Personal Narrative Analysis

My freshmen year, it took me a while to start talking to new people because I was super shy. However, due to my performance in my races, people started to learn my name and actually reached out to me to get to know me. Therefore, I began to become familiar and more comfortable with the members on my team. I decided that I needed to do the same and connect with others my sophomore year. To do so, I started to join various school clubs and attend my church’s youth services, where I met new people. Now my peers see me as a “social butterfly”.

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.

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.

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

My parents are very different from each other. We all have different views on thing and school. I myself have only left the state once that was when I was like 2 months old my mom took me to Alabama to see my aunt and uncle and cousin. I love to fish and Longboard. I don't play too many video games. Also I absolutely can't wait unit I don't have to go to school any more. I will end up going to college one way or another because I would like a degree in engineering or something in that nature. I was almost put up for adoption when I went to Alabama. I have 4 brothers and 2 sisters. I only know one of my sisters. My mom lost custody of when I was little. I never met her. She is only like 2 years younger than me. I also play baseball. I have never went hunting or for that matter I have never shot a gun. I own 2 bows 1 for target practice and the other one is for hunting when i get older.

It was 1918 and i was living in kansas city it was a hot summer night that we heard that we was going into war i remember that night like it was yesterday. It was me and my brother and my mother and father i was 15 years old almost all grown up but i have to be 17 in my parents eyes to get to live on my own my brother was 12 i am the oldest. At that time my mother was 35 and my father was 36, things was going well until get heard the news around town that the war was on its way so through the summer we was getting ready mom said that we had to move to a place called Georgia and i was so upset about leaving kansas but if it meant that i was going to be a live with my family i guess i will have to go and live with the fact that i will live down there for the rest of my life. So we was packing up what little bit of food that we had and so we put it in your wagon and we was on your way the whole time i was so mad until we got to kentucky then we was able to get some rest and my parents was able to get some sleep to.

When one envisions a house party their mind embodies the music and grasps the loving environment, but no one ever signs up for a life altering trauma. March 19, 2016 can be portrayed as the breaking point that unleashed the dangers of my fears. When a bullet is fired it is said to destroy its target, when the bullet pierced through my body it felt almost as if the world had been swept from underneath me. During this night I was rushed into an ambulance, where I was grazed slightly an inch away from my spine, which they told me I could've been paralyzed, but by the grace of God I wasn't. The incident opened up my eyes and it was a major wake up call for me. It made me into a better and stronger individual, my grades began to improve and my perspective on life changed. It taught me to live life to the fullest because you don't know when your time is going to come.

Just like *meow*... and then * pew, pew*... she's gone. Just like *snap* that. Gone in an instant. She lived a long, great 43 years. But who am I? I'm her daughter. We were very close, and we shared many memories from the time i was born up until now. For example, the time I was 7, i'm 15 now, and i was learning to be polite and ask humans for food by looking cute. On the first day my mom taught me, she went first and sge did it with ease. Then it was my turn. I went up to a child and looked as cute as i could. Just as the child was about to pet me, this bigger human, I guess it was his mother, came over and kicked me. Me and my mom ran away together back home and told me, '' See, Amilyee, I told you not to go to that human, but you went anyway and look what happened!" she laughed. Then, she took me to get a cone of ice cream from The Cat's Pawlor to make me feel better. SHe ordered my favorite ice cream flavor, Mother's Milk. and all was right again.

Losing two of my best friends within six months of each other was one of the hardest things I have had to do. They were a major part of my life for almost 17 years, before they left. Through this experience, I learned to be an example of kindness, hard work, and diligence for those around me.

I moved to the United States with my mom and younger brother when I was 10. My dad was already living in New York at the time so we moved to stay together, leaving everything behind. My most prized possession was a bag of marbles I gave to my friend; I thought I could get it back when I returned.

I received my high school diploma in June of 2009 and told myself that I would take a year off school. That year turned into seven before I made the choice to attend Southeast Tech. I have wanted to work with children for many years, and decided a few years ago to pursue a career with younger children. I enrolled in the Early Childhood program in Spring 2016. Ever since I can remember I have had issues with nervousness and allowing that to hold me back. There have been numerous times in my life that I have allowed anxiety to keep me from bettering my life. Maybe, it better to refer to it as an excuse because that’s what it usually feels like. I still feel anxious relatively often but I have realized that if I give things time I become more and more comfortable. I think that I have learned to yell over the inner voices that tell me I can’t do something.

I found this narrative interesting because I can relate to the speaker. We were both raised in religious families and read the Bible when we were young. The speaker talked about how reading the King James Version of the Bible helped her to better understand Shakespeare, which is something I strongly believe is true. Listening to her talk about sitting on her couch reading the Bible before she was even in school made me nostalgic of my own childhood. My mom has always been an avid reader who pushed me to read books when I was young. My mom entered me in a summer reading program at our public library every summer; this is one other thing I found that I have in common with the speaker, whose parents encouraged reading. I loved reading when I was

I walked in to the cold, gray room looking from wall to wall seeing daunting medical instruments waiting to be used, and I glance over to my left hearing a whisper saying that everything is alright. On Monday, February 22, 2011, I entered the hospital as a panicked ten year old girl waiting to have Dr. Geissler remove the tumor out of my upper left arm. My mother and father were waiting in the lounge praying to God that everything will be alright, and that the tumor was benign not malignant. My two older sisters were at school trying to hold back their tears when saying their intention today was to pray that my surgery will run smoothly. I tried not to think about what was approaching rather to remember last night when my family celebrated

I was born on the 16th of February 1998 in Show low Arizona as the youngest child in a family of eight children. The age gap between me and next oldest is 11 years. It was difficult to grow up without siblings around my age to play with and I quickly learned how to entertain myself.

My grandparents moved to the Big Island from Philly and my grandfather wanted to open a restaurant to introduce his culture to others. In June of 1991, my grandfather took over the Canaan Deli and started to serve cheesesteaks and Philly style pizza. At first everyone was skeptical about this sandwich from a restaurant that just came up out of the blue. My grandfather would tell the new customers that if they didn't like the sandwich, then he would give them their money back. The surprising thing was no one complained about it, and eventually started to ask for a cheesesteak on rice.