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.

In my dream I was playing at the state soccer championship, and we were versing Spencer. It felt good being able to play this game because no one ever believed we would make it this far. Back to the dream the game just started, and we were trailing behind 1-0. We were all nervous because we thought that it was going to be a 10-0 game like always. All of a sudden I could hear someone out in the fans saying “JUDITH”, and cheering me on. So this made me get pretty excited, and I begun to play so much better, as this happens I pass the ball to Julie, and she just happened to be a the top of the 18 all alone. She shot… AND SHE SCOOORED. The game was now tied. Now there was only 3 minutes of them game left and Julie has the ball at half. (I decided to let Amber go up as a midfielder, and I would stay back to take her spot as a defender so she could make her first and last goal of her HS career.) Now there was a minute left Julie passed it to Amber, and Amber was at a good spot where she could shoot with her left. She took the chance, and scored just that moment we were up by one, and we ended up winning.

After reading, I thought about the mental health continuum and how fear, the root of anxiety, was such a universal part of the human experience. While creating the piece I thought about how anxiety blurs out reality, trapping the individual in a swirl of fearfulness and intense worries. It is not considered pathological to be a “worry wart” or a “scardey-cat.” The problem is not the presence of fear, instead it is the overwhelming, debilitating, and persistence of those fears and worries.

The last day of nine grade went over it with many memories in any place that I have been in my old school. In the front of the office building had a small phoenix tree but that time, it was full-grown into a big man tree. A phoenix usually would be bloom in August and disabled when the school was over as in June or summer time.

I had finally turned sixteen, but I waited until about six month after my birthday to take my driving test and to get my driver’s license. Prom was coming up and I actually managed to get a date to prom so I decided that I needed to get my driver’s license to drive my date to prom. It seemed really bad and uncool at the time since I didn’t have one, so I wanted to impress her by getting my driver’s license, but I ended up driving my mom’s Ford Escape with mom’s stickers all over it. It didn’t end up working out. I managed to get lost on our way to prom after dinner, and I didn’t feel cool driving around in a car decked out in my mom’s stickers. After prom I begged my parents to get me my own vehicle so that I could drive to school and they

It was a day that I had been waiting for all season, why? Because it meant that the pain was going to be over and it was my final race to prove how good I really was to everyone and hopefully fulfill the goal my coach, school and fans set for me. That morning of October 28th I woke up really sick to my stomach. Nerves were taking over my body and I couldn't sit still. The ride to the course I remember putting my headphones in and zoning everything out and never truly coming out of it till after the race was over. I remember my mom hugging me and telling me how proud of me she was and that no matter how bad my shins hurt to keep running. My coach grabbed me before I went to the starting line and surprisingly said how proud he was of me too, but that it wasn't over so that could change. It was so cold outside and I remember being able to see my breath and worrying that it was going to really effect my performance. I could also see the

Experiencing something for the first time can give lead to different emotions depending on what the encounter is. One can feel really happy if the scenario turns out the way they want it to. For example, when I was six years old, I remember telling my parents about how I wanted a dog. Everyday I would show them a picture of a dog on the internet, and ask if I could have one. My parents never really gave me a complete answer when I asked. They would usually respond with, “ I am not sure”, or “let me think about it”. However, one day when I came home from school, my parents told me to close my eyes. Once I closed my eyes, they lead me to the backyard. I could hear a high pitched bark coming from a distance. My heart started to pound, and it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. As I open my eyes, I first see the bright sunlight coming in, which was blocking most of my vision. Once my eyes finally became adjusted, I see a little puppy right in front of

Did you know that the idea of New Year’s Resolutions came from the ancient Babylonians, around 4000 years ago. They actually celebrated it around May, when crops were planted, they made offerings to the gods, promising to pay off debts and things such as. This was also a way to show loyalty to the king and the gods. Today this tradition, although changed, still continues. With over 78 percent of Americans celebrating it, a lot of resolutions are made. Some of my own include training Spanky, fixing my truck, and getting my driver's license.

What makes me feel most successful? Setting a goal, working towards it, and seeing what I have hoped for become a part of my reality. Most people apply this thinking to things that considered universally important, like getting their dream job or investing and growing their money. I agree that these are important in life but I like to balance the practical things in life with the things that excite me. For me, nothing is more exciting that going fast which is why one of my most significant accomplishments in life to date was buying my Mustang GT.

There was no one and nothing in sight. The plethora of joyful ducks that were here before were nowhere to be found. There weren’t even any people walking the trail like before. The trees that were once so distinguishable in daylight were now shaded in black and were only recognizable by the shape and size from a far. It seems as if when darkness falls on Higginbotham’s Walking Trail, wildlife seems to scatter and the area becomes desolate.

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.

So it all starts on a typical Friday morning while waiting in line to get food from the school cafeteria. During the process of picking up my tray, I had a sudden rush of anxiety from the fact that I had not studied my spelling words the night before. With this epiphany, I started coming up with possible solutions. While brainstorming, I received my food and sat down with my friends. The first idea to come to my mind was to study for my test while eating, but I soon realized neither my friends or myself had the words. My second idea was to go to class grab my words then ask my teacher if I could go to the restroom, but Ms. Elrod already had already taken us to the bathroom before breakfast. My third idea was to fake either an injury or illness, but I hated going

I vividly remember trying to sleep when the air was heavy and musty, so much so that I was felt like there was a natural order preventing me from breathing enough air to sustain my body for another seven hours. I laid in bed, quietly terrified – wondering if this is the life that I am destined to follow, living in unfinished basements where it floods when it rains too much and bugs crawl along the walls and dressers. It would not be the worst fate but it would not be preferable by any means. Finally, willing myself to step out of bed (again), I grab my half-finished green tea and watch a documentary in the “upstairs” portion (separated by three steps) to forget my worries until the next night. Close to drinking the honey and tea mixture, I see an abnormal shape at the bottom of my mug – a house centipede that was enticed by the sweet honey but unfortunately was unable to escape its viscous grasp and drowned in my lukewarm tea. I didn’t scream, I didn’t cry; all I was capable of thinking

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

Over the summer I went camping, and one of the activities I pursued was rafting. I am a very competitive person, so I challenged my cousins to a friendly competition. We divided ourselves into two teams of seven each to see which team would be the first to reach our destination on the river. My group chose me to serve as the guide, which meant I was in charge of three important jobs. As the guide I had to keep my raft from hitting large rocks, direct the right side and the left side paddlers on how to maneuver each stroke, and ensure my group’s safety.