I was hanging out with all the wrong people, and I stopped going to school for over a month my junior year. One morning after I had drank

A middle-aged lady sitting patiently on the dental chair smiled faintly at me. It was my first time at Texas Mission of Mercy (TMOM), an event that provides free dental care to low income residents in Texas, and I did not know what to expect. I approached her and immediately noticed she was missing a front tooth. She introduced herself as Anne, and she told me her life story right off the bat. In summary, the culprit of her missing tooth was her abusive ex-husband. Despite her troubled past, she had a positive energy, but I could tell she was insecure about her smile. Finally, the dentist arrived back with her removable dental partials, and within seconds, he gave back the smile she deserved. When Anne saw her reflection, she immediately cried

Once upon a time, there was an illegal immigrant named Rosa she came from a poor family and her mother left her when she was 4 years old for another man.

Walking the overgrown paths in the expansive woods behind my house, I tried again to escape the claustrophobia of the cul-de-sac and the boredom of a small town. The forest was my sanctuary, and I walked knowing every rock, root, and bush. Then suddenly, it was different. My eyes hit the familiar clearing ahead, and I launched into a sprint through the underbrush, leaping up and over the barbed wire-topped rock wall. Landing with a whoop of delight, I eyed the novelty, a huge, brown steer, staring back at me. Molten joy turned to icy fear, and the steer began to charge. Thirty seconds of terror later, I noticed two things as I heaved against a maple tree: my now dung-covered shoes were ruined, and my curiosity was finally piqued.

The pixies leader looked at the quartz and garnets with interest. He flew closer and picked up a medium size quartz crystal and bit into to to check whether is was real or not. Once he was satisfied he agreed.

All my life, my main goal was (and still is) to move out of Wisconsin, say goodbye to the negative fifty degree winters, and explore the world. Looking for a career that incorporates my love for traveling and my intrest of Business has always sounded like a dream.Going to new, exotic places has always been a significant part in my life. After all, my first trip was when I was eight months old to Turks and Caicos. Throughout time, our family traveled to most of the Caribbean, I was infatuated with everything about these countries. At the age of ten, I started taking online Spanish courses.In the past year, I started to learn my third language, Italian. Learning a language takes a strong memory, from memorizing the spelling to all the forms the word has to be in.

As well as there is the other sentence in this article said, “They undoubtedly saw rainbow patterns in the misty spray, but were convinced they had discovered a fairy grotto.” I would like to visit South Island and Milford Sound again as last time I did not see a rainbow. I would imagine that I rotate my neck to see the rainbow, it would be as a heaven, discovered a fairy grotto. Event though, “Jessie explains that Milford Sound is actually a fiord, carved out by a glacier and then flooded by the sea, whereas a sound is a flooded river valley.” For my opinion, it seems that Milford Sound is just a fiord rather than a sound. However, it is still the most experienced traveller, which means you won’t regret to travel under the one of the most

Being raised by a grandmother with Stage 2 Alzheimer’s and Stage 3 Breast Cancer, a father with chronic asthma, and having a mother with Internal Shingles, there was a point in my life where I thought that I was going to lose everyone that I loved. Even though I did lose my grandmother, the best thing I saw was when she had passed away with a smile, because I knew everything was going to be okay and that she was happy with the life that she lived. But, one of the greatest obstacles that I had to face happened at a time where I question who I was and my purpose on this earth. In high school, I discovered a gift that I never thought I had, the ability to manipulate the English language in a manner of unraveling a mind rather that slapping a set

Essentially anyone with influence in the region who had a stake in security was encouraged to attend, and we know of course that the insurgency is included in anyone with influence. Of course, the type of target that presents is monumental, but naturally we would not make it easy for the enemy. It would still be nowhere near easy to target the District Center just by our application of basic techniques; blocking positions, perimeter defenses, access control, observation and vigilance. It would have been easy to feel less than confident going into such a patrol, but we were the opposite. We had left no stone unturned and our Platoon was confident.

After five hours under Mrs. Gonzalez’s 1997 Plymouth, my hands were so dirty I had to wash them ten times just to see my fingernails again. She was a familiar face around the shop, given that the teenagers down the street found her car to be an easy target for mischief, but this time, they had gone too far by crawling underneath her car and cutting out her catalytic converter (it has a high resale value on the street), and she couldn’t afford a replacement. When I said, “That’ll be $425,” she looked like she was about to faint.

This past weekend, I was driving with my dad in his Range Rover, and as there was no one on the highway at all, we were the only car in sight, I asked him if we could track how fast that his car went from 0 to 60 miles per hour. Agreeing, we stopped and then he pushed onto the gas while I was timing him. In exactly four seconds, the car went to 60 miles per hour. Thinking about the car after the fact, I connected it to what we have learned recently in class about acceleration. Since acceleration is the change in velocity over the change in time, my dad went from 0 to 60 miles per hour in 4 seconds, so the acceleration of the car would be 15 miles per hour, per second. Examining how I was able to find the acceleration of the car, this helped