Personal Narrative Analysis

Today was an important day, sports meeting. In the morning, we had the opening dance. And we won the best team award. The first event was 3000 meters, but I had no ranking. There were long-jump, and solid sphere. In the afternoon, we had jump-rope and shooting, and we won the second in jump-rope and shooting. Our class teacher told me “friendship first competition second.” When all the events were over, I went to play basketball. After the end of the sports meeting, we took a photo in front of the flag.

On Saturday the junior class set up and ran a carnival for children and families on the turf and athletic fields behind Hardwick Hall. Organized over the summer by Mrs. Ryerson and Mrs. Shaw as an orientation activity, events ranged from Corn Hole bean bag toss and ladder-ball to face painting and other arts and crafts. Snow Cones and Cotton Candy gave comfort to many in the hot afternoon, and ring toss, bowling, and fishing games brought joy to young faces as they competed for prize tickets on the turf.

Walking back to the Lower School playground, I reflect on how much laughter and joy I had out there. A time where after school was spent running around with friends, instead of hours of homework. Everyday, I would run outside to the playground and play games of soccer, football, and everyone's favorite, kickball. Specifically, on my first day of school I remember playing kickball. It was a sunny and crisp fall day. I felt the goosebumps rise on the surface of my arms and legs, but I knew once I started running . The first person I saw was Tim, and he asked if I wanted to play kickball with him and a few others, and I accepted. It was so much fun running around the bases and hearing all the screams of kids. First base was a metal pole, second

A school day went like this, we’d go to breakfast and wait in the line scoping out the cafeteria to see who we’d be in class with and who we’d get in trouble with. Then there comes first period with Mrs. collins, she teaches social studies and her class was pretty boring. I’d take notes each day and secretly laugh at my friends as they’d try to doze off, constantly looking at the clock knowing that in an hour I’d be in my “fun” class where I could relax. So it's time for next period and this was science class taught by the coach of all boy sports so we didn’t do much. We opened a book on our desk to whatever page he had written on the board, and the rule was: whenever someone comes to the door act like you’re working. Now, don’t get me wrong occasionally we would do assignments and take a quiz or two, but we had it pretty easy, except for the days after the games and the boys did bad. A victory meant we would watch a movie and a defeat meant we’d have to read the chapter, answer the questions at the end, and turn our work

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.

Jerry wakes up in a dissociative state still hungover from the previous night’s drug binge, nullifying the pain with a fluffy, symmetrical line of Peruvian cocaine and a tightly packed bowl of luminescent green, trichome plastered cannabis nug sourced from California out of his Illadelph bong; naturally, Jerry was quite the aficionado in recreational drug use and progressive dependency. As dopamine floods his prefrontal cortex he’s invigorated with a renewed sense of grandiosity; he looks in the mirror, his eyes are sunken in, the pallor of his complexion is ghostly, an apparition of a once revered public figure. He averts his eyes to his many awards and commendations for a brief moment, before the cannabis takes effect. He brushes

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.

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.

From the very beginning of the school year, all the teachers have been acknowledging all the things that will prepare us for high school, and I have been thinking nothing about it. I kept telling myself that high school is still so far away. All of a sudden, it has hit me that i’m graduating and moving on to high school. In my short time in District 57, I have learned a vast amount of things from complex equations in math, to managing homework.

Me just like any other human being make mistakes we’re not perfect, but we’re all special in our own ways. Something I feel makes me special is that at a very young age i started playing sports. I now consider myself an athlete. That makes me feel special because not everyone is capable of having to do school work and play sports during school. Sports have also showed me discipline. Another thing that it showed me was how to take leadership and help others.

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.

I gazed outside my window, looking up to the crystal clear sky that appeared to mirror my own image if I looked close enough. The sun was out, shining bright per usual but with a hint of sparkle. The weather was a perfect way to start my day, but per usual my brother and his friends were outside playing an intense game of basketball. Up and down the ball would dribble, “whump whump” until one of them would shoot, “swish” going in the net, this causing them to burst into a loud celebration. Nine year old me always found the daily routine of my brother and his peers annoying.

I hope youre having a great day. I just wanted to touch basis with you about the concerns we talked about last week. The reason I asked about the resources is because Ive fallen behind on my monthly bills by two months and received an eviction notice a week ago. My landlord has worked closely with me but she called on today and told me she has to call a sheriff out soon. Im not sure what all happens when a sheriff is called but it's part of the eviction process. She informed me first in case I want to find a place to stay before so that I can move my things but I dont have any place to go. I moved into my home in January, 2015 right after I had my son. I used the pay I received from short term, (maternity), to pay the first and second month's

I lived in Mckinney my whole life and thought everything was falling into place the way I wanted it. I had the best of friends, the perfect house, which held all my childhood memories, and enjoyed the school I went to everyday. Just as I thought my life in Mckinney would last longer, my parents shared the news that we would be moving to Prosper. At this point I thought that everything I had planned and expected my life to be was ruined. Even though Prosper is right down the street from Mckinney, I would no longer live in the house I grew up in and not share my high school experience with my best friends I’ve known since kindergarten.

It was the end of the season which meant there was only one meet left. Track was almost over and the honor roll meet was the last of the season. Only the sixteen fast were running in each event which made it very tricky to get in, out of the whole greater Lansing area. I was running the 400m dash and 200m low hurdles. I personally hated the 400m because it was probably the most challenging thing I've ever done. But the hurdles, on the other hand, were my favorite.