Personal Narrative Analysis

On the about last week of March, I, Sgt. A. Walton confiscated an unauthorized Casio G-Shock Gray/Black/Light Blue in color watch that was sent to Nottaway Correctional Center by Offender C. Barker #1421016 family member.

I do this for the ones who sing in the shower instead of a stage. with the heart of a poet filled with

I was convinced at one point in my life that I wouldn't graduate high school, let alone get a college degree. I grew up in a broken home, where there was physical, emotional, mental, and sexual abuse. This all had a tremendous affect on me as a young girl, well into my teenage years, and early adult hood, and significantly impacted the choices I made for myself at the time. I moved out of my home at the age of 15 after my mother remarried, I went to live with a friend which I thought at that time was a great idea. It wasn't long after that I began smoking marijuana, doing cocaine, drinking and taking rohypno. I was hanging out with all the wrong people, and I stopped going to school for over a month my junior year. One morning after I had drank

Once upon a time, there was an illegal immigrant named Rosa she came from a poor family and her mother left her when she was 4 years old for another man.

I believe that opportunities that are not taken only open up more opportunities in the future.

If you've ever moved you may have felt the way I have. Now this whole moving "thing" didn't seem to bad to me in the beginning, probably due to the fact that I was only 8 years old. Though I didn't exactly know that we were moving out of the county and away from my friends, that was the surprise to me. That reason specifically hit me the hardest. Either way it could have gone worse, but it went pretty well after awhile of settling in, fixing ,and changing my life style.

From the moment I could, I read. Of course, during kindergarten I started by only understanding Spanish, so reading took a little longer for me to comprehend. But over time, I did learn to speak and read through the English language and for a long time, reading was my escape. Being able to invite myself into the author’s world of emotions, thoughts, and ideas was the ideal situation. From wanting to leave my world and delve into another, I became passionate about, nay, obsessed with reading.

From youth, I was surrounded by gifted individuals; my parents, my sisters, my aunts, even my cousins. They were all overachievers, who strove towards one goal. Excellence in their field of medicine. I, quite stubbornly, resisted that which was my calling for the longest time.

Making cautious decisions are very critical right now; I have no choice but to get to higher ground because there are six people left in the game including my teamate and I. We are pushing to a moutain when suddenly we hear gunshots coming from our southeast. I yell at my teammate tell him that there is two enemys to our north and one to our southeast. We come to an agreement that we are going to push the hill to our west to take the higher ground but the enemy is playing with perfect tactics to make sure that he pushes us with great force. I could tell that the person we were faceing was great at the game and played at a very high skill level. As I am running to the mountian to the west, my teammate decides he wants to face the person that

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.

I was just an ordinary teenager, now finally finishing out my freshman year of high school when I got this terrible “invisible injury”. My friend and I were running around on the last day of gym for the school year when out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark shadow quickly approaching my head. My whole body jolted as I tried to comprehend what had just happened, my head spun. Little did I know that my life would be transformed those quick seconds due to the chaos that was gym basketball. The summer going into sophomore year was anything but ordinary, majority of it consisting of me sitting in dark rooms playing with children's toys such as legos and play-doh, or wearing sunglasses everywhere, even inside stores at the mall. It was as

When looking at the vehicle, one may see the beaten up interior seats and the small, but noticeable, dents on the outside, but I see a perfect painting. From the look of the chipped air bag holder to the smell of the melted chocolate in the glove compartment, the Jeep is very unique. Its 6-foot-tall, 4-foot-wide frame leaves a minuscule space for storage, and the mass of fast-food bags and the mountain of clothes take up half of the space. As the smell of old Chick-fil-A breakfast permeates the senses upon entering the car,

As a retired dealership technician I can tell you, if you treat your car well and keep it in new condition, others involved in its service or transportation are more likely to show it some respect. If you treat it like a trashcan than others will think it 's OK if they do the same. However, this isn 't the only reason to keep it clean.

In this picture i have picked is of my mom and sister and I. Im going to start with me, ever since I was little I never knew my dad im hoping to soon met my dad when I turn 18. I have always lived with my mom. Living as in jumping around from house to house. We went to marysville kansas for my junior year just for my junior year and the summer, some how newton is the place we end back up in. Now i'm a senior here in newton. We have lived in several different place I have lived out of state 2 twice, Texas and Missouri. My mom and sister are the closest people to me. If you get me around my sister, you never think she is my sister. My mom is the hardest mom ever. She has been through so much but still attempts to keep food in my stomach and

I remember my tragic event like it was yesterday. I was in six grade at the time. My family and I just moved to Lawton, Oklahoma from Schweinfurt, Germany. In six grade, I had two teachers Ms. Parker and Ms. Smith. Ms. Smith was the one who "Switch the Channel" in my life. I will never forget the negative comments she said to me. I went to her class every Tuesday. In her class, only three students attended, including me. I always felt miserable at the end of class, for she would say some negative comment to the students and me about how we would never succeed in school. Ms. Smith comments had a big effect on my life. Ever since I attended her class, I never felt the need to do well in school anymore because her negative comments got to me.