Personal Narrative Analysis

I managed to survive my first day of being a freshmen with only minor issues. The most embarrassing part of my day claimed my late arrival to nearly every class period. I couldn’t remember where any

Mike and his wife Barb were happy to see me again. When I pulled into their driveway they were waiting outside his shop. Mike and I had made arrangements for me to purchase another ATV from him. This time I arrived to look at a 1984 Honda ATC250ex that he had restored. Mike is a shade tree mechanic who repairs old vehicles and ATVs and then flips them for a small profit. Entering his shop presents one with at least a dozen quads and dirt bikes all in a different stage of restoration. The youngest model in restoration is at least 25 years old. While most of the ATVs were in non-running condition, they weren’t treated like discarded trash. Each of Mike’s ATVs was positioned with disassembled parts sorted nearby as if every project had its own

The concise time when an individual becomes a young adult is unknown and confusing. The authors have decided to pinpoint various milestones within to human life to gives readers a general idea of when we entered adult. According to Zastrow & Kirst-Ashman (2016), "However, in most states, they are not considered adult enough to drink alcoholic beverages until the age of 21. A person cannot become a U.S. senator until age 30 or president until age 35.” Contrary to the beliefs of the author, everyone has their own interpretation of what constitutes an adult.

Earlier this week, right before my big test I got a phone call. It was from my best friend and clearly she was upset. Immediately when I sensed this, I was ready to beat someone up. Her voice shook as she explained what she had just experienced; she was studying alone at Books-A-Million and an old man started to harass her. She is a Mexican immigrant and apparently this old man believed that this gave him the right to dehumanize her. He repeatedly aggressively asked her if she was an immigrant; in order to avoid the conflict because she could sense the hate in his voice, she told him no. He continued to probe her with invasive questions while another older woman joined in. He even expressed his hate for “lazy and criminal” immigrants.

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

I am the only senior in my high school that is sad about graduation. Ever since I was a child the first day of school was like Christmas to me. There was something so appealing about the smell of the new classroom the shine of the new desks, new people- a fresh start. You could almost feel the knowledge; the new vibrating in the atmosphere. That was the best feeling in the world. I was born with a hungry mind, constantly craving that knowledge, devouring it up like a raging forest fire. The thought of that journey ending devastates me, the enlightenment and moreover, the extinguishing of that wildfire in my mind. Without that flow of learning, I feared the oceans of intellect in my mind would cease to a trickle or worse, dry up completely.

My parents got together in May of 1983, they were both 18 years old. My dad, Mark, was your all-American guy who loved muscle cars, dogs, and racing. My mom, Kathy, was the fiery neighbor girl who wouldn't take anything from anyone. After a short six months of dating, they got engaged, however, the engagement lasted nine years. Two years later, my brother Matt came along on June 29, 1994. Matt was the apple of my fathers eye, they did everything together. Illegally, my dad got my brother into racing early by forging his birth certificate to say he was older. Matt raced dirt bikes, go carts, quads, and three wheelers until he was twelve years old.

Everybody has their moment that truly defines them for the rest of their life, whether it be when they first learned how to ride a bike or a friend that they made. Some events are more harsh and abrasive than other events but everybody has one. My event was a fateful night in the summer of 2013. I was 13 years old.

The youngest in a large family with nine siblings; I struggled with being shy and timid; my parents worked long hours most of the time my oldest sister take care of my siblings and I. I struggled in Elementary School well into High School; I was afraid to ask my teacher for help. I became frustrated with the simplest assignments; my parents were good parents t; but they lack the skills to help me with my assignments; therefore I didn’t have the help that I needed to help me to succeed in school; every year seemed hard to pass to the next grade. There were many times I went to school with incomplete assignments because I couldn’t understand the work. I had recurring dreams that I repeated my grade more than once; only to learn

Every speaker has helped me construction a better understanding of earning a doctorate. I started listening to Sterling and Katie and thought, wow that is cool, and they are really smart and hardworking, and then transformed my approach to the speakers when Jackie and Mark came to speak with us. During Jackie and Mark’s presentation, something changed. I no longer felt like earning this degree was out of my reach. They both told us many times that we too could earn a doctorate. Something about their sincerity made me believe that it was true; I am smart enough, I am dedicated enough to earn a doctorate. This changed my purpose for all the presenters that followed. Each speaker since has helped me map my dissertation schedule and topic.

I had not realized I was like my mom until I moved in with my boyfriend. In my house the reasons for discussion with my mom were because my dad and I left everything messy. I did not understand my mother until I lived with my partner. I thought she exacted everything, but not, she was right. It really bothers me like her, when people leave everything disorganized in their path. Another thing that I did and now it bothers me is that they do not wash the dishes they used, it only takes two minutes to clean them. My boyfriend says that I fight a lot and for everything. I justify myself by saying that I carry it in my genes, I inherit it from my mother. I have found myself in situations in which I fought for nothing and almost everything, and in

SMACK the bat slammed right into my forehead. The next thing I know I’m sitting on the ground and everyone was silent. I stood up, brushed off my pants, and walked inside the house. I asked for an ice pack and laid on the couch until the party was over. I was pretty bummed that I didn’t get my chance to hit the pinata.

Not paying attention to life will change it, but pay attention to who cares and loves you in the world. If you don’t go out in the world you are wasting your life away. At times it's a good thing that you do not pay attention as things will change like someone new is coming into your life that will love you for whatever you do to them if its good or bad. If Andy didn't pay attention to where she was going. Chris wouldn’t be mad at Andy; “I really don't remember how it happened, I just remember standing there with an empty glass staring into the clearest, greenest, angriest eyes I have ever seen. Than I reali[z]ed why he was so angry.” (page 6)

On December 19, 2012, on the way back home from soccer practice, my parents let the news out that we were to move for the second in two years. The year before had been an adventurous one. I was beginning “middle school” in Australian standards, and that was the year I found out that our family was to be moving back to the US, to the Windy City. Well…a little north from there to a small village named Glencoe. This move was welcome as for the first time I would receive an education in America. Upon moving there and getting settled in and starting school, I fell in love with the place and everybody who was associated with it as it was a small village with less than 2,000 people. I also did not expect to move anywhere. I though that this would

During my childhood I was very fortunate enough to get essentially anything that I wanted. I never had to beg my parents to get me something, if I wanted it, I got it. I was very lucky and blessed to have two working parents who were able to provide everything for my sister and I to live a nice, comfortable life. But by the age of ten, my life had completely changed. My parents had gotten a divorce and soon after my father had completely left the equation, leaving my mother the sole responsibility of taking care of not only herself, but also two young children. Growing up after that point was very hard because no matter how much money my mom tried to scrape up or how hard she pushed herself at work, it was never enough. Every penny she made