Personal Narrative Analysis

At the age of ten, my mother told me she was leaving my father. I was not sad; in fact, the news was a relief. My sister, my mother, and I faced the aggressive side effects of my father's drug and alcohol addiction. I grew up with my dad treating my family like nothing, as if he was in constant control of us and we did not matter. At the time, I did not comprehend the divorce was because of my dad's drug and alcohol addiction. I assumed when he passed out on the couch and would not wake up it was funny. The irrational mood swings were because he was overworked. My life, my view of the world, shifted when I pieced together what addiction

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

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.

In the words of one of the United States’ greatest presidents, “Always bare in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any other” Abraham Lincoln may not have known it at the time, but his words would have a lasting impact; not only on the people of his generation, but on those of the countless more to come. Growing up supported by a single mother and seeing the difficulty that she faced due to a lack of success in her own ventures has molded me into someone with a determination to make something of my life, rather than choose to squander it. They say childhood experiences can drastically alter someone’s perceptions about the world for the rest of their life, and I believe I am a prime example of this claim. I was not

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

Before reading this chapter, my views on conflict were to avoid it at all costs. I absolutely hate conflict. I am a people pleaser so I try to make everyone as happy as possible. I will usually agree to disagree. I am docile by nature and will also usually just say I don't know enough information about the topic to take a middle ground and cause a neutral reaction to those around me. However, if I am passionate about the topic at hand or someone offends me deeply, I will put my word in. I will agree with them and try not to get angry, although I don't always succeed. I pull in outside information and try to be as persuasive as humanly possible. I can usually shrug off a good argument after I calm down for a while, but because I am also competitive,

I was born on July 24, 2003 in Stuart, FL. I’ve lived in the same house in Palm

On June 12th 2013 Katy was emitted to the hospital. She had been out with friends, and since it was a beautiful summer day in Florida they decided to go the beach. Katy's was getting ready when one of her friends yelled frantically so she would come to her. The friend had a early birthday gift for her. Katy anxiously ran down the stairs thinking her friend was hurt, but her foot slipped and she fell all the way down the flight of stairs. Katy had a seizure and the friend called 911. After being admitted to the hospital the Doctors did some tests and collaborated with her medical records. All the tests came back fine, no brain damage was done or further injuries. Katy emailed me and told me the story. She apologized for worrying me and assured me that she was fine

My time in High School was made difficult from the constant strife and conflict between my parents. This made my home an unstable environment not fitted for learning or growing as an individual. As I got older and closer to graduating High-School, I began to find my own voice with the help of my mentor Rahn Fleming, which occurred at the end of my junior year. As a result, I came in control of my life and the constant feuding started to die down. No longer did I have to worry about the next scheduled court date, or the next time I would come home wondering what may await. I felt like I was always walking on broken glass for the longest of time throughout my life, until I began to voice myself and what I wanted. My parents came to realize this

Northwestern acts as a platform to showcase my skills. All throughout my life, I have been told to work my best, and I have. I have put every ounce of life and effort into my very being. Whether that range from the arts to the conscience. It is this very effort that makes me think that Northwestern is one the best universities for my persona. Its diversity in schooling is something that I am very keen to. The university has a school of music, a school of arts and sciences, a school of communication and many more. This appeals to me because my interests range much like the schools that are at Northwestern. I love singing my heart out with intense vibrato but compassionate tone. I love reading up on the latest medical research and publications.

One of the low points that occurred in my life was losing my settlement money and the way that negatively impacted my life going forwards. In 1998, my two sisters, Yvonne and Annette, and I won a four million dollar tax-free settlement from the Ontario government for taking us from our family and turning us into a tourist attraction. Already, this was an unfair deal as we were a $500 million asset to the province, but nonetheless, we accepted the deal and we were happy. However, this happiness was short-lived. About two months after winning the settlement, my 55-year-old son, Bertrand Langlois, bought a $195,000 duplex in the Hochelaga-Maisonneuve district of Quebec with the settlement money under both our names and we lived together in this

"Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost". I’m definitely not saying I’m in hell at the moment but, the way life makes its twists and turns is truly remarkable; I know this to be true for sure. I grew up in Del Rio, Texas. Born and raised on the small border city, I didn't think much would be different in the rest of the country. I assumed every place had a Whataburger, and a Rudy's; that the majority of people drive trucks and that everybody knows each other. I assumed I'd graduate, go to college, and come back to live life there in Del Rio where my family was. Boy was I in for a rude awakening in 2010.

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.

I have reached a point in my life where I felt like I had fallen between the cracks. I wasn't aware of where life would take me or if I was following the correct path. What about which college I will go to or what career I will aim for? I have many questions followed by many unknown answers. Frustration got a hold of me. However, mid-way through my high school years, I began to reflect on my life. I gave time and thought into what my aspirations were and who I was as a person. Me being a self-conscious girl at a loss, began to reach from beneath the rocks and made a breakthrough with the help of two important people, my parents.