Personal Narrative Analysis

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.

Eighteen years ago I was delivered in a hospital in Tokyo, Japan and was taken to the United States embassy a month later to become a United States citizen. My parents had been living in Japan for two years, my father was on a work vista, and we stayed for another six. Whenever I talk about my early years I am aware it was a unique upbringing that would not have been possible a hundred years ago. Social and economic changes, and technological innovations in the 20th century impacted me even though I was born three years before the turn of the century.

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.

I have always loved school, from my first day of kindergarden to my first day of high school and almost everyday in between. I always excelled in school, even though I moved around a lot. I had already been to four different elementary schools by the time I was in the fourth grade, and one more for half a year in sixth grade. I had a rough childhood aside from all of the moving. Growing up my life was never really normal. I had two moms, which nowadays isn’t that big of a deal, but 15 years ago it was. My life was fairly good until I was about five or six when my moms got a divorce. At the time I didn't know it but it was at that point that my life started to change forever. After the divorce my parents went to court for custody and one of

I moved to the United States with my mom and younger brother when I was 10. My dad was already living in New York at the time so we moved to stay together, leaving everything behind. My most prized possession was a bag of marbles I gave to my friend; I thought I could get it back when I returned.

On a cloudy summer day in July, my mom, brother, his girlfriend, and I were hiking near the Appalachian trail in South Carolina, and at the first resting point on the mountain my mom and my brother’s girlfriend wanted to stop, their legs were noodles and were not convinced that they could to make it to the top, but my brother and I wanted to witness the view from the top of the mountain, to gazing upon the hills and windy roads we had traveled to get to the bottom of the mountain.

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

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!

High school, I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember going to football practice and rushing home to finish my homework. I remember hanging out with my friends and joking around with each other during lunch time, and I remember stressing out over the test I didn’t study for. My junior year of high school however, is when things started to change for me. I became interested in furthering my education and began preparing myself for college. One morning, I went to school and met with the college counselor, to find out how to apply to colleges. She took out a sheet of paper and made a checklist for me. On that list, were the letters SAT, or ACT test scores. I asked her about it, and to my surprise, these were my “golden tickets” as she put

In contrary to the “traditional” narrative, my aspirations of being a future healthcare provider did not start during childhood. I remember at the tender age of seven and bearing witness to the severe pain that radiated throughout my father’s body due to the movement of kidney stones. That experience, now looking back, instilled a sense of fear in me that lead to the avoidance of any career exploration or opportunity related to healthcare. It was not until college after better comprehending the healthcare system and learning about its inner workings that I began to develop my passion around social change and creating more equitable outcomes in terms of effective patient care and practices. Although, I am unsure as to what role and or, the function

I have talked about goals before, but today I want to talk about a very special goal of mine. To begin with, driving scares me! Especially my mom's vehicle, which is like driving a mechanical monster; or a behemoth as I call it! For a long time I have had friends and family on my back to get my license. I have had other options; people willing to give me rides, bus. I become quite inventive in finding ways to side step my fear. That was until my mother started having medical problems, and I wasn't able to help her as much as I wanted. (I also began to realize that as much as I wanted my parents to be around forever to look out for me, reality has a different plan.) So I decided it was time to face one of my demons!

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.

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.

My heart raced with fear and nervous anticipation as I drove to the top of Thunderbird Mountain in the rear of a random stranger’s pickup truck. My gut told me I should go home before any of this happened, but I was tired of always being stuck in my house when my friends were always going out. My mother had complete trust in me, and I knew I would not have any problems getting permission to hang out with my best friend. To both my mom and I, this would be a normal night; I would sleep over at my best friend’s house, probably watch something on Netflix, and gossip all night. However, my best friend had something else planned for the night that I was not aware of.