Personal Narrative Analysis

Throughout the past year I went through a great deal of undertakings that caused me to become more experienced with my skills and how to overcome various challenges. These really built up my character and the way I am today. In all aspects, this past year consisted of going to Killington, Vermont, my brother going into the Air Force, meeting him in Texas for his graduation of basic training, completing a double backflip on a trampoline, landing a front flip on flat ground, accomplishment of a 2 ½ front flip on a diving board, getting 2nd at leagues, and competing in districts. All of these activities have advanced me in a skill or challenged me to an extent.

For many, their formative years have a large influence on who they become as adults. This can happen in many different ways including new experiences, discovering a new sport or hobby, and uncovering what they are passionate about. For me, this was falling in love with a new language from a very young age and becoming very interested in the culture that was associated with it.

Failure is truly negative if we choose to not learn from it. When we face setbacks and difficulties, we are given golden opportunities to grow as people. Learning from our shortcomings makes us wiser, stronger, and unveils a chance to turn an undesirable outcome into a building block of character. My hockey career has been a sinusoidal trail of highs and lows, but I always learned from the downturns.

Everyone will experience a death in their life at least once whether it’s a family member or friend, they will react to it differently and has to grieve in their own way. Death isn't something that someone looks forward too, so watching someone go from healthy, to where they can barely walk or talk on their own isn’t easy. But getting a lesson out of someones death takes away some of the pain, and helps you move on.

Welcome to my outlandish, yet in my opinion, amusing brain! The name presented to me upon birth is Taylor Lee Thompson. Currently, I am suffering through the struggles of junior year at Marion Senior High School. Difficult classes, early mornings, and extracurricular activities have made me an expert in the sport of juggling. The class that has appealed to me the most over the years is Criminal Justice. I found the behind the scenes instruction absolutely riveting! My instructor, Mrs. Hamm, kept me on my toes and I was always learning about crime, criminals, and cases. On the other hand, the class I utterly dread is history. Any and every type of history has always slowly bored me to sleep. I am convinced we are taught the same curriculum

The paradox of human nature is driven by the paramountcy of competition. Whether biological as powered by evolution, or modern as in the case of college admission, competition galvanizes progress. The simple fact that elite colleges are becoming more selective due to the large number of competitive students demonstrates this. Resolution is not earned without the conflict that precedes it; therefore, even defeat should be treated as an opportunity for improvement, as it is all we can really do.

A reoccurring circumstance in my life that I have been apart of for the last couple of years is competing on a cross-country team. For me, running is both exercise and a metaphor. Running day after day, piling up the races, bit-by-bit I raise the bar, and by clearing each level I elevate myself. At least that’s why I’ve put in the effort day after day: to raise my own level. Racing for me hasn’t always been this crystal clear. When I first started running there were the wind sprints, suicides, mile runs, max-out days, and the months of conditioning that made me wonder why as athletes we keep giving a 110 percent day in and day out.

“I’m the one that’s got to die when I have to die so let me live life the way that I want to.” (Jimi Hendrix). This quote inspired me to do everything that I do to the fullest because life is short. This quote is a great quote because it sums my entire life up in under 25 words. I am writing this letter so that I will be able to help you get to know me as a student and as a friend better. I can’t wait to start this school year off so that I can learn how to do so many different things and help me in areas that I need help on.

The time in my life that i had a challenged a belief or idea was in my sophomore year of high school i had a challenge to make 3 classes up and had to fix a lot of things because in my freshman year i played around and didn't do anything and failed most of my classes so my sophomore year i had to put in a lot of work to make up them class and to make everything better such as my GPA but in high school there was another challenge that i face was when it was summer and i had to find a vehicle to buy before school started and i had to buy one with my own money and that's what i did i worked all summer and didn't have anytime to hangout with friends i worked almost everyday of the summer to get this truck at first i got discouraged after i look

As I read this passage, the information provided was clearly stated. However, as I continued to read, it became confusing. I did not go back and reread the last several sentences. I was able to use my sustained attention to recall the information that was just read, which is an executive functioning process. But, I did note that the ants left a chemical trail, which they would use to find their way back home. The following sentence stated they did not have noses to use for smelling. Immediately, I had red flags go up that something was incorrect. These ants needed to have a way to follow the trail they left behind. In this case, I was using my working memory. I was recalling what I had read and applying what I know to the information

I’ve been called a perfectionist, a procrastinator, a control freak, scatterbrained, a worrywart, and a stress case, not without good reason. I’ve had anxiety issues since I was little, but the growing pressure from middle school to high school really brought out the stress big-time. Throughout elementary school, I received good grades but I acted shy and distracted. I spent lots of time with my nose buried in a book- at home, while shopping, in the car, at other people’s houses, even while crossing the street (which I do not recommend). Fiction, specifically fantasy, was my favorite escape. I’d spend hours attending Hogwarts, discovering Narnia, fighting in the Hunger Games, exploring Fablehaven, and taking on Greek mythological monsters. It was just so much easier and more fun to deal with fictional problems than face reality.

Both my biological parents as well as my step parents are educators, so it is no surprise that the expectation of college is one that I have carried since the day I was born. Learning everyday was essential in both of my households, and throughout preschool and elementary school I was met with flashcards, workbooks, and encyclopedias encompassing every core subject. Yet somehow I always found time in the day to draw.

As we grow into young adults, we begin to develop and change as individuals. These changes that occur in one’s lifetime can either reveal the better good in a person or the worse. Like anyone else, I too experienced changes as I went from an immature freshman to a developed junior. Most of these changes were beneficial, while others were not. Nonetheless, I feel as though I have transformed into an independent person with the changes I have made in my life.

Have you ever felt stuck in a place that you wanted to leave so badly? But your habits and broken foundation you come from make you feel comfortable… while your mind and conscience is telling you that that place is not where you are destined to prosper and live to your full potential. Well I have been feeling that way since I was taken away from my parents by the Department of Children and Families (DCF). I remember that night in our 2 bedroom apartment like it was a scary movie I’d never forget. That was the last night my sisters and I lived with my parents for almost three years. The rest of this essay will depict how I’ve endured many trials throughout my life and how now I am on a journey toward triumph.

I was born twenty-eight years old. Ever since I was little I had to take care of others, make my own meals, do my own laundry, worry about how I was doing in school, and take care of myself, although I didn’t have much time for the last one. I was born an adult.