Personal Narrative Analysis

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.

It has been a while since we had last talked. How have you been? I have been fantastic, although school is substantially more stressful, when compared to seventh grade. I am still participating in and enjoying soccer. The last couple of holidays in which the family came together have been amazing.

My summer wasn’t the best but I had fun. First off I came back from a vacation in Custer. I came home on June 2, 2015. When I returned home, I decided I go get a job for the summer so I won’t be too bored and start to think negatively. I went to city park a lot during the summer because some of my friends and I were playing basketball. I also didn’t like that I had to deal with my mom being in the hospital. She was in a very bad condition until finally she got to come home and now I’m just putting stress on her.

Some of my first memories usually involve school in some way. School is a huge part of my life. Growing up in my family, I was always pushed to try really hard in school. That was never a problem because I had an internal driving force pushing me to try harder than expected of me. As I grew older, I was expected to preform well in order to get into college. However, this was a new thing asked of someone in my family. Neither one of my parents went to college, my sister and one of my older brothers didn’t get to finish high school, and my other older brother got into college but ended up not attending. When I ended up getting accepted into Columbus State for post secondary, it was a big deal to everyone in my family.

Finding something that is truly captivating is necessary in everyone's life. It allows one to lose track of time and releases stress. For me, this activity is spending time at the barn during the summer. This is a place where I can let loose, spend time with my favorite horses and have fun with friends that I’ve missed during the school year. This activity allows me to emerge myself into something that I am truly passionate about. I’ve grown up riding horses and I can’t imagine my life without them. They are interesting and unique animals that always leave me wanting to know more. In this case, I turn to my riding instructor Kim Simac, or my veterinarian mentor Doctor Lauren Hughes. Both have had a huge impact on my life, as they have taught

When I first read our topic for this journal, I started to get nervous. I immediately tried to think of times when I had misinterpreted someone or something and I couldn’t seem to think of any. I was clearly overthinking it a little too much, especially because I misinterpreted something just last week. I have a couple of friends who enjoy going bowling as much as I do and last Thursday my friend Courtney asked if I wanted to go bowling on Friday. When we have gone bowling several times in the past, we have usually gone around 6 or 7. We usually choose to go around that time because everybody is off from work and it gives my daughter Brooklyn the opportunity to go with us. So, with much excitement I responded back, “yeah, that sounds great!”

Have you ever felt stuck in a place that you wanted to leave so badly? But your habits and broken foundation you come from make you feel comfortable… while your mind and conscience is telling you that that place is not where you are destined to prosper and live to your full potential. Well I have been feeling that way since I was taken away from my parents by the Department of Children and Families (DCF). I remember that night in our 2 bedroom apartment like it was a scary movie I’d never forget. That was the last night my sisters and I lived with my parents for almost three years. The rest of this essay will depict how I’ve endured many trials throughout my life and how now I am on a journey toward triumph.

Up until I was thirteen, I had been in the same school district and had been in classes with the same kids since preschool. Then between the ages of thirteen and fifteen my family and I moved three different times between two states. In that short amount of time, I had to learn to adapt to teaching methods, school rules and the type of peers I encountered at every new school I attended. I believe I am fortunate for these experiences because I never knew how hard it was for me to adapt to unfamiliar situations until we moved and it became necessary for me to do so. I struggled at the first school a lot and hardly had any friends, due to cultural differences between the rural Wisconsin town that I was from, and the poverty and drug stricken reservation that I had moved to.

Cheeks burning, I re-adjusted my grip on the synthetic plastic ridges and twisted. My classmate looked on in amusement as exertion painted my forehead and fingers a bright cherry red, only for my digits to slip off the now sweaty cap.

It was a prolonged three months. My heart trembled and my hands twitched while I opened up a box of pregnancy tests. Realizing how hesitant and scared I was, I dropped the first pregnancy test into the toilet. “Plop,” was all I heard; and I inhaled a deep breath of worries. Thank god, I purchased a box that came with two pregnancy tests. Bent down beside the toilet, I grossly grabbed the first test that I had dropped in the toilet and tossed it in the trash. Quickly, I opened the other test, but this time, held it tightly, like my freedom was taken away from me. I slouch on the toilet seat and did my business fearing that my young days were over. As I slowing moved my hand to see the results, I saw two pink lines. My heart sank and I knew

“And the writing and reading contest winner is…” the principal announced. When I was young, I was a competitive individual. It wasn’t my parents who were forcing me to be number one. It was myself: my ego, my self esteem, my pride. Once I felt that sense of accomplishment, the principal calling my name, going up to the stage, and everyone congratulating me, it motivated me to try harder and harder until I could ensure myself that I am going to win the best award again. Up to this part, it was acceptable. The idea of competition could be beneficial if it motivates me to try harder. (strive for better results) Unfortunately, it started to have negative effect on my way of thinking as time passed by. I kept telling myself ‘all or nothing.’ It became my hobby to avoid everything that I don't feel confident in and only focus on the ones that, in my mind, I have possibility to be the best. Eventually, it made me give up on everything easily, leading to lower self confidence.

As I approached my house, I noticed that the gate was missing; knowing that it had a problem, I assumed it got stuck. When I entered the house my uncle explained what had happened; the gate fell on the tenant who rented a room from my dad while he was closing it. The epidermis scratched off of his left leg and arm, and his hypodermis was visible. Due to his limited funds, he refused to go to the hospital. Knowing that the wound might get infected if it remained untreated, I urgently drove to Walmart and bought peroxide and bandages. I took care of him as a doctor taking care of his or her patient. The thought of me doing that my whole life got me excited. The very fact that I get to help others gives me satisfaction, and I am fulfilling my

There are few people in this world who can say they are the oldest of nine kids, have ADHD and a 4.1 GPA, or live on a small farm with animals. I, however, embody all of these extraordinary traits, even in addition to left-handedness and extreme far-sightedness! How is that for recessive genes? Yet I believe that my uniqueness, more importantly, has shaped me with strong character and fortitude.

Many people ask me if the experience affected me in a negative way, I immediately said yes. Other people asked me if I would change this experience at all, I said no. This made me a stronger, wiser, more hardworking, more motivated, and a more independent person. I learned to never turn my back because people would stab it right away. I learned to keep my head up and strive to be a better person every single day. Eleanor Roosevelt once said “Do what you feel in your heart to be right- for you’ll be criticized anyways”. That is exactly what I did.

I had grown tired of the glances I received on the train that lasted too long and broke as soon as I dared reciprocate. I couldn't fathom the fascination with watching a stranger simply sit on the train or complete a routine however, I was compelled to make an effort to understand the fixation. The next time I boarded train I was no longer simply a commuter hoping for a brief train ride independent from nameless commuters. I was an analyst on a freelance mission to disclose the reasoning behind the fixation on the mannerisms of the population. I took out my headphones, put away my book and for an hour I sat and observed, I watched the girl who couldn't stop biting her nails, a man who looked like all the coffee in the world couldn't prepare