Personal Narrative Analysis

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.

Jerry wakes up in a dissociative state still hungover from the previous night’s drug binge, nullifying the pain with a fluffy, symmetrical line of Peruvian cocaine and a tightly packed bowl of luminescent green, trichome plastered cannabis nug sourced from California out of his Illadelph bong; naturally, Jerry was quite the aficionado in recreational drug use and progressive dependency. As dopamine floods his prefrontal cortex he’s invigorated with a renewed sense of grandiosity; he looks in the mirror, his eyes are sunken in, the pallor of his complexion is ghostly, an apparition of a once revered public figure. He averts his eyes to his many awards and commendations for a brief moment, before the cannabis takes effect. He brushes

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.

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.

Although, I enjoyed steady employment my desire to finish school lingered with me. I needed a guided path of straight forward thinking with no distraction also with no life worries of daily living and survival.

Everyone will experience a death in their life at least once whether it’s a family member or friend, they will react to it differently and has to grieve in their own way. Death isn't something that someone looks forward too, so watching someone go from healthy, to where they can barely walk or talk on their own isn’t easy. But getting a lesson out of someones death takes away some of the pain, and helps you move on.

As a 16 year old young man, when I think about responding to a writing prompt asking me to describe an event that I consider a launch pad towards gaining maturation, the first things that should come to my mind are getting my first job, graduating from high school, or being accepted into the college of my choice. This was not the case for me. The event that I feel has marked my transition from childhood to manhood would be the conversation that my mother had with me after the shooting death of Trayvon Martin.

"How did I get here?" I thought, as the cold, hard steel of the policeman's handcuffs latched on the sensitive skin of both my wrists. Despite the staggering amount of drugs that were raging through what remained of my emaciated body, my mind somehow began to salvage some form of what could be considered clarity. As I slowly began to comprehend what was happening, the policeman started to guide me down the stairs of my home with caution. And that was when I cast my unsteady gaze over my shoulder, only to behold the absolute indignation, repulsion, and total disappointment that dominated my mother's face. Yes, I knew how I had inevitably arrived at this moment in my life. I was being arrested because I was a thieving heroin addict, I was

Back when I still wore pigtails, I remember always feeling like an afterthought by my parents. I understood why, and it was justifiable. Since I was the eldest, and my younger brother was put on the autism spectrum, I knew I had to grow up extra quick, for Father always worked and Mother had her plate full, trying to raise us. I would do my chores without being asked and do my homework without needing help, just so Mother could have one less child to worry about. My brother, however, had to have everything done for him. He even needed Mother to brush his pearly whites for him. It was just one more duty to add to the infinite list of responsibilities Mother had to do for my brother.

A gentleman in his mid sixties was lying on the operating table. "You can rest outside if you want", said the cardiac surgeon while looking into my eyes. Preoccupied with the patient's picture before anesthesia, I struggled to swallow my worries and fulfill my promise to him to stay close throughout the operation. It was not much time until the potassium mixture was infused and the heart was sucked out of spirit. Over the next two hours, my mind and body were stretched to their limits. Despite being captivated by the precision with which the staff manipulated the grafts with the coronary arteries, I wasn't able to break the countless thoughts and apprehensions that riddled my head. As the blood was re-pumped into the heart, the flat line on

The paradox of human nature is driven by the paramountcy of competition. Whether biological as powered by evolution, or modern as in the case of college admission, competition galvanizes progress. The simple fact that elite colleges are becoming more selective due to the large number of competitive students demonstrates this. Resolution is not earned without the conflict that precedes it; therefore, even defeat should be treated as an opportunity for improvement, as it is all we can really do.

I have learned throughout the years that I am a person who gets nervous easily. Whether it is a speech, difficult test, or sports game I can count on the fact that I will be nervous, no matter the context. For me there are two things that I constantly worry about in these situations; the many possible bad outcomes, and the hype that comes before any of these situations. For example, when I was younger and had to go get a shot I would always stress about it leading all the way up to the shot. My mom would always say that the build-up is worse than the actual event. But, by over exaggerating the pain I thought I would feel, I validated my claim that shots are stressful. She was right, the shot and the accompanying pain were gone in ten minutes.

It was august of 2011 I was 5 years old in kindergarten, I had anxiety attacks but I made it through. I was crying I couldn’t stay but I did every day my anxiety is caused I worry too much about my mother. First grade it was good. I didn’t cry as much I had the best teacher ever Mrs.Delrio she liked me a lot too. Second grade I cried a lot it was really hard my teacher new my family a lot because she had my siblings before. I cried a lot when my mom dropped me off but when I got there I was fine. Third grade it was really hard I cried in the morning and my teacher wasn’t very nice. Fourth grade it was a good year I didn’t cry as much my teacher was really nice she was a math teacher she was very good at her job she taught me a lot she was the

During my pregnancy, I envisioned what it might be like to be a mother; I imagined that I would have a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, similar to myself as a child. I imagined someone calling me “mom”, watching them take their first steps and letting them have chocolate cake for breakfast. I expected that we would be able to relate to each other, I would teach her (or him) things, and we would evolve into friends as my parents and I have. My beautiful son Aries Jayden was born in Edmonton, Alberta at the Royal Alexandra Hospital, on September 18th 2003 at 1:29 am by emergency caesarean. Aries did not cry as most babies do when they first come in to the world. The doctor realized that something was different about Aries the moment

As professor Sanchez announced the upcoming of our informative speeches I had no clue what I was going to do mine on. Of course I decided to procrastinate on finding a topic and put it to the last minute. The idea of “charreria” Mexico’s national sport came to mind due to the fact that my professor always mentioned a dancing horse when he would call my name for attendance. From there on I decided when the days of doing our speech comes I will give myself a week to practice in order for me to not mess up and break the average grading scale dilemma. Not only that but since we were going to have to record ourselves I wanted it to be good so I will not cringe or have any negative thoughts while watching my own speech.