Personal Narrative Analysis

We woke up early on the second day and got ready, we loaded back up and headed to Disney World. We all were so excited, even if we were already burned. I don't remember much of Disney World but i remember see all of my characters and getting my Mini Mouse hat that had a veil and a crown on it. It was pink and I had made papaw wear it for me. Heather and Sara fought like always with Sierra coming into the fight to calm them down. We rode rides and laughed a lot even though we were all very hot, it was at least 96

When were at Cali we had to wait for our bags then go get a rental car, so we did that then we went to my mom’s friend’s house and we stayed there until Thursday. Some fun things we did was go to Disney, we went for 2 or 3 days in a row and we road a lot of fun rides but one ride called Splash Mountain ( I think ) it broke down and we were very excited to ride that one too. After the 2-3 days of Disney we went to SeaWorld which was really cool and exciting to see but kinda sad cause all the animals are trapped in the cages but I’m pretty sure most of them were born there anyways. On the last day we went to the California zoo which wasn’t that exciting because it was like the Cincinnati zoo just with some over animals but it was nice that you could take a ride around the i’m pretty sure it was called something with carrier in the name but it took you around the park instead of walking up and down all the hills they have. When I was home we all took naps because we didn’t get home until 6 in the morning, but when we all took naps we went to a Fourth of July party then right after I immediately went to my best friend Lexi’s

Being raised by a grandmother with Stage 2 Alzheimer’s and Stage 3 Breast Cancer, a father with chronic asthma, and having a mother with Internal Shingles, there was a point in my life where I thought that I was going to lose everyone that I loved. Even though I did lose my grandmother, the best thing I saw was when she had passed away with a smile, because I knew everything was going to be okay and that she was happy with the life that she lived. But, one of the greatest obstacles that I had to face happened at a time where I question who I was and my purpose on this earth. In high school, I discovered a gift that I never thought I had, the ability to manipulate the English language in a manner of unraveling a mind rather that slapping a set

All my life I have had the opportunity to travel and broaden my horizons. I have been blessed with the ability to accumulate to different cultures and environments. From being born in Italy, moving to Japan, and now currently residing in Louisiana, I have seen more than what most others can only dream. Those three very different places are just a few of the dozens areas of the world I have traveled to, yet out of all of destinations I have visited New York City most definitely tops the list. This city is a world of it's own in my eyes. There is no other place I can see myself continuing my journey in life. It is no secret that college is a major stepping stone in the life of a young adult. It carves the path to their future. Ever since I can remember my parents have pushed me towards gaining a good

When we first woke up we ordered some pancakes for breakfast. Than we got ready for the beach. It was so beautiful there we were all playing in the water. We would try to ride the waves with a knee board and it was so much fun. My mom said we can only stay for a little bit because she had a surprise for me.

“Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz!” As I roll over from my fetus-type sleeping position, I notice my 6 o'clock alarm buzzing away beside me and that only more thirty minutes remains to aquire the last bit of my beauty sleep before the daily struggle begins. “Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz!” Half an hour later, I roll over knowing that I must wake up now, so that I can perform my morning rituals. I reach over to my shiny, black bookcase that I use as my nightstand and touch the dismiss key on my iPhone. I cannot keep my eyes open because I feel like death due to an overwhelming amount of exhaustion, even though I calculated that I slept the night before for at least seven and a half hours. I concluded, however, that the thought of school itself ensued my unmotivated, depressed

I found this week’s reading in the course text on custom fitting shotguns to be quite interesting because I’ve almost always had a shotgun in my home, but I’ve never done any work to customize the scatter guns I’ve owned… I think That’ll be changing pretty soon. Prior to getting into shotguns in this course I never had an idea as to how some custom work could enhance the performance of a shotgun. I knew there was a ton of work that could be done, but because I was never really into wing shooting or whatnot I never saw how it might help me out.

To my mind velocity isn’t as significant, as the weight and size of the projectile. The larger and heavier the projectile, the less deflection. That is why the larger pistol calibers are preferable. I possess no experience with bonded bullets. However, I can see how they would be a better option in shooting through laminated windscreens, if the manufacturing process claim is correct that the design will control expansion, have higher weight retention, and deeper penetration. FMJ shares some of these characteristics and therefore in theory at least, if not in practice lesser fragmentation when hitting the windshield and in turn penetration into the vehicle.

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

This quote speaks a lot to me, showing me that we take many things for granted and that we should always be thankful for who or what we have. My family and I have experienced many trying times together. Either we had an argument, heart-wrenching news, or death occur, we have always stuck through it together. But there was one event that tried our faith, courage, and taught us to appreciate the little things in life.

On the third day, we got up and went and ate breakfast a small cafe after that we left and made our way to an adventure land. As soon as we got there it was packed full of people. My parents paid for our tickets and My brother and me went to the amusement park side first the first thing we went on was the go-cart track.

The opposite of depression is note happiness, but vitality. And that was vitality that seemed to seep away from me in that moment. Everything there was to do seemed like too much work. And one of the things that often gets lost in discussions of depression is that you know it’s ridiculous. You know it’s ridiculous while you’re experiencing it. You know that most people manage to go through their daily routines and it’s not a big deal and yet you are nonetheless in its grip and you are unable to figure out any way around it. And so I began to feel myself doing less and thinking less and feeling less.

I walked into the Mr.Freeze line at Six Flags I saw the people in front of us get on. They sat down and buckled them in, then the countdown started 5,4,3,2,1 “Bye”. The Machine was off I counted 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. Then they were back all paralyzed with fear. Our Turn! Me and my mom hopped on the ride and they buckled us in. All I could think was “No Way Out!!!”. Then I started to shake and to shiver while my sister in front of me with my dad had a jolly smile on her face! Then the countdown started 5,4,3,2,1 “Bye”. We took off zooming through twists and turns slamming into the tracks as we went.I’m going to die!! I thought. I tried to scream but my voice was to scratchy from the other rides I screamed and screamed but nothing.

I vividly remember trying to sleep when the air was heavy and musty, so much so that I was felt like there was a natural order preventing me from breathing enough air to sustain my body for another seven hours. I laid in bed, quietly terrified – wondering if this is the life that I am destined to follow, living in unfinished basements where it floods when it rains too much and bugs crawl along the walls and dressers. It would not be the worst fate but it would not be preferable by any means. Finally, willing myself to step out of bed (again), I grab my half-finished green tea and watch a documentary in the “upstairs” portion (separated by three steps) to forget my worries until the next night. Close to drinking the honey and tea mixture, I see an abnormal shape at the bottom of my mug – a house centipede that was enticed by the sweet honey but unfortunately was unable to escape its viscous grasp and drowned in my lukewarm tea. I didn’t scream, I didn’t cry; all I was capable of thinking

The concise time when an individual becomes a young adult is unknown and confusing. The authors have decided to pinpoint various milestones within to human life to gives readers a general idea of when we entered adult. According to Zastrow & Kirst-Ashman (2016), "However, in most states, they are not considered adult enough to drink alcoholic beverages until the age of 21. A person cannot become a U.S. senator until age 30 or president until age 35.” Contrary to the beliefs of the author, everyone has their own interpretation of what constitutes an adult.