Personal Narrative Analysis

I have two sisters and a brother that I live with, with my mom and step-dad. Then I have two brothers and a sister on my dad’s side. I don’t see my dad much. Haven’t for a while. The first couple years of my life I was pretty much raised by my great grandparents and grandparents. After my mom had me she had to catch up on school and provide for me. She went to school and night school, and when she wasn’t going to school she was working to provide for me, pay for her car, and other stuff. I got very attached to my great grandparents. My great grandmother had Breast Cancer, she beat it. Shortly after beating it, she died, don’t remember from what and don’t like talking about it. My family is everything to me. Yes we might fight but I will always love them and stick by them no matter the consequence. I love my family to death and will never let anybody get between

Throughout the past year I went through a great deal of undertakings that caused me to become more experienced with my skills and how to overcome various challenges. These really built up my character and the way I am today. In all aspects, this past year consisted of going to Killington, Vermont, my brother going into the Air Force, meeting him in Texas for his graduation of basic training, completing a double backflip on a trampoline, landing a front flip on flat ground, accomplishment of a 2 ½ front flip on a diving board, getting 2nd at leagues, and competing in districts. All of these activities have advanced me in a skill or challenged me to an extent.

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.

For many, their formative years have a large influence on who they become as adults. This can happen in many different ways including new experiences, discovering a new sport or hobby, and uncovering what they are passionate about. For me, this was falling in love with a new language from a very young age and becoming very interested in the culture that was associated with it.

At the end of my Junior year, I watched all of my older friends work on scholarships and prepare for graduation. Everyone seemed to know what they wanted to go to school for, and what they wanted to do after they graduated. While watching them, I began to reflect on the past school year, thinking back to the first week of school sitting in the locker room talking to to my friends about how we are ready to be seniors and figure out what we want to do with our lives. But, listening to all the seniors talking about their majors and schools, I began to feel nauseous. I had no clue what I wanted to do after high school. Was I supposed to have that figured out already? I then began to have questions thrown at me left and right throughout the summer.

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.

I believe that opportunities that are not taken only open up more opportunities in the future.

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

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.

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.

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 often think about what I would do if I never began to pursue my art. Would I be as creative? I began making art my main focus during my sophomore year of high school. Before that, I believed I was going to go into the science field. Not only did it become my main focus, but it was my escape from the struggles in my life, and my coping mechanism to handle my depression and anxiety, as cliche as it seems.

I had never thought you would forget about me. But, still, when I saw your email crop up, I was like getting electrified. So, no need to apologize. Knowing that I did make the cut for your potential new project is worth all the time, which was zipping by anyway.

Do you know what you want to do when you’re older? It can be hard deciding because everyone pressures you to do the best, but remember that no job is ever permanent. Im still young, but I think that at my age, I should already have ideas of what I want to do/become. The things that I do on a daily basis should somewhat lead me to the thing I want to most. Years ago, I used to say that I want to become a teacher, but now I think I know what I want to do and I hope that I’m successful enough to fulfill this dream; I want to travel the world. Even though I haven't been to many places, my goal is to go almost everywhere once I'm educated enough, and when I have enough money. Travelling somewhere new and learning about the different places excites me!

"Oh God I'm so sorry for all I've done. When the time grandma forced me to church and everyone was praying but I was doing mini hip thrusts in the air while listening to Block B's Her. When I stuck gum under the beloved Virgin Mary's foot and lied that it wasn't me when someone noticed it. When I found $20 on the floor on our house and spent it on food but realized it was money for my mom to buy some gas. Then to make it worse she got stuck at a gas station for an hour because she had no money and I never told her that I used it for food. I'll be kind and sweet to everyone. I won't disrespect you anymore. So please don't let me be chosen. Don't let him be stupid,"