Personal Narrative Analysis

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.

The quote Alice Walker once stated, "For in the end, freedom is a personal and lonely battle and one faces down fears of today so that those of tomorrow might be engaged" is a valuable saying and I totally relate with it. What freedom means to one may not be the same for another and has a personal meaning. Fear is an obstacle to freedom and progress. As clouds need to be blown away to reveal the sunlight, the cloud of fear should be torn apart to feel the warmth of freedom. This quote reminds me of a time when my fear of falling apart of my family and underestimating my academic potentials were inhibiting me from enjoying the freedom of stepping into the path of higher education until I decided to join Morgan State University, because no one was going to free me unless I free myself.

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’m 17 years old. Not too old, but just old enough to have experienced some things in life. Some are good, some are bad, but they all taught me something. In the past 8 years of my life, I haven’t had a single day where I don’t look back on the things that have happened to me. Sometimes I’m thankful that those things happened, and sometimes I get depressed about them, I guess it really depends on the mood I’m in.

Robert and his father had enjoyed hiking and camping out together ever since robert was old enough to walk. Their favorite hiking trail was the Appalachian trail which stretches from Maine to Georgia. They had never walked that far of course but enjoyed the section of the trail that passed through their part of Pennsylvania.

I have learned throughout the years that I am a person who gets nervous easily. Whether it is a speech, difficult test, or sports game I can count on the fact that I will be nervous, no matter the context. For me there are two things that I constantly worry about in these situations; the many possible bad outcomes, and the hype that comes before any of these situations. For example, when I was younger and had to go get a shot I would always stress about it leading all the way up to the shot. My mom would always say that the build-up is worse than the actual event. But, by over exaggerating the pain I thought I would feel, I validated my claim that shots are stressful. She was right, the shot and the accompanying pain were gone in ten minutes.

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

Life is made up of continuous works in progress. Although I feel I have accomplished many things, being independent has not been of them. Up to a year ago, I have always depended on someone else to make decisions and take care of the “adult” things for me.

I always saw myself as somebody who was invincible. Doesn’t everybody? To a certain extent at least. I always joke around saying I have nine lives like a cat. So far I have already used up four. Three out of the four are car accidents. I don’t think I am meant to be behind the wheel of an automobile. It was the summer of 2013. My last year of high school, and I was determined to get my license for my senior year. Low key every student wants to be that cool kid driving up to the parking lot, and slowly getting out of your parents 2005 Chevy Malibu. Or was I the only one? Throughout the summer my uncle Marco would take me out driving early in the morning, or late at night. If it was the latter, we would be driving at the empty parking lot at the mall in El Centro. I was becoming a pro at driving. Till August 5th, that all changed my perspective on driving, and most importantly my life.

The University of Colorado Boulder was where I started my collegiate journey a little less than three years ago. Although I have enjoyed the time I have spent in Colorado, the realization that it wasn't a conducive environment for me had set in from the instant I walked into my first class. Our generation has been deemed the "entitled" generation, the generation that can't work for what they want to accomplish, the ones that can't coach themselves out of a bad situation. Having these pains and stereotypes stuck in my mind has deterred me from pursuing other courses of action. Deluding myself into thinking that I held "the grass is greener" mentality. I fought through what I knew was the wrong place for me to be, just to try to make it work.

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

Hope your weekend was great. Mine on the other hand, well lets just say... I most defiantly learned a few lessons and of coarse, the hard way.

In chapter three, the author focused on the structural model. There were several themes that I found intriguing. Two of the main points that I found interesting were the social context and parentification; both in which I can relate to with family members that I am of acquaintance with. My best friend mother-in-law whom I once worked with, was very loud, strict, and very authoritative. However, when I observed her, in her home she had less control of her children, and the household tasks that needed to be performed. However, the oldest son played the parental role in the household. He was expected to control the siblings in the home, as well as implementing rules and tasks. Not to mention, I noticed that his younger siblings and mother came

If this was my introduction, I would change the last sentence in the first paragraph. There are too many "we", so I would integrate the sentence in a "we", or separate the sentence.

I have always been amazed by the incredible ability of one’s brain. We can’t live without it, but it is also a pain to live with it due to it’s ability to create random, depressing scenarios in our brain that worsen our already stressed out mood. As a child, I was afraid of failure, criticism and most importantly, others’ judgments due low self-esteem and my lack of self-confidence.