Personal Narrative Analysis

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

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

Growing up, my parents and I always took the time to read stories together. Before bed, before school, while playing with dolls in the bathtub. Fiction and nonfiction stories alike taught me about both the physical, literal world around me, and the world I could create in my own mind when I needed to find comfort. It was through the works of fiction, however, that I learned despite the hardships of life, I could disappear into a world I could mold however I pleased.

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

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.

From the very beginning of the school year, all the teachers have been acknowledging all the things that will prepare us for high school, and I have been thinking nothing about it. I kept telling myself that high school is still so far away. All of a sudden, it has hit me that i’m graduating and moving on to high school. In my short time in District 57, I have learned a vast amount of things from complex equations in math, to managing homework.

Working in a restaurant, it is my job to make the customers happy and give them my best service. Although it is not too difficult to bring a person joy when you are handing them ice cream, I strive to have such an attitude that would brighten a person's day. A few customers make this very easy to do, these are the ones who can make a long day at work a little shorter.

One summer day a little girl got a pair of sunglasses and when she put it on and it started to rain on her, just her. When she moved the rain followed her. When she took it off it didn’t rain anymore. She tried to do normal stuff like eat ice cream, go to a birthday party and, have fun. Everytime she put her sunglass on it would destroy. Later that day after every time she put her sunglass on it started a storm. Everyone was running away for her but, finally she took them off for good. As the little girl walked she saw a bigger girl than her with a empty pool, sitting and doing nothing. The little girl went over to her and she put her sunglass on and the big girl’s pool started to fill up. She thanked the girl with the sunglass and jumped

While I have had a surplus of extraordinary events happen to me it is still very hard for me to choose just one. I have already enjoyed high school more than I ever liked middle school. I think I can narrow it down to just one thing. It sticks out like a sharpened stake.

I always used to think I never had anything special, that I was just a normal human being. I would attempt playing sports, playing an instrument, but nothing would really click. It wasn’t until at around the age of twelve I finally found something I could do and actually prosper in. I was placed in an art class where I not only surprised myself but others around me as well. Thanks to this new found talent I was able to find something special inside me that would help me stand out from the crowd. My new love for this activity didn't fully grow until I was spontaneously given the amazing opportunity to help paint a mural on the front of a Thai restaurant downtown. With the help of a bunch of my friends, we would brainstorm ideas of what we should

With my heart beating frantically, I tried to control my breathing. “Leah Hoag?” a stern voice called from behind the oversized doors. I glanced down at my bag of supplies once more, inhaled a slow, deep breath, and stepped into the room. Little did I know that the round of the clinical nursing competition I was about to walk into would fortify my love for the nursing profession. Visiting the pediatrician’s office as a little girl, I viewed the nurses as heroes dressed in scrubs because I saw them first and sometimes were the ones who made me feel better without having to see the doctor. The profession holds a special place in my heart because both my grandmother and great-grandmother were nurses. Nevertheless, I had not seriously thought about becoming one of my scrub-clad heroes, but, rather, had only admired from afar.

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 busy this summer the first thing I did this summer was go fishing with my cousin and my aunt’s boyfriend. The biggest fish was a huge 18 inch bass also I caught with that was about 30 other fish by myself. It was a long day we was on the boat for about 4 to 5 hours I was starving after the end of that.

The wind whistled past us as we were driving home from my long doctor’s appointment. Everything was calm and quiet. The car was silent other than low music playing in the background and cars passing by beside us. We drove for a couple of minutes, not worrying about anything at the moment.

Is what a person sees and experiences really the measurement of an enjoyable summer, or is it the person that sees and experiences with you what really matters? It was the summer of 2014 when my mother, grandma, and I went on our annual week long summer trip to the condo in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. My grandpa was 70 years old at the time and able to take care of himself, he never liked to travel with us to the condo. For the many years, we have traveled to the condo, my grandpa would stay home, and my grandma would call him every few hours to check on him. It was our second day on vacation at around 12:00 pm and my grandma called my grandpa like usual, but there was no answer. We called my cousin to go check on him at the house.