Personal Narrative Analysis

Verbal Considerations: When it comes to my verbal considerations of my speech, I will deliver my speech using formal words that are simple

4. What are your strengths when it comes to communicating? What makes you think this? Can you provide evidence? I am able to communicate formally when required.

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

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

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

By the time I reached Kindergarten and started my middle childhood years I already possessed several gross and fine motor skills. A few of these gross motor skills which I possessed were the ability to catch a ball, climb a flight of stairs without help, and the ability to stand on one foot for a given amount of time. A few of my fine motor skills were the ability to draw shapes, cut on a straight line, and to color within the designated lines. Upon entering Kindergarten I had an accident where I cut off the tip of my right index finger. I had to keep my finger bandaged for the first nine weeks of Kindergarten therefore it delayed a few of my fine motor skills. By the end of Kindergarten and the beginning of my 1st grade year I learned fine

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.

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.

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.

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.

I had both a family member, my dad, and a peer review my paper and provide feedback. My dad had corrected a few grammatical errors and had suggested that I structure my paper differently. Reading over my paper, I realized that in between my introduction and conclusion paragraphs I could have switched to make it flow and read easier. He also mentioned that my connections about schizophrenia and the brain made sense to him and that he liked how I used and explained my sources. After reading his advice, I am going to find a different way to transition my paragraphs to make them read easier and then I will fix the grammatical errors. I will also try to seek out more sources to add to my paper.

Once on a dreary day in the town of Raynor, it was the single most important day of these young children’s lives, test day. Everyone in the town had prepared, studied, and been ready to ace this exam, except Kevin. Kevin is what the people around town call a worrier, it didn’t matter how much he had studied, or how ready he was, Kevin never felt confident in himself. One time he was asked to present in class the project he completed over break, and the students thought he might have suffered a heart attack before he had even began. It turned out he worked himself into such a dither for no reason, because when all was said and done, his project had been flawless; but still perfection couldn’t ease his anxiety. So now, today is the day, and