Personal Narrative Analysis

When I was in fifth grade, I was caught between two worlds, playing a woodwind or string instrument. If I played a woodwind instrument I would have to blow in it to make music, but string instruments are played with a bow to make music. After much thought, I decided that the violin was the best instrument for me, because it has a beautiful, unique sound, plus the possibilities are never-ending. I could receive a compliment from a teacher, or even get accepted to the symphony.

I felt like I worked so hard to make district, yet I still wasn’t able to. But, I knew with more effort and practice, I would make it. I was right, after getting a brand new flute, and working diligently, I was able to go from not making district, to scoring 95.5 points and sitting third chair for the flutes in my district. The moment I found out I made it, and what chair I was, was a moment I’ll never forget. That moment, was when I knew this was something I want to do for the rest of my life. I knew that I wanted to be a world renowned flute player and to play with some of the greatest musicians alive. I knew in that moment, that I wanted to be the orchestra playing in my favorite movie or video game. I knew I wanted to satisfy all the dreams I had as a kid. Without music or my instrument, I wouldn’t know my purpose in life, nor would I have a story to tel. Without music, I wouldn’t have a legacy, or a beautiful representation of who I

The pixies leader looked at the quartz and garnets with interest. He flew closer and picked up a medium size quartz crystal and bit into to to check whether is was real or not. Once he was satisfied he agreed.

Robert and his father had enjoyed hiking and camping out together ever since robert was old enough to walk. Their favorite hiking trail was the Appalachian trail which stretches from Maine to Georgia. They had never walked that far of course but enjoyed the section of the trail that passed through their part of Pennsylvania.

What I am going to talk about is what one of my main personal narratives are. I feel that one of my main personal narratives would be adaptability. I feel that I am very adaptable as for everything I’ve been through. Throughout my life I have had to adapt to a lot of things.

Throughout my life, I have been exceedingly fortunate to have countless opportunities available to me. However, some of the numerous opportunities given to me, I have been unable to participate in due to the expense. I grew up in a middle class family, consisting of my father, mother, brother, and me, in which we lived paycheck to paycheck. The was barely any room for extra costs, such as tumbling and amusement parks. My father did not go to college, but graduated high school and received his General Education Diploma; my mother graduated from San Diego State University with her bachelor's degree in child development. Both work at mediocre jobs, not paying the best.

Throughout my life, music played a major role in my self-expression, and to this day I never second-guessed my conviction to become a professional musician. However, the feeling of regret sank in near

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.

Initially, one could apply life experience, such as one becoming lost from their parent in a grocery store, or lost in the woods. Such a scenario is not foreign to many, for if one doesn’t experience it for themselves, they hear of it on the news, from family or friends of a child becoming lost. One such example would be mine. Our family are avid hunters, and when I was young my siblings and I pushed deer from a distance towards my parents so that they could dispatch the animal, providing meat for our family. As I walked through the woods I was separated from the others. Everything was quiet, and as I tentatively took each step forward in the direction instructed, began to feel quite lost. I called out for them and I called out to my parents,

I went outside to feed my ducks, dogs and birds. When I was done I went to the front with my sister and brother to play. While we were playing my dogs came outside and started running away but they would come back. We saw my dogs coming back so we went and locked them in there cages.I saw my dad at the back cutting the grass so I went with him. I helped him cut grass and clean our backyard because we were gonna celebrate my 4th birthday party. But then something bad happened to my leg. My dad stopped cutting the grass and then we started talking so I put my leg on top of a lawn mower while it was hot. I screamed and cried because I burned my knee so I went inside to wash my leg so I can

My back locked as I stretched it to it’s furthest point, but I aligned my shoulders flat to appear a precious few inches taller. The eyes in my head darted left and right and fluttered around the field keeping everything in check as I nervously shoved air through the behemoth of a horn in my hands that only seemed to grow larger as time passed. Gliding across field as if I were on ice was the least of my worry, as at this point in the season I began to focus on other details; the direction my shoulders faced, what angle my horn was tilted to, and even how dynamic I played. Seven and a half minutes must have seemed longer than an eternity during the show, but when I look back to it, the best shows are the ones I don’t remember.

On my first year of the second semester in Valencia College at building five in the middle of a Monday night during the cold winter. As I was waiting for my ride sitting there at my usual spot nearby the door nothing, but silence in this building where the bookstore and cafeteria was closed after I was done with my night classes. No one was around nothing, but silence only my music blasting out loud through my headphones. Suddenly a girl is walking towards to the building that I am in. As she got in the building she was wearing a black leather jacket, red cloth beanie, red scarf around her neck tied up like a knot and warm boots. She was on the phone which I did not try to make a conversation with her because that would be rude. Even though

Every teenager dreams of the day when they are able to drive– I am no different. I turn on the radio to hear my favorite pop music and put my car on reverse, only my car does not drive me to other places.

Back when I lived in Israel, my family took annual vacations to a place called Eilat with my grandparents. My younger brother wasn’t born yet, and I was only about seven years old. There, we went to the beach where many dolphins lived. I remember being extremely jealous of my older sister and my dad, who got to go diving with them. They came back with amazing stories and pictures and I was way too young to join the wonderful experience. I made my parents promise that when I turn twelve, the age that was allowed to dive, they would take me and I would finally swim with dolphins.

Have you ever felt that feeling, that surge of pain that zips through your pinky toe after stubbing it against a piece of furniture. That agonizing sensation that makes you cry and laugh at the same time, is what outrages me the most. It happens at the most random times too, you’ll be walking to the kitchen and all of a sudden every bone in your body implodes. There are times where I just lie there for twenty minutes thinking about how stupid I was to let this happen. As humans, we think we are so aware of our surroundings until that moment; at that moment we lose all sense of control. I ask myself every time, “How did you let it happen again!?” and “Why is that chair there!?”. There’s absolutely nothing you can do about it because it sneaks