Personal Narrative Analysis

Kevin and I stepped into a whole new world in the fall of 2009. We began our degree program at Emmanuel School of Religion, which is now called Emmanuel Christian Seminary. We were working on our Masters of Arts and Religion. I was excited and nervous about going back to college. Our first day was terrifying. Kevin and I attended orientation the week prior to classes starting. There was a definite realization this academic program was going to be a challenge. However, I wanted a challenge. On the first day of class, we started with Greek. Our professor was Dr. Marwede. He opened the class with a test. He came over to my chair first and handed me a paper with a list of Greek words on it. My immediate reaction was shock, which Dr. Marwede realized I was overwhelmed by the look on my face. He told the class we could take it home as homework. Many of the students in the Greek class had previous experience with Greek; however, Kevin and I had no knowledge at all. We were overwhelmed. We were assigned five chapters and told to return the next day for a quiz with our homework.

It was the summer of 2012, my brother Ashton and I were in Hollywood, FL on vacation. We had been fishing since eight in the morning and we were bored out of our minds, so we hopped in a canoe and set off to what is the most thrilling event of my life. We were not prepared physically or mentally for what we were about to encounter.

Its been a year since I began walking these new halls with lockers on both sides of me. Although the faces that pass me look unfamiliar, i began to recognize

At the age of twenty nine, I faced an inevitable, drastic, and ultimately life changing decision. My options were limited, with no stress-free path to select. One path led down a very dark road, one that would have led to an abrupt end to my own life. The other route led to personal happiness, however, met with great sacrifice. Being that I felt strongly against the first option, I chose the second path. A reset button was pressed.

I lost a job and did not find another one for several months. Once I did and tried to come back I was in 2 different car wrecks with the injuries and pain I was in there was no way I would have been able to complete successfully any of my classes or have them done in a timely fashion the concussion I suffered prevented me from remembering a lot of the time as well as the pain medications in which I was placed on. I tried again once I felt fine enough to go back and then I had health issues which required me to go in for surgery not once but twice. During that time I was not able to complete the classes as well in a timely fashion not only could I not lift my arms above my head but I needed help to assist me to be able to move about and therapy

To my mind velocity isn’t as significant, as the weight and size of the projectile. The larger and heavier the projectile, the less deflection. That is why the larger pistol calibers are preferable. I possess no experience with bonded bullets. However, I can see how they would be a better option in shooting through laminated windscreens, if the manufacturing process claim is correct that the design will control expansion, have higher weight retention, and deeper penetration. FMJ shares some of these characteristics and therefore in theory at least, if not in practice lesser fragmentation when hitting the windshield and in turn penetration into the vehicle.

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

When was the first time I dropped my pants in front of another man? Good question. It was my annual sports psychical. Initially, I wasn’t expecting much out of the appointment. I was expecting to hear that I was in fantastic health and that I am prepared for the sports season but I was wrong. I ended up butt naked in front of my doctor with his hand in places that didn’t belong. All doctors try to claim the same thing; they are your friend and they want to help you and do what is best for you. Personally, I don’t believe that an old man’s cold hand on my genitals is exactly what’s best for me; if he does want to be my friend, he’s giving the wrong signals in doing so. What I am trying to explain is that people dislike going to the doctor. Today,

This past weekend, I was driving with my dad in his Range Rover, and as there was no one on the highway at all, we were the only car in sight, I asked him if we could track how fast that his car went from 0 to 60 miles per hour. Agreeing, we stopped and then he pushed onto the gas while I was timing him. In exactly four seconds, the car went to 60 miles per hour. Thinking about the car after the fact, I connected it to what we have learned recently in class about acceleration. Since acceleration is the change in velocity over the change in time, my dad went from 0 to 60 miles per hour in 4 seconds, so the acceleration of the car would be 15 miles per hour, per second. Examining how I was able to find the acceleration of the car, this helped

One summer day a little girl got a pair of sunglasses and when she put it on and it started to rain on her, just her. When she moved the rain followed her. When she took it off it didn’t rain anymore. She tried to do normal stuff like eat ice cream, go to a birthday party and, have fun. Everytime she put her sunglass on it would destroy. Later that day after every time she put her sunglass on it started a storm. Everyone was running away for her but, finally she took them off for good. As the little girl walked she saw a bigger girl than her with a empty pool, sitting and doing nothing. The little girl went over to her and she put her sunglass on and the big girl’s pool started to fill up. She thanked the girl with the sunglass and jumped

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 moved here when I was three and I quickly found friends. With my spare time, I enjoy hanging out with my friends, playing on my trumpet, playing my piano and reading. I’m currently reading Harry Potter for the sixth time and watching all of the movies with my dad for the second.

If you had told me a few years ago that I would get on my bike and ride to a different state, and all for a soda and some fries from McDonalds, I would have told you that was ludicrous. No-one would ever commute that far for something so trivial. And yet just last year, I would do exactly that.

It is hard to believe it has been two years since I retired after 37 years as an educator. After the initial withdrawal questions that I am sure most retirees experience such as what was I thinking to quit a perfectly good job; what will they do without me; what will I do without the daily interactions with people on the job; how will we pay the bills; and what will I do with all this free time; I finally came to grips with being a “has been” and moved on to being a “whatever I what to be." It took some time, but I came to realize there is more to life than a “perfectly good job” that requires 12 to 14 hour work days; I learned to accept they, the job, will get along just fine if not better without me; I still miss the job specific interactive

The lush landscaping and secluded setting of Winchester Place apartments enables residents to enjoy the quiet life in Northwest Houston while still being minutes from Beltway 8 and Highway 290 when they need to get to downtown Houston. There's a Kroger and McDonald's within walking distance and a bunch of other stores and restaurants nearby. Walking and jogging trails, a 24-hour fitness center and two racquetball courts give residents what they need to get exercise, and there is a pool with sundeck to use for relaxation afterward.