Personal Narrative Analysis

My aim for today was to make more time for one on one sessions with the residents. This actually ended up working quite well as 5 of the 12 residents in cottage #3 went out for a bus outing from 0930-1100. I came back from my first break and was entirely done all the AM care, including that morning's shower, so I was able to take an hour to file and paint the nails of two residents.

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.

For many, their formative years have a large influence on who they become as adults. This can happen in many different ways including new experiences, discovering a new sport or hobby, and uncovering what they are passionate about. For me, this was falling in love with a new language from a very young age and becoming very interested in the culture that was associated with it.

Failure is truly negative if we choose to not learn from it. When we face setbacks and difficulties, we are given golden opportunities to grow as people. Learning from our shortcomings makes us wiser, stronger, and unveils a chance to turn an undesirable outcome into a building block of character. My hockey career has been a sinusoidal trail of highs and lows, but I always learned from the downturns.

All my life I have had the opportunity to travel and broaden my horizons. I have been blessed with the ability to accumulate to different cultures and environments. From being born in Italy, moving to Japan, and now currently residing in Louisiana, I have seen more than what most others can only dream. Those three very different places are just a few of the dozens areas of the world I have traveled to, yet out of all of destinations I have visited New York City most definitely tops the list. This city is a world of it's own in my eyes. There is no other place I can see myself continuing my journey in life. It is no secret that college is a major stepping stone in the life of a young adult. It carves the path to their future. Ever since I can remember my parents have pushed me towards gaining a good

A reoccurring circumstance in my life that I have been apart of for the last couple of years is competing on a cross-country team. For me, running is both exercise and a metaphor. Running day after day, piling up the races, bit-by-bit I raise the bar, and by clearing each level I elevate myself. At least that’s why I’ve put in the effort day after day: to raise my own level. Racing for me hasn’t always been this crystal clear. When I first started running there were the wind sprints, suicides, mile runs, max-out days, and the months of conditioning that made me wonder why as athletes we keep giving a 110 percent day in and day out.

For the first six years of my life, I was a content child who enjoyed the companionship of a younger brother and had little to no worries. Then one day in August, my family decided that it was time to move again. This time our destination was Keene Texas, a rather small city whose only notable feature was a modest Seventh Day Adventist University.

The time in my life that i had a challenged a belief or idea was in my sophomore year of high school i had a challenge to make 3 classes up and had to fix a lot of things because in my freshman year i played around and didn't do anything and failed most of my classes so my sophomore year i had to put in a lot of work to make up them class and to make everything better such as my GPA but in high school there was another challenge that i face was when it was summer and i had to find a vehicle to buy before school started and i had to buy one with my own money and that's what i did i worked all summer and didn't have anytime to hangout with friends i worked almost everyday of the summer to get this truck at first i got discouraged after i look

Imagine having the christmas spirit Then breaking a bone! I broke my arm two years ago two weeks from christmas.

In the process of making my elevator pitch there was a lot to think about and the writing process was very extensive. From the time I started writing till the point of filming I may have revised around 3-5 times, and re-recorded my speech around 7 times. During the writing process the areas of communication that I was trying to improve were a good face work, assertiveness, and being my professional self. While writing my pitch I was trying to provide a good fellowship face during the interaction so that it builds a competence face in future interactions, and in context with the field I would want to work in. Because most of my experience comes from what I did in high school and there is a limited time to talk I took a lot of time to sort out

When I woke up it was morning and the rain had slowed to a drizzle, the rest of my family was just waking up too.

Have you ever felt stuck in a place that you wanted to leave so badly? But your habits and broken foundation you come from make you feel comfortable… while your mind and conscience is telling you that that place is not where you are destined to prosper and live to your full potential. Well I have been feeling that way since I was taken away from my parents by the Department of Children and Families (DCF). I remember that night in our 2 bedroom apartment like it was a scary movie I’d never forget. That was the last night my sisters and I lived with my parents for almost three years. The rest of this essay will depict how I’ve endured many trials throughout my life and how now I am on a journey toward triumph.

I see everyday people getting sucked into their technology. People don't enjoy watching events anymore without recording it on their cell phone. We all do this at concerts, sporting events, basically anywhere at anytime. This summer I went to a couple of concerts and at each of them all I could see was hundreds of cellphones around me and in the crowd. This happens everywhere from the Steelers game to the Bethel Park high school game. It appears that all these people are having a great time (when they probably are), but in fact they are just recording a video on their phone. This isn't capturing the moment like you believe you are. I can't fully enjoy something if I don't have all my attention to it. If I was watching the Steelers game or

Signing the lease with four of my best friends, I was more than eager to move into our new apartment. I had lived as an only child for 18 years, and the idea of living with other people—let alone my best friends—was quite exciting. My enthusiasm quickly turned sour when I realized that one of my roommates was a borderline kleptomaniac.

My school years have consisted of being around friends, and doing new things. I’ve made lots of friends past the 5th grade. My first friend was my best one, though we don’t hang out as often anymore. These were the happy years of my school time. I made three to four friends. One time I had been knocked out with a soccer ball, I had to go to the nurse. Though these weren't always the happiest. My mom and ex step dad, JR, always fought. They fought about drugs, money, anything they could. After their fights, mom would come into my sisters and I’s room and sing to us, I will always keep the song to heart.