Personal Narrative Analysis

My mom helps me with everything. School, pays for my cell phone and car because I go to school. She sets up my doctors’ appointments. She tells me what I do and don’t need. She helps me define myself as a women so I can have kids one day, be a great mother like she is, raise a family, have a nice home, get a job. She helps me with all of these things along with two others, my older brother and my younger sister. My older brother had a full ride to go play football at a college and instead of taking the ACT he went and partied it up the night before and lost his chance of playing. He just had a baby and was living with my parents not too long ago and he’s 22. My mom does her very best everyday to help us all out. She doesn’t have to worry very hard with my sister. She’s a sophomore in college and has never made a B in her life. She’s already getting letters from big schools to go there. My mom is very proud of her as I am too. I’ve put my mom through so much along with my brother. For example, it’s my third semester in college and I’m at my third school. I just wasn’t built with my sister’s brains. I’m here, in college, for my mom. She always says, “Please go do big things. Don’t quit like your father and I did when it came to

First, a little background on my family. I have two older brothers, the first born is 16 years older than me and the other is 14 years older. I also have a big sister who is 13 years older than me. Then came me. My mother had had a few pregnancies between us which caused the gap. When I was born, all my siblings were well into their teens. I was spoiled, treated like royalty even. My life was

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.

Unfortunately, neither of them were able to finish their schooling due to having to support themselves after moving out. My sisters were miserable. Their husbands were not exactly, at the time, prepared. Everything was handed down to my sisters and I don’t know what struck such bad luck towards both of them! The taste of freedom had gotten best of them. To this day, my father is still suffering the burden of his two older daughters. I would constantly see my father cradling each of my sister every time they sought solace in our home away from their husbands. My heart aches each time I’d listen to the cries of my

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.

I am forty four years old with three children and a wonderful husband. I grew up in Oklahoma and later moved to Kansas, and then Arizona where I finished my degree is Political Science at Arizona State University. My career goals were to attend law school after undergrad, so that I could be an advocate for children that were suffering serious injustices back then, and sadly they still seem to be suffering those injustices today.

Failure is truly negative if we choose to not learn from it. When we face setbacks and difficulties, we are given golden opportunities to grow as people. Learning from our shortcomings makes us wiser, stronger, and unveils a chance to turn an undesirable outcome into a building block of character. My hockey career has been a sinusoidal trail of highs and lows, but I always learned from the downturns.

She works every week except Sundays to have time for us and go out shopping, eating, or to a park. She works in cleaning houses by doing the dishes, laundry, sweep, mop, fold or hang clothes, feed pets, arrange the dishes, and she continues in the afternoon in a restaurant being both the waitress and the cook alone. Her boss is strict in attendance policy and she has worked for her for more than 20 years and she still doesn’t go easy on her. Her health and her hard work troubles me every day so when she arrives home I try to help around the house as much as possible. My mother somehow keeps her schedule all together. My father is also a hard worker as an electrician in a Samsung building walking from building to building and working sometimes over time. My older sister in now in California with her husband and her daughter as a family whom I miss. The little one of the family is the troublemaker and she doesn’t understand our language since she never pays attention to our scolding. I come from a Latin family where we speak Spanish at home and English in school. I’m not ashamed of my family for what they do as long as they are happy. My family isn’t rich and if I had to pay for financial assistance then I’d be in real

Growing up, my parents and I always took the time to read stories together. Before bed, before school, while playing with dolls in the bathtub. Fiction and nonfiction stories alike taught me about both the physical, literal world around me, and the world I could create in my own mind when I needed to find comfort. It was through the works of fiction, however, that I learned despite the hardships of life, I could disappear into a world I could mold however I pleased.

If you've ever moved you may have felt the way I have. Now this whole moving "thing" didn't seem to bad to me in the beginning, probably due to the fact that I was only 8 years old. Though I didn't exactly know that we were moving out of the county and away from my friends, that was the surprise to me. That reason specifically hit me the hardest. Either way it could have gone worse, but it went pretty well after awhile of settling in, fixing ,and changing my life style.

From the very beginning of the school year, all the teachers have been acknowledging all the things that will prepare us for high school, and I have been thinking nothing about it. I kept telling myself that high school is still so far away. All of a sudden, it has hit me that i’m graduating and moving on to high school. In my short time in District 57, I have learned a vast amount of things from complex equations in math, to managing homework.

Me just like any other human being make mistakes we’re not perfect, but we’re all special in our own ways. Something I feel makes me special is that at a very young age i started playing sports. I now consider myself an athlete. That makes me feel special because not everyone is capable of having to do school work and play sports during school. Sports have also showed me discipline. Another thing that it showed me was how to take leadership and help others.

I remember it was back on my first day of freshman year. At the time I was very young, immature and perhaps a bit cocky in what I expected from myself in high school. I was very shy being homeschooled up to that point, and I really was quite unprepared for this and even though I knew it deep down, I was determine to not let it show. I was going to be the greatest student that Skyview Academy had ever seen. I remember opening the door of locker number 755. It was my first time using such a locker that wasn’t installed in the changing room of some rec center and it was actually quite exciting to have one of my own to use for whatever I wanted. Being in such a building at that point was daunting on its own. Since I had been homeschooled my whole

I still remember how nervous I was the first day I started English classes in the United States. When I came in the school I was concern about my understanding English language. Since I do not know the language I couldn’t ask the questions, let alone answer questions that anyone could ever ask me. Because I wasn’t understand anything, I’m didn’t realize what was happen around me. Of course, I was nervous also, because it were many people around me. Usually it’s hard to meet new people. But there were still people from other countries and cultures. So, it’s not just hard to meet with them it was a big challenge for me. Furthermore, I was afraid that teachers are very picky at the school. It bothers me, because I wasn’t sure if I can be a success.

My parents were born during the Great Depression and by the time I was born they lived an upper middle class neighborhood in the 1960s. I was the last child of five in my family and separated by many years from my other siblings, so at times I felt like an only child. My mother while well meaning, I would come to discover later in my life that she suffered from bio polar disorder with anxiety. This made my formative years difficult and my sisters often acted as my parent, when my mom couldn't and became role models for me. My father did work a lot during my early years, however, he always made a priority when he was home. When I was ten years old, my mother decided that they would divorce. During this time period and in my neighborhood this was unheard of and many of my childhood friends were no longer allowed to associate with me. My sisters and brothers had moved out of the house by this time in their lives and I was left alone to face the divorce and I felt betrayed by them and no longer emulated them.