Personal Narrative Analysis

Nowadays, technology is an important tool used in so many different aspects of our life to help things like finance, navigation, and even food. With all of the advancements and ideas that the tech industry is making, technology is now becoming more and more involved in the health and wellness aspects of our lives. Now Physical therapists are starting to go along with this trend and have been using more of the tools and applications that are being created to help with the rehabilitation of their patients. Some of the new technology that has been created are specific video games that have new workout routines, stretches, timers and diet suggestions for the Wii or X-Box Kinect. There are also new smartphone and smart watch apps with similar features

Remember, the perpetrator can create multiple diseases simultaneously to make the victim restless, angry, and loose cool. But I suffered through all these calmly; I know this is the only way to win. Winning is important because I take this as a game, and If I fail, then disappointed and angry. I am not expecting to win all the time, I am aware. Finally, I have to surrender. Now I am on the verge of defeat.

Did you know that the idea of New Year’s Resolutions came from the ancient Babylonians, around 4000 years ago. They actually celebrated it around May, when crops were planted, they made offerings to the gods, promising to pay off debts and things such as. This was also a way to show loyalty to the king and the gods. Today this tradition, although changed, still continues. With over 78 percent of Americans celebrating it, a lot of resolutions are made. Some of my own include training Spanky, fixing my truck, and getting my driver's license.

I was fourteen years old when a new life started for me. My mother came to the US searching for a better future for my sister and I, she left us with my grandmother when I was only two years old. Sometimes, a new beginning sounds scary. I had lived my entire life in El Salvador, surrounded by my family and friends, and now the moment to leave my country had come, I was to leave my home to come to the US to reunite with my mother. It was not an event I had envisioned, it was rather something that I saw far from happening.

My mother may be the one with an educator’s license, but both of my parents have always played an active role in my education. I have succeeded throughout my entire academic career due to their encouragement and help, and currently have a 4.0 at UT Tyler; However, not all of my education was scholarly. I was highly involved in a few extracurriculars, and my parents were at every event, from tryouts to state UIL, cheering me on.

I have a fully-grown massive Rottweiler named Mayson. When I first received my dog I had no idea that I was going to receive odd looks from people all over my neighborhood. I did not know that this tailless, lovable creature would soon grow to be my shadow of disapproval. To this day, they do not like looking at a five foot two female walking a 103 pound black bear-like dog half her size. Throughout the years, I have learned to cope with my so-called bloodthirsty dog by taking her out for walks when there are no sounds of children, strollers, or skateboards. I walk her late because I do not like to receive dirty looks from my neighbors for they do not trust my beast. My neighborhood once led me to believe the rumors about my black sheep because

So it all starts on a typical Friday morning while waiting in line to get food from the school cafeteria. During the process of picking up my tray, I had a sudden rush of anxiety from the fact that I had not studied my spelling words the night before. With this epiphany, I started coming up with possible solutions. While brainstorming, I received my food and sat down with my friends. The first idea to come to my mind was to study for my test while eating, but I soon realized neither my friends or myself had the words. My second idea was to go to class grab my words then ask my teacher if I could go to the restroom, but Ms. Elrod already had already taken us to the bathroom before breakfast. My third idea was to fake either an injury or illness, but I hated going

Life is a learning experience that we all go through with our goals that we want to achieve. Striving for these goals will have ups and downs. Sometimes we need to change our lives around and to choose a better path to follow.

School was over and summer could not have come any quicker. My friends rejoiced at the carefree living they could now enjoy for the next 2 months; no responsibilities, no commitments. But my summer was different; the year was 2012 and I was about to embark on a month long, life-changing experience. Earlier in the year, I committed to sign up for the Adirondack 46er program at YMCA Camp Chingachgook on Lake George. The goal: hike all 46 Adirondack high peaks in one month.

As you know, life is full of bumpy rides. This essay is about one of mine. This story is full of heat, fear, and pretty tight turns on the rails of life. Let me tell you of the time that our neighbor's house caught on fire.

Introduction- Growing up in the city of Chicago on the west Garfield park area, education wasn’t ever an option; it was always a must in my household. By way of example, my parents are really strict on me about my grades, they really want me to succeed and be something in my life. It was the end of the first semester, my sophomore year, when I found out I was on the verge of getting excluded from my school; it was a hard time for me, My grades were on a roller coaster, they would go up and down, and I wasn’t as consistent as I should have been. However, my teachers called for a parent teacher conference, all my teachers were in one room, they were really concerned about me and wanted to know what was my issue, because they always have known me to be very bright and eager to learn. However, the meeting helped me a lot, I decided I learned that no matter how close to the edge I

One Year later, I was out picking up mail and checking on the senior, that lived in our building. The senior had their adult children taking care of them, but they worked every day. They hired me to check on their parents after school, I would check to see how they were doing and ask if they needed anything. That was my job every day when I came home from school. For emergencies, Mother had the phone numbers of the children so she could contact them if their loved ones needed medical attention. Because they could not get up and down the stairs, I would bring in their mail. I got paid every Friday, but it was not much. My sisters, brothers, and cousin were like little soldiers as they would stand and wait for me to buy candy for them.

The worst thing that ever happened to me, turned into the best. When I was in the first grade I thought everything was fine. I had two friends, I loved my teacher and I thought all was well. What I didn’t realize was that I was falling behind in reading. At a parent-teacher conference, Mrs. Keys told my mom that I was dropping behind and that she reasoned it was a suitable idea if I was held back. My mom was devastated, she didn’t want her little girl to be having problems in school, but she also understood what it would mean if I was kept back. She tried every at home reading booster kit she could acquire to help me increase my reading level. Mrs. Keys could see the improvement but knew that I wasn’t quite at the level that I needed to be at to move on to

Ever since I was young, my parents always taught me to give back others. At the time, I never realized how difficult of a lesson this must have been for my parents to teach my sister and I. Looking back, my parents sacrificed a lot of creature comforts to make sure that we had three, square meals a day, a roof over our head, and clothes on our backs. In the last 10 years, I have been able to look back at my early childhood and realize that no matter how little we had, we always managed to give back in some way shape or form. At first, it was volunteering our time and as time passed, we were eventually able to contribute more. Since I was old enough to volunteer, I began giving my time and money to food pantries, cancer research, homeless shelters,

After skipping school, which became habitual for me, I would wake up and walk into my grandparent’s kitchen. When I wanted to fake being sick, I would always stay at their house because my grandmother was ok with me playing hooky. She would question me asking, “Why do you feel sickly” or “Why are you staying home?” This usually was returned with the proper response, “My head hurts.” I did this with the intention she wouldn’t find out whether I was actually sick or not. After two hours or so, she usually had it figured out. My only worry was the dread of my grandfather coming home for lunch to reprimand me for skipping school. I was not worried about myself because there happened to be a competition waiting at the house when my grandfather arrived.