Personal Narrative Analysis

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

As well as there is the other sentence in this article said, “They undoubtedly saw rainbow patterns in the misty spray, but were convinced they had discovered a fairy grotto.” I would like to visit South Island and Milford Sound again as last time I did not see a rainbow. I would imagine that I rotate my neck to see the rainbow, it would be as a heaven, discovered a fairy grotto. Event though, “Jessie explains that Milford Sound is actually a fiord, carved out by a glacier and then flooded by the sea, whereas a sound is a flooded river valley.” For my opinion, it seems that Milford Sound is just a fiord rather than a sound. However, it is still the most experienced traveller, which means you won’t regret to travel under the one of the most

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

his past weekend, was all together, a terrible wind storm, if you ask me. There were branches collapsing off trees, covering the road. Trees ripping out of the ground, and making a great disturbance, making power lines fall and break; as an aftereffect, Gray had no power. The outage time differed for each person in the town. Therefore, some people STILL have no power to this day. I have my power back, just because CMP came to fix it in my range. For the remaining people, they are in the process.

I have always loved school, from my first day of kindergarden to my first day of high school and almost everyday in between. I always excelled in school, even though I moved around a lot. I had already been to four different elementary schools by the time I was in the fourth grade, and one more for half a year in sixth grade. I had a rough childhood aside from all of the moving. Growing up my life was never really normal. I had two moms, which nowadays isn’t that big of a deal, but 15 years ago it was. My life was fairly good until I was about five or six when my moms got a divorce. At the time I didn't know it but it was at that point that my life started to change forever. After the divorce my parents went to court for custody and one of

"How did I get here?" I thought, as the cold, hard steel of the policeman's handcuffs latched on the sensitive skin of both my wrists. Despite the staggering amount of drugs that were raging through what remained of my emaciated body, my mind somehow began to salvage some form of what could be considered clarity. As I slowly began to comprehend what was happening, the policeman started to guide me down the stairs of my home with caution. And that was when I cast my unsteady gaze over my shoulder, only to behold the absolute indignation, repulsion, and total disappointment that dominated my mother's face. Yes, I knew how I had inevitably arrived at this moment in my life. I was being arrested because I was a thieving heroin addict, I was

Back when I still wore pigtails, I remember always feeling like an afterthought by my parents. I understood why, and it was justifiable. Since I was the eldest, and my younger brother was put on the autism spectrum, I knew I had to grow up extra quick, for Father always worked and Mother had her plate full, trying to raise us. I would do my chores without being asked and do my homework without needing help, just so Mother could have one less child to worry about. My brother, however, had to have everything done for him. He even needed Mother to brush his pearly whites for him. It was just one more duty to add to the infinite list of responsibilities Mother had to do for my brother.

My wife and I drove to Colorado today for the Mother’s Day weekend. The sky is overcast and threatens to rain at any moment. On day such as this, I am reminded of our track meet day in elementary school. I grew up in a very small town and many schools in this area held a track meet on the last day of school. Nearly every year, the track meet took place on a day with similar weather conditions. It was just cool enough to keep comfortable as you ran, jumped, and played, but not too cold to ruin the day. Everyone loved the track meet since there were no classes and students were treated to a day of athletic competition. Each child participated in every event and ribbons were given out to the top 6 finishers. Participant ribbons were given to every child who did not place in the top positions.

“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is most adaptable to change,” says Charles Darwin. This quote relates to me because throughout the junior year I tried my best to get the sharpest straight A’s so when I couldn’t get to those straight A’s I beat myself up over it. Making my depression, anxiety, and guilt even worse than ever before. I wasn’t the student I once was and that I am an ill repute. Because of these emotions, the only solution was to end my life to end my suffering so I tried but survived the attempt after being hospitalized. I came back my friends and my teachers still supported me with their best attempt and never gave up on me. Life was punishing this year I learned

In 2011, I became divorced which was a substantial loss of income for me causing economic hardship for me to support my two kids. At the time of my divorce Malik was 16 years of age in the 11th grade, and my daughter Cyera 10 years of age in the 5th grade. Due to the divorce my daughter developed an anti-social behavior, and had to attend a child psychologist twice a week which was about $150 for each session for a year. My main focus was getting my daughter well, so she can cope within the classroom setting. Working for the City of Marietta my annual income was about $36,000. In 2011 I moved my kids to a townhome in 2012 the owner of the townhome foreclosed; in 2012 I moved again; 2013 I moved for the third time which put pressure on Malik and my daughter. Coming out of high school Malik didn’t have a whole lot of options, he heard of West Georgia Tech College from others hoping to try and earn a scholarship with their football program. He was not recruited by any JCs at all, he was looking forward to earning a scholarship with the new upcoming football program at West Ga Tech.

Last week, I drove 3 hours to attend a career fair at the University of Iowa.

It was august of 2011 I was 5 years old in kindergarten, I had anxiety attacks but I made it through. I was crying I couldn’t stay but I did every day my anxiety is caused I worry too much about my mother. First grade it was good. I didn’t cry as much I had the best teacher ever Mrs.Delrio she liked me a lot too. Second grade I cried a lot it was really hard my teacher new my family a lot because she had my siblings before. I cried a lot when my mom dropped me off but when I got there I was fine. Third grade it was really hard I cried in the morning and my teacher wasn’t very nice. Fourth grade it was a good year I didn’t cry as much my teacher was really nice she was a math teacher she was very good at her job she taught me a lot she was the

I usually worry about… everything. If one little thing happens then I freak out about it. I overthink a lot of things and that does not help. It usually takes me a long time to settle down after I start to worry.

I understand the reasons why I was not admitted; There are others with better scores, higher grades, finer essays, but I believe the circumstances that I had to endure through the past four years were not adequately expressed in my application. Having a terminally ill parent meant I was never able to be just a student. Homework started when visiting hours ended. While everyone was able to focus on their school work, sports or social lives, I spent my summers being a caretaker for my mom. I never thought that after 12 years of sickness everything would end; I had that gut feeling, but I always hoped it was wrong. I hoped that after all the pain, tears and heartbreak that my family faced over and over again that we would be able to have that

I am so grateful for an unexpected day off to be able to get my life in order. When the week begins, I'm in absolute "go" mode. I must admit I don't like the feeling. There's a sense of anxiety that comes along with it and I can totally do without it. Today, I've become increasingly aware of how dangerous it is to be mentally somewhere else. There's a beauty and an ease that comes with staying in the moment and focusing on what's on your plate at that moment. I'm a total proponent for goal-setting and love doing that. However, we can't get so focused on where we're going that we don't appreciate and enjoy where we are. With that being said, here are my goals for this week! :)