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.

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.

I was once a very closed off person, unsure of how others may react to my loud and somewhat aggressive personality. I was wary of the possibly negative reactions I would receive, so I lived a rather quiet existence, closing myself off from the outside world. As I grew older I became unsettled with my reclusiveness, so I did what any sensible person would do, I traveled a 1,000 miles away from home to a place I have never been to with a bunch of people I had never met.

There was excitement in my step as I walked into the school office to get a work permit. The secretary, impressed with my request, commented that I must be a very organized student to balance work and school at such a young age. For the majority of time since then I have been employed during the summer and school year. Working an average of 15 to 20 hours a week while maintaining a strong grade point average in rigorous courses has been challenging, yet incredibly rewarding. The basis for successfully balancing a busy schedule of school, work and home is attributable to my strong organizational skills that have a foundation in that December day six years ago.

In my earlier days when i had first joined my club Nationals, i used to try and make sure that everything i did didn’t end up in failure. From my passes, shots, freekicks to even throw-ins, i used to be so scared that i would mess up that I actually did mess up every time because i would let overthinking get the best of me. As months went on, I began to think that i wasn’t good enough to pursue my dreams of working to be a professional soccer player.

On a cloudy summer day in July, my mom, brother, his girlfriend, and I were hiking near the Appalachian trail in South Carolina, and at the first resting point on the mountain my mom and my brother’s girlfriend wanted to stop, their legs were noodles and were not convinced that they could to make it to the top, but my brother and I wanted to witness the view from the top of the mountain, to gazing upon the hills and windy roads we had traveled to get to the bottom of the mountain.

At a young age, I learned to look after myself and my brother while my mother painstakingly worked day and night. Installed into my heart was the fear of failing expectations, so I attempted to master every aspect of life. Balancing a student life with my almost parental

Experiencing something for the first time can give lead to different emotions depending on what the encounter is. One can feel really happy if the scenario turns out the way they want it to. For example, when I was six years old, I remember telling my parents about how I wanted a dog. Everyday I would show them a picture of a dog on the internet, and ask if I could have one. My parents never really gave me a complete answer when I asked. They would usually respond with, “ I am not sure”, or “let me think about it”. However, one day when I came home from school, my parents told me to close my eyes. Once I closed my eyes, they lead me to the backyard. I could hear a high pitched bark coming from a distance. My heart started to pound, and it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. As I open my eyes, I first see the bright sunlight coming in, which was blocking most of my vision. Once my eyes finally became adjusted, I see a little puppy right in front of

Throughout one’s lifetime, it is almost guaranteed that he or she has heard the saying “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.” This saying is pretty self-explanatory, and it is extremely helpful in multiple scenarios, especially in times of struggle. From a young age, I have always been a cheerleader. Recently, circumstances have changed causing me to question my abilities. I have numerous personal experiences throughout my life that illustrate this saying; however, this one is the most recent.

This week was a little challenging. On Tuesday June 7th I went out to take a client to look for housing and apply for apartments. The client informed me that she had an eviction four years ago. I was not aware of the situation until on my way to take the client to apply. My client was so excited that she was going to get a second chance at renting again. I had to inform her that she was not going to be able to apply unless she had fulfilled the judgment of her eviction. The client was so upset because if she does not find housing for her and her children the Division of Family service will take custody of her children. I had to make a few calls and there was this man by the name of GR Myers who rents to people who has been evicted. He called

Times are changing, and the world is becoming more advanced. Changing times lead to changing education. With changing education schools must decide what is important to keep teaching, for example cursive writing. I believe cursive writing is something that belongs in our past.

First of all, I assume that almost everyone once believed in an idea as a youngster and as maturity increases, we begin to doubt the belief and commenced to question it. I had challenged the belief of the existence of God for the reason that I ask myself the question “If there was no evidence how would people know it is true?” After several years being taught one way by my family from when I was an adolescent, I don’t question what my family tells me, I just obey them.

I was born on June 13th, 2000 in Edmonton, Alberta. Although there are no interesting stories about my actual birth per-say, (2) There is the fact that when I was younger I would tell anyone I came across that I was born on Friday the 13th in an attempt to seem ‘edgier’, although I was actually born on a Tuesday. (3) My earliest memories are always just fleeting, moving snapshots of random events, such as running down the hallways of the hospital on the day my brother was born, or looking out my bedroom window at my former house. Interestingly though, many of my early memories are not in first person, I often see my younger self doing things instead of doing them myself. (4) I strongly consider my parents to be the biggest influence on