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.

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.

A reoccurring circumstance in my life that I have been apart of for the last couple of years is competing on a cross-country team. For me, running is both exercise and a metaphor. Running day after day, piling up the races, bit-by-bit I raise the bar, and by clearing each level I elevate myself. At least that’s why I’ve put in the effort day after day: to raise my own level. Racing for me hasn’t always been this crystal clear. When I first started running there were the wind sprints, suicides, mile runs, max-out days, and the months of conditioning that made me wonder why as athletes we keep giving a 110 percent day in and day out.

For the first six years of my life, I was a content child who enjoyed the companionship of a younger brother and had little to no worries. Then one day in August, my family decided that it was time to move again. This time our destination was Keene Texas, a rather small city whose only notable feature was a modest Seventh Day Adventist University.

The time in my life that i had a challenged a belief or idea was in my sophomore year of high school i had a challenge to make 3 classes up and had to fix a lot of things because in my freshman year i played around and didn't do anything and failed most of my classes so my sophomore year i had to put in a lot of work to make up them class and to make everything better such as my GPA but in high school there was another challenge that i face was when it was summer and i had to find a vehicle to buy before school started and i had to buy one with my own money and that's what i did i worked all summer and didn't have anytime to hangout with friends i worked almost everyday of the summer to get this truck at first i got discouraged after i look

It was a late night, my family was finishing dinner while I was watching tv. My older sister Kristen ate a chickpea not knowing that she was allergic. Her lip started to swell and my family began to panic. That night we went to the hospital where we found out about her allergies. She is severely allergic to all nuts, shellfish and legumes, which are beans and peas.

As I read this passage, the information provided was clearly stated. However, as I continued to read, it became confusing. I did not go back and reread the last several sentences. I was able to use my sustained attention to recall the information that was just read, which is an executive functioning process. But, I did note that the ants left a chemical trail, which they would use to find their way back home. The following sentence stated they did not have noses to use for smelling. Immediately, I had red flags go up that something was incorrect. These ants needed to have a way to follow the trail they left behind. In this case, I was using my working memory. I was recalling what I had read and applying what I know to the information

I sat in my room paralyzed with anxiousness. Mr. Chappuis had told us the grades would be in by 5:00 pm, but it was already nearing 6 o'clock. I tapped my fingers on the desk more rapidly as my thoughts began to wander to the fear that was in my mind as the test was placed on my desk. I gripped my chair thinking about all the questions I had answered without a clue of the true response. A shock went down my spine as I began to realize the impact this exam would have on my final french grade. The sun’s final rays danced across the sky as I was still focused on refreshing my computer every several seconds. When I could almost no longer bare it, I saw my grade flash up on the screen in large blue print. I could not conceive of what had happened!

When I was eight I believed in two things God and myself. Furthermore from a very young age I was never dependent on my family for much inspiration because of our circumstances. My family of six lived paycheck to paycheck when my single mom was diagnosed with lupus, my older sister had a kid at age 16, my oldest brother dropped out, and my older brother struggled with autism. Thus my oldest sister who was in college was the only glimmer of hope in the sea of adversities that seemed to drown my family. I was observant and shy for the most part so although everyone tried to shield me from the state of our condition I witnessed their struggles. However, the moment that would motivate me for the rest of my life to never go down the path of my family

Imagine having the christmas spirit Then breaking a bone! I broke my arm two years ago two weeks from christmas.

When I was younger my dad used to be an alcoholic and he also cheated on my mom with so many girls. One day I went to sleep over his house and all these girls showed up every time I went over, he would always send me to his room alone and I would sleep in the dark scared thinking something might happen to me. One day when I went over he was drinking and all I remember is I was sitting on the floor and he just started kicking me, and my little self is thinking what did I do wrong. But I always went back not knowing if it’s going to happen again. My dad lived everywhere because he didn’t have that much money to stay settled in one place so he lived on top of “Tony’s Deli” in Pawling NY and the trailer park by beer and soda in Wingdale NY. When

I was born on the 16th of February 1998 in Show low Arizona as the youngest child in a family of eight children. The age gap between me and next oldest is 11 years. It was difficult to grow up without siblings around my age to play with and I quickly learned how to entertain myself.

When I was younger my sister and I would like every child would get into trouble. When I was in the 8th grade roughly it turned into me getting a bit more in trouble then my sister. It continued a bit throughout out High School when my sister was away at College, and I was the only child at home thus my father and I would get into arguments a lot easier. He would not see my point of view in most cases. This as well occurred with my sister, yet usually if I did something wrong, that would get me into trouble, she would side with our father by mainly telling me I don’t need to be the last to say something.

One day I had suddenly realized how much weight I had put on . I was shocked at myself that I had never realized when I had started to gain weight. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I wasn’t happy with the way I was taking care of my body and it was time for me to make the change.So, this is where my journey began for a better and healthier lifestyle, but this journey took a turn and also taught me about the lifestyle of the animals. When I’m saying the lifestyle of the animals; I’m not talking about your or my adorable pet, I am talking about the animal we put on our plate. This world is a weird place to live in. We love our dogs and wouldn't let anything hurt them, but at the same time, we are hurting some else’s pet by making them our