Personal Narrative Analysis

I lost a job and did not find another one for several months. Once I did and tried to come back I was in 2 different car wrecks with the injuries and pain I was in there was no way I would have been able to complete successfully any of my classes or have them done in a timely fashion the concussion I suffered prevented me from remembering a lot of the time as well as the pain medications in which I was placed on. I tried again once I felt fine enough to go back and then I had health issues which required me to go in for surgery not once but twice. During that time I was not able to complete the classes as well in a timely fashion not only could I not lift my arms above my head but I needed help to assist me to be able to move about and therapy

In 2011, I walked through the big red doors of Metamora Township High School at a whopping 92 pounds. I was five foot as a freshman, causing me to be very nervous for the first day of the next four years of my life. High school had its ups and downs, but overall was a very fun experience. What I remember most from high school is the wrestling season, student sections from different sports, participating in football, and making new friends along the way. High school was a very good experience for me to realize my goals in life and left me with great memories.

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.

There I was, a sophomore in high school nervously selecting my classes for the next year. I realized I would not want to be taking an AP english class along with 2 math classes.Now I find I’m in a pinch to find something. I see my friends choosing gym classes or other blow offs, however I wanted to challenge myself. I look through the list feverishly and see a class that stood out, sociology. I had always done well in social studies classes so I figured it would be a good choice. Over the next five months or so I put almost no thought into what the class may bring or even the fact it may end up on my schedule. I had come to realize that I would be in the class at the beginning of the year upon getitng my schedule.

The sound of pages flipping and pen's clicking filled the classroom like if it were a symphony, wow! I cannot believe I'm back in school again. Who would have ever thought that I would make an effort to continue my education, since I was very much satisfied with the life I had beforehand. I worked a full time job, making good money compared to my peers at school and I had freedom. Now I'm sitting in a classroom for several hours busting my brain once again and I'm not getting paid for it. As I'm studying for a test, I asked myself, "Is this really worth it?"

My life would have turned out much more difficult had I been born a male. My name would have been Charles. My parents, the hippies that they were, had an interaction with members from Spawn Ranch. They both agreed my name would be Charles. As a small child, I do not know that my life would have been much different. I had both male and female toys, friends, and clothing. My parents allowed me to make my own choices as much as possible. I was the only child, and as far as they were concerned, I was just a smaller adult.

Do you know what you want to do when you’re older? It can be hard deciding because everyone pressures you to do the best, but remember that no job is ever permanent. Im still young, but I think that at my age, I should already have ideas of what I want to do/become. The things that I do on a daily basis should somewhat lead me to the thing I want to most. Years ago, I used to say that I want to become a teacher, but now I think I know what I want to do and I hope that I’m successful enough to fulfill this dream; I want to travel the world. Even though I haven't been to many places, my goal is to go almost everywhere once I'm educated enough, and when I have enough money. Travelling somewhere new and learning about the different places excites me!

It all began when my mother said, "We're going to California to celebrate your 14th birthday Beck!", I said , "Where are we going that is in California?" and my mothers response was, "We're going up to the cabin in Big Bear, doing some fun stuff while were out there, and going to Disneyland and California Adventure". We went to California in November of 2014, I go to Disneyland in Anaheim, CA usually every year for my birthday because it is a tradition we love to do, it makes my mother and I happy because she works very hard to save up money just to make my birthday special. But this time it is a little different because a new member joined the trip, which is my boyfriend, Kevin, who I am with to this day, and it makes my birthday trip that

Dictionary.com defines a period as “a point used to mark the end of a sentence.” This describes me best, as I am usually the one who draws the line. One example on why my personality is like a period is Whenever My friends want to go out, or meet up at a place, I usually don’t go since I have work. For example, if my friends and I wanted to go out on a saturday, I most likely wouldn't be able to go, since I would be occupied with other things.

I was snapped out of my trance by the return of the chairwoman’s voice. “Thank you all for your ideas.” Her eyesight shifted towards me. “Ms. Cohen, do you have anything else to add?”

SMACK the bat slammed right into my forehead. The next thing I know I’m sitting on the ground and everyone was silent. I stood up, brushed off my pants, and walked inside the house. I asked for an ice pack and laid on the couch until the party was over. I was pretty bummed that I didn’t get my chance to hit the pinata.

“And the writing and reading contest winner is…” the principal announced. When I was young, I was a competitive individual. It wasn’t my parents who were forcing me to be number one. It was myself: my ego, my self esteem, my pride. Once I felt that sense of accomplishment, the principal calling my name, going up to the stage, and everyone congratulating me, it motivated me to try harder and harder until I could ensure myself that I am going to win the best award again. Up to this part, it was acceptable. The idea of competition could be beneficial if it motivates me to try harder. (strive for better results) Unfortunately, it started to have negative effect on my way of thinking as time passed by. I kept telling myself ‘all or nothing.’ It became my hobby to avoid everything that I don't feel confident in and only focus on the ones that, in my mind, I have possibility to be the best. Eventually, it made me give up on everything easily, leading to lower self confidence.

There have been plenty of times in my life when I’ve been happy, but one is a specific period. This period was between 2001-2013 and in this period is when I was born and when my uncle died. When my uncle was alive, I had some of the happiest moments of my life. He taught a lot of things and how to be lose in life like how to not worry about everything. When he died it didn’t just affect me but my whole immediate family too.

Thinking about school sometimes hurts, especially about important assessments. Quiz on Friday for this class, test on Thursday for another class, it's a rough week. It is a Tuesday, and there were no worries in my mind as I enter school that day. Suddenly, I realized that there was a language arts test in 1st period! I zoomed to my locker, quickly went to my class, and snagged a book from the counter and started to study. As I frantically cram in information about The Odyssey for the test that is anticipated in 10 minutes, I begin to think how I should have studied the night before. Similarly, I notice many of my other peers doing the same. When the time passed by 10 minutes, our language arts teacher, Ms. Paschal, informed us that there was no test. Though having mixed emotions about this, I kept my composure and awaited what was planned for the day. Ms. Paschal informed, "I know you are disappointed that the test was canceled, but instead, we are going to write a comparative essay on The Odyssey instead. You will choose one book or movie to compare to The Odyssey. The factor that we are using to compare The Odyssey and your book or movie is the hero's journey." The class suddenly exchanged worried looks as if the essay was the end of the world. I thought to myself, "Oh, this won't be so bad." I later regretted this statement.

Sitting in class for the first time, it was half of what I expected. I expected to sit by people I didn’t know, learn about old things in new lights, and writing a lot of papers. What I didn’t expect was me hating college. I am not as creative as some teaches would like, but that isn’t my personality, and I dint want it to be either. I fully expected college to try and morph me into a perfect little student that I knew I wasn’t. College so far to me hasn’t been fun and I will treat it like Wal-Mart. When I say that, I mean that I will get in and get out as fast as possible. If I pick up stuff along the way then alright, but if I don’t, then it won’t kill me.