Personal Narrative Analysis

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

It's been a week since my summer of 2015, time has come and gone by slow, seems to be hour by hour and minute to minute, I've started scarlet's letter and a novel about naval warfare by Author James H. Cobb. I started a diet to thin up for Hawaii and intensified my daily exercise routine, more lifting and strength building. On Tuesday I managed to get my desktop back from my little sister, for her birthday she got a laptop as a gift, so I saw an opportunity to use another person's gain to aid in a gain of my own. The five or so old desktop that was originally mine is now back on my desk, However my sister being so young has utterly mutilated the computer, The job of restoring the computer hasn't started due to my personal procrastination.

High school, I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember going to football practice and rushing home to finish my homework. I remember hanging out with my friends and joking around with each other during lunch time, and I remember stressing out over the test I didn’t study for. My junior year of high school however, is when things started to change for me. I became interested in furthering my education and began preparing myself for college. One morning, I went to school and met with the college counselor, to find out how to apply to colleges. She took out a sheet of paper and made a checklist for me. On that list, were the letters SAT, or ACT test scores. I asked her about it, and to my surprise, these were my “golden tickets” as she put

One of the most physically painful days in my entire life was March 10th, 2015. That morning I woke up with my side aching. As the day progressed it continued to get worse. The more I worried the worse the pain got. After many hours waiting at the Emergency room, the doctors came to the conclusion, I had appendicitis.

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,

On June 20, 2015, I got up out of bed feeling refreshed and new because it was practice for graduation day. Walking to the bathroom, I took a warm shower and brushed my teeth with mint toothpaste. I got dressed in a rush throwing on some jeans with a black shirt. Heading to the living room, I stopped and asked my stepfather if he could drive me to school because it was his day off. “ Sure,” my stepfather said, sitting on the gray couch watching television. As we went to the car, he shut the front door locking the top and bottom. I got in the passenger seat of his white pickup truck. While he drove me to school time, I can feel the vibration through the seat from the engine. When I got to the drop off zone in front of the school, I notice class

I was snapped out of my trance by the return of the chairwoman’s voice. “Thank you all for your ideas.” Her eyesight shifted towards me. “Ms. Cohen, do you have anything else to add?”

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 was born and raised in Vietnam at the years 1987, and my generation is a generation Y which is between 1981 and 2000. The generation Y is the most challenger generation because it is the generation right after the war end. Since I was born, I have been taught to be responsible with the family, archive the highest education, and completion with the other. Those make me feel that I can control the world and me feel that I am the best because my family lay a lot of hope and expectation on me.

I thought this was going to be the best decision of my life, but the first week of my five-month journey told me otherwise. It began with a 12-hour drive to Ames, Iowa, and while most of you may not even know where Iowa is I’ll put it in perspective: from Texas, you have to take I-35N through Oklahoma, Kansas, and Missouri to finally reach the state of Iowa. During this drive, my parents constantly asked me if this was really the right decision and all listed the financial consequences that came with going to an out of state university. To make matters worse, I left my Kindle at the hotel that we stayed at in Kansas and had forgotten to pack my pillows along with a few other essential items which didn’t help my case about being responsible in front of my parents.

It took two weeks to make a decision. I would give one up. Keep the other. At first it seemed easy, just don't get attached. The last week has proven this difficult, because no matter how hard I tried, the thought of my life now consisted of two babies. I tried hard to keep them out of my head, I know I'd never go through with it if I didn't. Of course I always wanted kids, and any other situation this would be my dream, but the fear of hurting them overpowered that and instead of bonding I spent 6 months obsessively trying to forget there were two. I went to my appointments, knew they were both healthy, I knew they were both girls and now I knew, days from giving birth that giving her up was going to be the hardest thing I could think of,

Since I was 7, I knew that the United-States was where I wanted to be—where I truly belonged. I watched those movies and TV shows and they created this taste for adventure within me. I was watching pictures of New York City and I told myself: “One day I’ll be there.”

I ate at the small cafe in our natural foods store for lunch today. When I arrived, it was mostly women with their children eating lunch, which was interesting in itself. Most of the men I saw were just buying groceries, though there were a couple with their families. There was one elderly man eating with his daughter and grandson, and they were all talking with another woman. After he finished eating his sandwich he used a toothpick to clean his teeth. I realized that I have seen my grandfather do this, but I don’t think I have seen a woman ever doing it. If women have something in their teeth they are most likely to go to the bathroom and floss or swish with water. This man had clearly brought toothpicks with him, and I assume it is routine

Previous to there was me; there was my Mother and my Father. My mother is originally from Michigan but moved to Florida when she was really young. My father is from Scotland and lived in Scotland until he was sixteen, when my father was sixteen he moved to Florida with his parents. Both my mother and my father grew up very religiously. My mother always went to a private catholic school; my mother grew up very different from my father. Both my mother and my father have siblings, my mother has four siblings, two brothers which she doesn’t really talk to and one sister, my aunt passed away from brain cancer when I was very adolescent but I still miss her. Alternatively my father has two siblings, a brother and a sister, my uncle still lives in Scotland (he never moved to the states) and my aunt which lives in the states.