Personal Narrative Analysis

Here in Washington though there are so many places to go see. My favorite part was going Seattle and seeing Pikes Place Market and the waterfront. Traveling in my life is not as often as most people. I barely travel now but when I was younger I would travel a lot for sports.

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.

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.

When I was five years old, I began the road trip that changed my life. I was born in Guatemala and my family and I decided to move to Canada for my father's new career. The journey had a duration of two weeks and was full of ups and downs, but I would not have wanted it to be any other way. This adventure really showed me the value of exploring new places, meeting new people, and gaining different perspectives. Since this occurrence, I have developed a strong passion for travel, getting to know new cultures, and learning new languages.

I have been on many vacations in my lifetime, but one just stands out more than any other. This summer I had the privilege to go to New York City with my parents and a friend. New York City is like no other place I have ever been before. It has such a different culture than the little town of Fulton, Ms, I was able to take part in new things that I have never experienced before, and my favorite thing was to learn about New York City’s rich history and visit the memorials there.

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.

I didn’t travel anywhere until I graduated from high school in 2014. I took a gap year and visited Colombia, after seven years of never visiting. I got to reencounter with all my extended family, grandmother, cousins, uncles, aunts, etc., after years of not being able to see them. It just

Your existence, which includes never having experienced the negative effects of transformation is more than ideal. Conversely, despite the sector, previous colleagues and I have resorted to fear and anxiety as it relates to impending job loss. None the less, any anxiety or depression was misplaced. Moreover, in most instances each transformation exhibited successful outcomes, and later proved to be assets to the prospective organizations, and to the members forced to utilize any new procedures.

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.

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 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

I still remember that day-when the world burst into flames. Well, my world at least. Growing up in the lively city of Lakeville, Minnesota was easygoing: school was great, I had a lot of friends, and participated in many activities. My life was good. Little did I know that my life was gonna soon change because I was leaving the only place that ever felt like home to me.

Previous to there was me; there was my Mother and my Father. My mother is originally from Michigan but moved to Florida when she was really young. My father is from Scotland and lived in Scotland until he was sixteen, when my father was sixteen he moved to Florida with his parents. Both my mother and my father grew up very religiously. My mother always went to a private catholic school; my mother grew up very different from my father. Both my mother and my father have siblings, my mother has four siblings, two brothers which she doesn’t really talk to and one sister, my aunt passed away from brain cancer when I was very adolescent but I still miss her. Alternatively my father has two siblings, a brother and a sister, my uncle still lives in Scotland (he never moved to the states) and my aunt which lives in the states.