Personal Narrative Analysis

Mayella does not have power because she is a white female, being the lowest class. Mayella is a white female living in Maycomb, Alabama. Mayella has some power being white, but not in her class and gender prevents her from having any power. Mayella is an eighteen year old taking care of her younger siblings. She does not have any power.

All my life, my main goal was (and still is) to move out of Wisconsin, say goodbye to the negative fifty degree winters, and explore the world. Looking for a career that incorporates my love for traveling and my intrest of Business has always sounded like a dream.Going to new, exotic places has always been a significant part in my life. After all, my first trip was when I was eight months old to Turks and Caicos. Throughout time, our family traveled to most of the Caribbean, I was infatuated with everything about these countries. At the age of ten, I started taking online Spanish courses.In the past year, I started to learn my third language, Italian. Learning a language takes a strong memory, from memorizing the spelling to all the forms the word has to be in.

June 20: I woke up early this morning to my mom coming into my room. She always barges in using my stuff and that usually gets me annoyed and wakes me up because of how loud she is. My mom always greets me saying good morning once she sees that I am awake. Usually, I’m not always in the best mood when she wakes me up really early so I just tune it out and ignore it. I work every Monday morning so my mom always asks if I want a waffle or bagel, a typical breakfast meal she would easily make. After she asked me if I would like something to eat, that's when I decided to respond. She also asked me what time do I go to work, she always asks every week even though I always go at the same time. After I review our conversation, based on Jack Gibbs

Challenging an idea takes a lot of courage. However, if a person fails to challenge an idea that he or she does not believe in, then that person is a quitter. On the other hand, if a person stands up to what he or she believes in, he or she is a fighter who is not afraid to express his or her own opinion. In the past year, I entered a science fair in my school. In my project, I used a common smartphone to analyze the color spectrum of certain dyes. I displayed great interest towards this topic and I promised myself that I would complete the project with the best of my ability. With that promise as a motivation I completed my project and was ready to amaze both the judges and the audience. Little did I know that the path I treaded on was not a straight one.

The first time we met, I didn’t realize that the seemingly meathead jock with the deep rumbling voice would teach me how to be me and swim in the oceans of life. In putting my trust in him, I gained an inveterate friend who has always been there to pick me up when I fell and knows exactly how to right my path. When we met, I was abashed by life and petrified to be me; he was self-assured, impeccable in every aspect of life. He has saved me more times than could possibly be counted; everyone should be so lucky as to have a friend like him.

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 walked into the Mr.Freeze line at Six Flags I saw the people in front of us get on. They sat down and buckled them in, then the countdown started 5,4,3,2,1 “Bye”. The Machine was off I counted 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. Then they were back all paralyzed with fear. Our Turn! Me and my mom hopped on the ride and they buckled us in. All I could think was “No Way Out!!!”. Then I started to shake and to shiver while my sister in front of me with my dad had a jolly smile on her face! Then the countdown started 5,4,3,2,1 “Bye”. We took off zooming through twists and turns slamming into the tracks as we went.I’m going to die!! I thought. I tried to scream but my voice was to scratchy from the other rides I screamed and screamed but nothing.

A time that I faced a challenge was my junior year in high school. This was my hardest year academically. I felt as if three out of my five classes were impossible to pass (the other two being electives). It seemed like no matter how hard I studied or how much tutoring I received, there was no light at the end of the tunnel. Going from a straight A student with an occasional B here and there to then being in the low B range killed me. I stressed myself out tremendously over grades to where it became unhealthy. I would have migraines daily. I would come home, go straight to my room and dwell on the fact that I had no idea how to start my homework let alone complete it. I would sit there, depressed, crying my eyes out because I had nowhere to

It was a day that I had been waiting for all season, why? Because it meant that the pain was going to be over and it was my final race to prove how good I really was to everyone and hopefully fulfill the goal my coach, school and fans set for me. That morning of October 28th I woke up really sick to my stomach. Nerves were taking over my body and I couldn't sit still. The ride to the course I remember putting my headphones in and zoning everything out and never truly coming out of it till after the race was over. I remember my mom hugging me and telling me how proud of me she was and that no matter how bad my shins hurt to keep running. My coach grabbed me before I went to the starting line and surprisingly said how proud he was of me too, but that it wasn't over so that could change. It was so cold outside and I remember being able to see my breath and worrying that it was going to really effect my performance. I could also see the

In contrary to the “traditional” narrative, my aspirations of being a future healthcare provider did not start during childhood. I remember at the tender age of seven and bearing witness to the severe pain that radiated throughout my father’s body due to the movement of kidney stones. That experience, now looking back, instilled a sense of fear in me that lead to the avoidance of any career exploration or opportunity related to healthcare. It was not until college after better comprehending the healthcare system and learning about its inner workings that I began to develop my passion around social change and creating more equitable outcomes in terms of effective patient care and practices. Although, I am unsure as to what role and or, the function

I’m 17 years old. Not too old, but just old enough to have experienced some things in life. Some are good, some are bad, but they all taught me something. In the past 8 years of my life, I haven’t had a single day where I don’t look back on the things that have happened to me. Sometimes I’m thankful that those things happened, and sometimes I get depressed about them, I guess it really depends on the mood I’m in.

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

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

Do you know what you want to do when you’re older? It can be hard deciding because everyone pressures you to do the best, but remember that no job is ever permanent. Im still young, but I think that at my age, I should already have ideas of what I want to do/become. The things that I do on a daily basis should somewhat lead me to the thing I want to most. Years ago, I used to say that I want to become a teacher, but now I think I know what I want to do and I hope that I’m successful enough to fulfill this dream; I want to travel the world. Even though I haven't been to many places, my goal is to go almost everywhere once I'm educated enough, and when I have enough money. Travelling somewhere new and learning about the different places excites me!

Growing up in the small town of New Castle, Colorado, my family and I remained very close. We spent the majority of our time together, working and playing around the small ranch my parents owned. My sister and I were just 3 years apart, and my brother joined our family much later. Being 9 and 12 years younger than his sisters, he began his journey much differently than ours. He was spoiled rotten by his sisters while he was young, and when we graduated and moved into college, he was granted the ‘only child’ role. Though this began in a very exciting manner, it became somewhat lonely. My sister and I came back on every break, but it didn’t compare to our childhood days of spending every evening and every weekend sharing the household chores