Personal Narrative Analysis

I had my cousins and aunts and uncles. I also had my grandparents from my dad’s side. So it was as if a part of home was coming with me. It was August so my cousins didn’t have to enter school until the 3rd of september, we had our fun but summer had to come to an end and they had to go to school. Of course my mom being the forgetful woman she is, forgot my transfer papers so I didn’t enter school until a week later. I remember my first day of school was awkward, I didn’t know anybody besides my cousin. Which I’m thankful for because she’s the one who made this situation a lot easier. She introduced me to some of her friends and that very same day I met many great friends. Some of which I still talk to, to this

We were arriving at my new home when I realized it was right next to Eastside Elementary, my old school. I got out of the car when I saw one of my old friends across the street, waving at me. I smiled. She got invited over to the moving party, and we played outside making mud pies and riding in Wilsons miniature

I moved. It was hard to leave all my friends and meet new ones. I was nervous and scared. All I could think about is not having friends and just being depressed. I moved in with my grandma and I had my own room and I liked living there but the real problem was going to school. I woke up I was nervous like I didn't feel good I got ready and we headed out the door my dad went in with me and told the people who I was and one of the students brought me to mr. collen I walked in and everyone looked at me I mr. collen gave me an assigned seat next to my best friend well at that time we weren't friends but we knew each other from our parents. But since she was in my class we became friends and fourth grade was when I got my first best

When I moved into greenbrier from Mulberry in the 2nd grade we did not know anybody there. That changed when we got there there was a kid on the sidewalk sitting there waiting so I go talk to him for the first time. His name was Christopher “Cash” Hayes. From me talking to him we started the best friendship I have ever had. About 3 years after we become friends he has to move to a different city and only see him on a RARE basis. That friendship taught me something that school cannot. Some of your best friendships will not last forever.

I got a job with a local fast food restaurant and ended up working in the morning and school in the afternoon. Here I was working my tail off to get through school and a friend I met from Amboy, IL got a free ride. Apparently, he was intoxicated behind the wheel of his car and wrapped around a tree. He was lucky to be alive. The rehabilitation center paid not only for his school tuition they paid for him to get his private pilot license to fly airplanes. We became best friend even though I was resentful since I was working my butt off to get through school. We ended up being roommates when my friend from NY dropped out of school to go back home. He ended up getting home sick. I went up to my roommates hometown to meet his family on a school

In 2011, I walked through the big red doors of Metamora Township High School at a whopping 92 pounds. I was five foot as a freshman, causing me to be very nervous for the first day of the next four years of my life. High school had its ups and downs, but overall was a very fun experience. What I remember most from high school is the wrestling season, student sections from different sports, participating in football, and making new friends along the way. High school was a very good experience for me to realize my goals in life and left me with great memories.

Just like *meow*... and then * pew, pew*... she's gone. Just like *snap* that. Gone in an instant. She lived a long, great 43 years. But who am I? I'm her daughter. We were very close, and we shared many memories from the time i was born up until now. For example, the time I was 7, i'm 15 now, and i was learning to be polite and ask humans for food by looking cute. On the first day my mom taught me, she went first and sge did it with ease. Then it was my turn. I went up to a child and looked as cute as i could. Just as the child was about to pet me, this bigger human, I guess it was his mother, came over and kicked me. Me and my mom ran away together back home and told me, '' See, Amilyee, I told you not to go to that human, but you went anyway and look what happened!" she laughed. Then, she took me to get a cone of ice cream from The Cat's Pawlor to make me feel better. SHe ordered my favorite ice cream flavor, Mother's Milk. and all was right again.

It was a frigid March evening in the mountains of Colorado when I began to see life in a new way. While on a youth ski trip hiding from an armed man outside the cabin, I came to a point in my life that changed my way of living. This experience brought me to the realization that I will not always be guaranteed tomorrow so live each day I have to the fullest. I never thought a trip to the mountains of Colorado would help me see life from a new perspective; however, I thought wrong.

When I was eight I believed in two things God and myself. Furthermore from a very young age I was never dependent on my family for much inspiration because of our circumstances. My family of six lived paycheck to paycheck when my single mom was diagnosed with lupus, my older sister had a kid at age 16, my oldest brother dropped out, and my older brother struggled with autism. Thus my oldest sister who was in college was the only glimmer of hope in the sea of adversities that seemed to drown my family. I was observant and shy for the most part so although everyone tried to shield me from the state of our condition I witnessed their struggles. However, the moment that would motivate me for the rest of my life to never go down the path of my family

To start, the degree to which different people are able to learn, process, and be able to understand health information and or some services in order to make the correct healthy decisions is health literacy. There are some people who are very health literate, these people tend to lie a longer, healthier, happier life than other people, these people usually eat better and exercise more than other people. Then there are some people who have low health literacy skills which cause them to have a unhealthy life and a shorter lifespan as well as being prone to chronic diseases, these people usually eat unhealthy, exercise very little, smoke, and sometime drink alcohol.

I attended Taylor Elementary from Kindergarten to the fourth grade, and John F. Kennedy from fifth to sixth grade. Throughout those years I had three best friends; Lilliana Longoria, Tareva Ligas, and Priscilla Reyes. The four of us were inseparable and my childhood wouldn't have been so wonderful without their friendship. After the sixth grade my father and my brother received a wonderful job offer in Colorado. So we packed up our stuff and moved to Rangely, Colorado, a colorful quite town surrounded by the Rocky Mountains and near the Utah border. In Rangely, Colorado I experienced life in the real outdoors from swimming in lakes, sledding in the snow, riding ATV’s through the Rocky Mountains. Life was beautiful. In Rangely I attended Rangely Middle school and that was were I met my 7th grade best friend Kelsey who had a crush on the same boy as me, the gorgeous and popular Game. After Rangely we moved to Edinburg, Illinois and there I attended the Edinburg Community Unit School, a school so small that it had every school grade in one building. In Illinois the weather was beautiful, were we lived at we were not only living next door to my brother, his wife, and kids but we were surrounded by nature itself. For me 8th grade was a blast. Everyone in my class of 30

The loud sound of the fire from grill exploding sounded as loud as a music concert. I tried to run but my legs were frozen. Instead, I turned my back and shut my eyes as tight as possible. Fear materialized before me. This was my first real experience of fear. I've always seen fear in movies and TV shows but never actually felt it. It felt like a mysteries hand crushing your heart. You soon break out into a sweat. Your body turns solid and freezes in pure terror. The more you think about it, the more scared you get. It is a feeling of pure discontentment. I kept closing my eyes hoping that it was a nightmare and open my eyes and it would not be true. It was unbelievable, a shocking nightmare. What did I do wrong? What went wrong? What if I had been physically hurt? I kept asking myself a million questions in a matter of seconds. This was unreal.

I repeat these words in my head: “You can do it, you got this.” However, in reality, I know that fear will take over and stop me from doing what I am capable of. You can ask my past six coaches how frustrating I can be when I just stand there frozen out of fear. I always tell myself that I can do it, but the second I start to do a back tuck, I forget everything. My mind suddenly goes blank and whatever my coaches have told me go out the other ear. They shout, “Reach up, lean backwards, look for your knees, stay tight in a tuck position, and look for the floor!” In that moment, I jump up confidently to do a back tuck, but my fear comes knocking and gives me a thought about how I could end up falling and hurting myself. The convincing presentation makes me freak out and stop in the middle of the air. My coach described it as a slingshot hitting my shoulder and snatching me down.

During my first class I made a lot of new friends. My first friend’s name was Emily. She and I connected because we both loveeee reading. Then the next girl I met was named Olivia. She’s not really my friend anymore but we became friends because our parents became friends from karate.

The end of seventh grade year is something I’ll never forget. The February of my seventh grade year, (2013) my mom told my sister and I that we were moving back to Illinois. I thought that it was going to be a good thing and a bad thing, because I had grown up there, but I could get a fresh start here. I was bullied really badly and I didn’t really have any friends at either school I had gone to while we lived in Arizona, so I was kind of ready to just get out of that area. We found out in February, and my dad drove my sister and I back on May 28th 2013, two days after school ended. I was unsure leading up to it, because I’d never moved anywhere or anything, so I didn’t understand how it worked really, or how weird or different it would be. We started packing about half way through March, putting the things that we wouldn’t need for a while in boxes and bubble wrapping breakables. It was kind of fun and cool, but at the same time it was weird to think that I would be leaving my childhood home, I had been born in the next town and had grown up in Sanders. I mean, we’d been back here to see my grandma and my mom’s family because they all live close to this area, but I never thought that we’d live back here. I started telling people as soon as I knew, because some of the kids that went to my youth group actually talked to me sometimes, and the leader liked me, so I told them so that they would know once the time came. I told some of my teachers as it got closer as well,