Personal Narrative Analysis

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.

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

Picture this. The first rays of sunlight pierce the sky; smears of red and orange chasing away the darkness as its queen retreats behind the horizon. Dew shimmers across the fields of grass and clings to the branches of the trees. An elk’s call fills the early morning silence, answered by the bay of wolves. Their hunt is short; within moments the wolves have killed the weakest out of the herd of elk. They proceed to fill their bellies and chew the marrow from the bones before heading back to their den. Elsewhere, a similar scene starts the day. Only this elk’s call is met with the loud report of a rifle; the echo bounces off the crags of the Rockies. Having successfully made a kill, the hunter and his guide move in to snap pictures

Through the rattling trees, my bloody eyes exploded, my body trembled and my lips grew dry. I felt a sudden numbness through my rushing blood and a murmur in the center of my body that made me collapse down to my knees. I hesitantly turned my head to the sight of the monstrous golden beast that was about ready to destroy and gush my intestines.It was at this moment that I realized the value of life and the aesthetic feeling I grew in my heart after this event. My mind rushed with chaos as I tried to figure out how to escape the attack of a defensive grizzly bear that stood by my side. My mind went into a temporary shock, a blank state, I thought of nothing but the dangerous predator. Her mouth bubbling, claws expanded and teeth shining in hunger, the feral beast gave me a second chance in life. My perspective on life and everything that I valued changed within a split second. I cherished every grain of sand found on the floor to every mountain that scraped the horizons of the clouds. The Sequoia National Park not only impacted me as a person but as a writer as

From the moment I could, I read. Of course, during kindergarten I started by only understanding Spanish, so reading took a little longer for me to comprehend. But over time, I did learn to speak and read through the English language and for a long time, reading was my escape. Being able to invite myself into the author’s world of emotions, thoughts, and ideas was the ideal situation. From wanting to leave my world and delve into another, I became passionate about, nay, obsessed with reading.

event. The fact of the matter was, the men that knew about the site had been killed earlier on by the Mexicans. No one knew about it until, than one US Army Colonel Clayton arrived and asked them why they didn’t use any of the gear in the bunker. Of course, the Marines response to that question was, ‘What bunker?’

As I sit in the chair of my high school classroom I often feel remorseful of some decision I made as a young girl. these decision would affect me later on in life, and lessons would be learned from my mistakes.

I was born in the city of Tucson, Arizona on a warm but cloudy afternoon. My family and I lived in various houses located in Phoenix, Tucson, and Mesa for approximately three years. My mother and father came to the conclusion that Minnesota would be our new home; seeing as my father lived here a majority of his childhood and adolescent years. When my family first arrived in Minnesota, my aunt allowed us to stay in her townhome until we found a home of our own. Five months before my fourth birthday we moved into an apartment located next to the Cathedral in St. Paul. I began preschool the following months, although my birthday is in the summer. I attended school in Minneapolis until halfway through first-grade, due to my parents separating by

In my last video, I noticed that I still had zero confidence in myself, like in the last paragraph, I thought I was going to be horrible and I was correct. What went well was that when I sang the second time, my hand signs were not all over the place, I was actually able to match them to the note I was singing. What did not go so well was when I sang the first time, I got mixed up and started to sing some of my partners part and some of my part. For vocal technique, I did not stay on beat, I went too fast and ended up finishing early. For this singing check, I was nervous because I was singing with someone else who was singing something completely different than me.

*"Do a Fet writing on the different feelings you have related to male and female dominants. How do they differ from each other? How do your feelings differ when responding to each?"*

White-water rafting here we come, yes, the whole family and I are vacationing in Colorado and the kids are pumped they’re now old enough to join in on their first trip down the thrilling San Miguel River (we have twin boys and they just turned 10-years old and that the minimum age requirement for this beginner, but challenging trip and they’re committed to pulling their weight by participating in the demanding paddling that is required), of course it gives us peace of mind to know we’ll have a professional guide assisting us as we maneuver our way through the wild rapids for about 3-hours worth of a long lasting memory.

Many times, an argument is based on misunderstandings and communication lost in translation due to cultural differences. Living in Southern California, one of the most diverse areas in the U.S., most Elementary schools are constructed in ethnically diverse environments. I can recall my third-grade class consisted of most major ethnic majorities from around the world. The opportunity to experience many different cultural holidays and specifically valued practices allowed me to build relationships I have now, I can appreciate as an adult, outside of my own culture.

I was about to enter high school when I bought my first DSRL Camera. I gathered the gifts from past holidays and birthdays until I had enough to buy the camera of my dreams. When taking it out of the packaging, I did not know at that time that this piece of technology would instill such vast amounts of knowledge and wisdom into my life. I had no way of knowing that my favorite activity would become somewhat of a representation of my life.

At orientation I remembered my orientation leader saying “you will never get bored here” as I was sitting in my living room watching Netflix and eating cereal for the second weekend in a row I felt that statement was completely untrue. I was bored and felt there was nothing that I could do. As I continued to think back on that day and mumbles of sarcasm floated through the air. That was when I realized she said “You will never be bored if you find something to do and just don’t sit there” So I had the bright idea to find something to do instead of just sitting there moping in my boredom.