Personal Narrative Analysis

Sexuality is a major ordeal in today's reality. With online networking and the advancement of individuals nearing around and acting naturally. When I say acting naturally I imply that you are alright with individuals tolerating you for whom you are. You're not stressed over the kickback you may get from being distinctive. It is alright to act naturally and not need to stress over what individuals think like numerous years back. The changing of genders of Bruce Jenner has everybody feeling great with whom they are. We are all not the same everybody. Furthermore, individuals are additionally ready to not pass judgment on you. Everybody has somebody in his or her family that is distinctive so individuals are more satisfactory to things in 2015

I'm a 25 year old female and these events happened to me between the years 2001 through 2003. I use to live in the suburbs in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma with my mom, dad, younger sister, aunt(mom's sister), and my dog.

When one envisions a house party their mind embodies the music and grasps the loving environment, but no one ever signs up for a life altering trauma. March 19, 2016 can be portrayed as the breaking point that unleashed the dangers of my fears. When a bullet is fired it is said to destroy its target, when the bullet pierced through my body it felt almost as if the world had been swept from underneath me. During this night I was rushed into an ambulance, where I was grazed slightly an inch away from my spine, which they told me I could've been paralyzed, but by the grace of God I wasn't. The incident opened up my eyes and it was a major wake up call for me. It made me into a better and stronger individual, my grades began to improve and my perspective on life changed. It taught me to live life to the fullest because you don't know when your time is going to come.

Admittedly, I've done a lot of things that others would consider abhorrent. I've also been subject to things that others would consider abhorrent but after 12,000 deaths you start to know what's a 'good' way to die and what isn't. I've had my head removed by plasma coated blades, I've been hit by 80GJ Compressed Railguns (you don't feel it), and I've felt what it is like to hold a Locus Grenade in the hand for too long.

“Will she ever be okay?” are the words that invested within me through every minute that passed. I could not help but think the world was falling in around me and nothing would relieve the pain. My daughter had something terribly wrong, and all I could do was sit and wonder the outcome of this horrific event. The world around me began to feel suffocating as if there was no way out. I brought this precious life into this world with the mindset that I could guard her from all the cruelty and darkness. My body grew weak with each thought that crept in my mind and I could feel the chills running down my back each time the doctor came with an update. Despite everything that could go wrong, I never stopped believing that with prayer I was not fighting

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.

When I was in fifth grade, I was caught between two worlds, playing the a woodwind or strings instrument. After much thought on which one, I decided that the violin was the best instrument for me, because it had a beautiful, unique sound, plus the possibilities are incredible. I could receive a compliment from a teacher, or even get accepted to the symphony. In elementary, I was known as the best player for my patience and understanding of every piece we played. “Your daughter is my best student in all 4 schools that I teach,” exclaimed my orchestra teacher, Ms. Nichols, to my mother. Ever since then, I have been practicing my violin every minute of every day. At the end of my sixth grade year, I received a letter stating that I have been invited

My mother may be the one with an educator’s license, but both of my parents have always played an active role in my education. I have succeeded throughout my entire academic career due to their encouragement and help, and currently have a 4.0 at UT Tyler; However, not all of my education was scholarly. I was highly involved in a few extracurriculars, and my parents were at every event, from tryouts to state UIL, cheering me on.

My early experience with technology was playing games on my parent’s cell phones and watching television as a child. My mom use to sit me on the couch as a baby and turn on blue’s clues and give me a big bowl of Cheetos puffs and she said I would not move, she said I would be glued to the television and it was like I was amazed by the pictures running across the screen.

My background contains two adolescent years in the better neighborhoods of hydro electrically powered Zaporozhye, Ukraine, ten developmentally critical birthdays celebrated unceremoniously, while calling home an area in Sacramento known among locals as an actual antithesis to diversity, and a remaining lifetime enduring the tell-tale inevitable mishaps of time. Today, I house within me complex emotional ranges assiduously spattered along the spectrum of human expression, starkly vivid experiences collected through several once-in-a-lifetime moments, and, hopefully, a holistic identity deemed worthy by institutions purposed for passionate academic pursuits.

Technology is currently and will continue to become helpful to our daily lives as it advances on into the future. Computers and even laptops are a good means of education because of the portable ways individuals can use them when needed on the go. Though many people claim that technology has distanced humanity from nature, it is still the source of the immense development that people do not notice. Many argue that in our generation, we spend less time with people, and more time on our devices or talking to people online. The lack of communication is one of the top problems since the advancement of technology has taken place. Looking at the positive aspects of technology not only shows how much better our world has become, but how improved learning,

I used to hear all the time when I was young that time flies and before you know it that you will be an adult. Of course, my young naive self, brushed this off and acted as if I was one of Peter Pan’s lost boys who will never grow up. I went through life and before I knew it I was a junior in high school, at first it seemed like just another year of high school but once I started attending all of these college fair events was when It had just begun to sink in that, maybe just maybe I was gradually transitioning into an adult. One of the first times it hit me that I was no longer a child was in March of 2015. Spring break at the Albany Academies, most kids spent this two week vacation in florida or the Caribbean, but me no I decided that I would visit colleges. But this time I didn’t have my mom and dad to hold my hands for me, I was essentially on my own. Not entirely because I had a very close family friend that was living in the Philadelphia area where there was a multitude of colleges that I was interested in. So I hopped on a train and was on my way to Philadelphia.

Have you ever felt that feeling, that surge of pain that zips through your pinky toe after stubbing it against a piece of furniture. That agonizing sensation that makes you cry and laugh at the same time, is what outrages me the most. It happens at the most random times too, you’ll be walking to the kitchen and all of a sudden every bone in your body implodes. There are times where I just lie there for twenty minutes thinking about how stupid I was to let this happen. As humans, we think we are so aware of our surroundings until that moment; at that moment we lose all sense of control. I ask myself every time, “How did you let it happen again!?” and “Why is that chair there!?”. There’s absolutely nothing you can do about it because it sneaks

As I get older, I begin more and more to understand myself and the way I operate. One thing I know about myself, if we are being honest, is my tendency to be indecisive. I always see endless outcomes when I am faced with a decision, and I usually wish that I could experience both...thus making it difficult for me to make one solid choice. There is one exception to my indecisive tendencies though; I have always wanted to travel. There is just something so incredible about stepping out of your comfort zone and experiencing different cultures and a change of scenery. This desire has led me to pursue a career in Travel Writing, and there is no place I would love more to begin this chapter in my life than in Australia.

My mother Leslie is the only female out of her siblings and as a result, often is perceived as having less credibility than her brothers. Most of the time, her feelings are ignored when family decisions take place. My mom expresses her emotions openly, which is perceived as weak and illogical to her brothers, who all possess more masculine and strong-willed qualities. My Uncle Mark and Uncle David for example, are in charge of my grandparent’s financials while my Uncle Stephen oversees any decisions regarding my grandparent’s health. Even though my mother has no issue being involved in these decisions, she was not even considered for either roles.