Personal Narrative Analysis

I remember vividly arriving on the first day of seventh grade not really focused on the school year, but focused on my first day as a Collegiate football player that afternoon. However my new English teacher Mr.Bradshaw, noticed that on the first day and changed my priorities very quickly. The first semester of seventh grade was tough for me, learning how to balance school and sports is a vital part of my growth as a student athlete, which I am still trying to figure out today. Seventh grade was definitely a year where I learned a lot, I learned to not eat my snack in assembly from Mr. Rider, I learned that Bubba’s barber shop gives crummy haircuts, I learned the importance of leadership, and preparation, I have learned to dream, and not make dreams my master, I have learned to think but not to make thoughts my aim. I came out of seventh grade confident in myself and in my abilities, and ready to embark on the last part of my middle school journey, eighth grade. I went into eighth grade knowing my role as a leader of the middle school and ready to embrace it. Now at the end of my eighth grade year, having learned a lot in middle

I remember walking into Cedar Ridge for the first time, seeing new faces, new halls, but also seeing many opportunities and new things awaiting me. All of the welcoming teachers, principles, and staff stood door to door smiling and guided us in the right direction as we walked in circles trying to find our first English class. I was a cheerleader on the junior varsity squad, every girls “perfect” dream to starting high school.

One year ago when I went through the biggest event in my life. I found out that I needed to get both discs in my jaw removed and fill the empty spots with fat grafts from my abdomen. I had no idea what to expect, so I was very scared. After a five hour surgery, I woke up to find that my jaw was rubber banded shut. I was put on a liquid diet for two weeks and was not able the open my jaw for more than fifteen minutes at a time to allow me to exercise my newly created jaw joints. I had no idea how I was going to live not being able to talk or move my jaw. It was such a difficult obstacle to overcome.

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

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.

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.

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

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

Although, I enjoyed steady employment my desire to finish school lingered with me. I needed a guided path of straight forward thinking with no distraction also with no life worries of daily living and survival.

Through the rattling trees, my bloody eyes exploded, my body trembled and my lips grew dry. I felt a sudden numbness through my rushing blood and a murmur in the center of my body that made me collapse down to my knees. I hesitantly turned my head to the sight of the monstrous golden beast that was about ready to destroy and gush my intestines.It was at this moment that I realized the value of life and the aesthetic feeling I grew in my heart after this event. My mind rushed with chaos as I tried to figure out how to escape the attack of a defensive grizzly bear that stood by my side. My mind went into a temporary shock, a blank state, I thought of nothing but the dangerous predator. Her mouth bubbling, claws expanded and teeth shining in hunger, the feral beast gave me a second chance in life. My perspective on life and everything that I valued changed within a split second. I cherished every grain of sand found on the floor to every mountain that scraped the horizons of the clouds. The Sequoia National Park not only impacted me as a person but as a writer as

After reading, I thought about the mental health continuum and how fear, the root of anxiety, was such a universal part of the human experience. While creating the piece I thought about how anxiety blurs out reality, trapping the individual in a swirl of fearfulness and intense worries. It is not considered pathological to be a “worry wart” or a “scardey-cat.” The problem is not the presence of fear, instead it is the overwhelming, debilitating, and persistence of those fears and worries.

This is my forth year in 4/h and this year i know i going to win. My first year i didn't even come

As I dragged my exhausted body back to my car after a long week of finals, rigorous projects, and perfected presentations, my mind continued to spin with worries. “Did I meet all my deadlines, remember to fix my bibliography, email professor Beall about the Physics Club, and call Mr. Muscarella about a letter of recommendation?” All of these questions had run through my head during the past week leaving me with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. My anxiety had built up gradually throughout the semester and I began to feel like an automaton as I moved from morning practices to school to work and finally home where I attempted to complete all my assignments. But as I drove out of the school parking lot, I felt like I could