Personal Narrative Analysis

All sports require time and dedication to a certain extent. Dance has been my passion and weekend activity since I was three and became a very serious thing from seven to around twelve. I danced at a studio until I entered middle school at K.O. Knudson and dance was my major. I left K.O. and moved to Summerlin where I now attend Palo Verde. I received dance as my elective, being weary about the class considering I was also recovering from a back injury even during my time at K.O. and on top of that knowing I was loosing all of my skill from being absent forever and a day.

Nowadays, technology is an important tool used in so many different aspects of our life to help things like finance, navigation, and even food. With all of the advancements and ideas that the tech industry is making, technology is now becoming more and more involved in the health and wellness aspects of our lives. Now Physical therapists are starting to go along with this trend and have been using more of the tools and applications that are being created to help with the rehabilitation of their patients. Some of the new technology that has been created are specific video games that have new workout routines, stretches, timers and diet suggestions for the Wii or X-Box Kinect. There are also new smartphone and smart watch apps with similar features

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.

During a career day presentation back in the 3rd grade, the speaker planned on showing us a video on the project, unfortunately, he didn't have a clue on how to work it. The teacher called for help and left the classroom. Then I asked, "would you mind if I help?" He stepped back and watch me attempt to fix it.

My struggle is daily and agonizing, it has been with me since my mother let me eat orange cheese puffs after years of relentlessly removing the Red 40 dye from my diet. After countless memories of chewable chalk vitamins and freshly squeezed carrot juice, my mother had finally given up on her “Health Nut” lifestyle for my brother and I. Of course, this did not mean I could drink stacks of sugar induced drinks and eat mounds of chocolate candies, but it was a start of being able to purge on pepperoni pizza without having to take a supplement. Although Doritos and cheeseburgers interested me, I personally found my love in carbohydrates.

What makes me feel most successful? Setting a goal, working towards it, and seeing what I have hoped for become a part of my reality. Most people apply this thinking to things that considered universally important, like getting their dream job or investing and growing their money. I agree that these are important in life but I like to balance the practical things in life with the things that excite me. For me, nothing is more exciting that going fast which is why one of my most significant accomplishments in life to date was buying my Mustang GT.

I strongly believe that memories that have been repressed and then recovered should not be allowed in court to prosecute an alleged abuser. This comes mainly from the fact that our memory can be altered. Changes to what we believe we saw can come from another person's observations about a situation or from our own false revision of the situation. They can cause false memories that corrode the accurate ones. In my opinion and from personal experience, if something traumatic occurs, it will never be forgotten even if suppression is used, even if the event occurred at a young age. These traumatic experiences can cause a lack of connection and ill-feeling toward someone or something. Retrieval, which is the process of reactivating information that

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.

When I was seven years old, I decided to run away. My parents took away my Barbie Dreamhouse after an incident at school (which totally wasn’t my fault) landed me with a visit to the principal’s office. My bag was packed, complete with snacks and my beanie baby collection, but before I could leave the house I heard one thing that stopped me in my tracks: the sound of my mom crying. When I heard her tears over my trouble in school, bills, and my brother’s inconsistent punctuality, I suddenly didn’t want to leave anymore. I realized that I loved my family, and that I never wanted to be the reason they cried. Ever.

In the process of making my elevator pitch there was a lot to think about and the writing process was very extensive. From the time I started writing till the point of filming I may have revised around 3-5 times, and re-recorded my speech around 7 times. During the writing process the areas of communication that I was trying to improve were a good face work, assertiveness, and being my professional self. While writing my pitch I was trying to provide a good fellowship face during the interaction so that it builds a competence face in future interactions, and in context with the field I would want to work in. Because most of my experience comes from what I did in high school and there is a limited time to talk I took a lot of time to sort out

Discuss an accomplishment, event, or realization that sparked a period of personal growth and a new understanding of yourself or others.

There I was, a ten-year-old all alone on the school’s make-shift football field during recess. The school year was young and the summery North Carolina air was seemingly inescapable. Practically blinded from the sun’s rays I squinted as the other fourth grade boys argued over what team I would soon have to dreadfully play on. Clearly I wasn’t as athletic as my peers, at the time I let this define me. Like any fourth grader I attempted to fit in, I mean who wouldn’t? There a comfort associated with the herd mentality we all fall into. During my fourth grader year I slowly fell into isolation, though I didn’t realize at the time. When the other Dad’s were playing catch with their son’s my dad sharing insight into his experience in business and

Summer is supposed to be the time to relax, but I cannot necessarily say that is how I spent mine. From the beginning to the end I felt as though I was never home. Between the team camps I attended to the vacations I went on, my suitcase was always full. Yet it was busy, I cannot say it was a bad summer.

To this day, I have never met someone who doesn’t have a bit of glossophobia, the fear of public speaking. However, when you struggle with an anxiety disorder that has been at your side since you were little, public speaking skips being difficult and ends up somewhere near panic attack inducing. The moment I stepped up in front of a crowd for the first time and began to orate, the feeling was both exhilarating and petrifying. It was if I lost my voice and found it; although I froze an incalculable amount of times throughout the ten minute speech, I felt empowered- finally, after all these years of melting into the background, people were listening to me. I had decided at that instant that I was going to use vox popoli to show that my anxiety

Since I was 7, I knew that the United-States was where I wanted to be—where I truly belonged. I watched those movies and TV shows and they created this taste for adventure within me. I was watching pictures of New York City and I told myself: “One day I’ll be there.”