Personal Narrative Analysis

I'm a 25 year old female and these events happened to me between the years 2001 through 2003. I use to live in the suburbs in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma with my mom, dad, younger sister, aunt(mom's sister), and my dog.

The moment I laid eyes on that place, I knew that would regret ever coming here in the first place. It was a hot June in the summer of 2015, and even hotter in the southern state of Alabama. I had arrived at Marion Military Institute, my home for the next dreaded two weeks which seemed to be hurling at me faster than ever before. I was still a kid then. And I know what you must be thinking, “How can someone turn from a kid to an adult in just two weeks?” Well, that answer takes a lot more than just words on a paper to explain to someone. You would have to experience it, the heat, the screaming Marine Core drill instructor, the temptation to give up, all of it.

Welcome to my outlandish, yet in my opinion, amusing brain! The name presented to me upon birth is Taylor Lee Thompson. Currently, I am suffering through the struggles of junior year at Marion Senior High School. Difficult classes, early mornings, and extracurricular activities have made me an expert in the sport of juggling. The class that has appealed to me the most over the years is Criminal Justice. I found the behind the scenes instruction absolutely riveting! My instructor, Mrs. Hamm, kept me on my toes and I was always learning about crime, criminals, and cases. On the other hand, the class I utterly dread is history. Any and every type of history has always slowly bored me to sleep. I am convinced we are taught the same curriculum

One day i was fishing in my uncle mikes pond and mom said that i needed to drive the golf cart the the end of the road .then she said that dalan was coming to the pond ,so i drove to the driveway and when i seen him coming around the corner he was going about 70 mph and he slammed on the brakes and turned in the driveway and he followed me to the pond .he gave us all a hug when he stoped to get 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.

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

In my recent memory, there hasn’t been a significant “bump in the road” that affected my last four years. However, if there was something that I will acknowledge held me back from unleashing my full potential, it definitely had to be caring a little too much for my friends.

Beep, beep, beep. This is the sound of an ECG monitor. The sound that fills a silent void as everyone waits with baited breath for the loved one lying in the bed to open their eyes. Unfortunately, this time the steady sound draws long and drones on and on. Then it hits you, the heart has stopped. Death is sudden and comes when we least expect; but then again, I don’t think you could anticipate if you tried. It can come to us many forms and so can the news of it. Grandma’s news comes in a phone call. I come home to an empty house that afternoon, nothing unusual. Awaiting the return of my mother, I went about my daily routine. Doing my homework, cleaning my room, and walking the dog; things I did everyday, but this time it was different.

There are a few ways in which I have had to make adaptations in my daily life since coming to college. First, I have started setting multiple alarms before going to bed at night. When I still lived at home, my mom would always make sure I was awake in the mornings, so I never had to worry about getting up on my own. Since coming to college, I set a couple of different alarms every day, so I don’t oversleep and miss something important. Second, I have begun using headphones instead of letting things play out loud. I very rarely used headphones before, but the atmosphere here has required me to make this adaptation. Often times, my roommate is doing homework or I am in a loud environment, so in order to ensure that everyone can focus and I can

I traveled for the next few days alone. It was a struggle to find a source of food everyday. I was running low on energy and feeling dehydrated. It was getting to the point where walking through the sand was a struggle. I have gone without food for the last few days because of exhaustion, but I tried to keep moving. I could feel my body reaching its limits. I had gone too long without food, and the water I had was not quenching my thirst. A short time later, while trudging through the sand, I tripped. I laid there not having the strength to lift my body weight. I could barely fathom how death was so close. I didn’t want to accept it, but I had no fight left in me, no strength. My vision started to go in and out, and I slowly surrendered to

Growing up in the small town of New Castle, Colorado, my family and I remained very close. We spent the majority of our time together, working and playing around the small ranch my parents owned. My sister and I were just 3 years apart, and my brother joined our family much later. Being 9 and 12 years younger than his sisters, he began his journey much differently than ours. He was spoiled rotten by his sisters while he was young, and when we graduated and moved into college, he was granted the ‘only child’ role. Though this began in a very exciting manner, it became somewhat lonely. My sister and I came back on every break, but it didn’t compare to our childhood days of spending every evening and every weekend sharing the household chores

I entered this crazy world on June 10th 2001 with a full head of hair and screaming as loud as I could with only one sister always wondering what I was. Apparently some weird alien thing that just appeared in her life at the age of two. Over the years I learned that I was in love with animals. I had 2 cats and a bearded dragon named Kristna ,who would constantly chase me around my sister's room while my sister just laughed. My sister and I were always very different. I was always into hair and makeup she was more into dinosaurs and cars but somehow we always made it work. Whether it was “doing the dinosaurs hair or having my barbies get run over by her race cars we always seemed to have the best of times. We grew up always playing together

Many people ask me if the experience affected me in a negative way, I immediately said yes. Other people asked me if I would change this experience at all, I said no. This made me a stronger, wiser, more hardworking, more motivated, and a more independent person. I learned to never turn my back because people would stab it right away. I learned to keep my head up and strive to be a better person every single day. Eleanor Roosevelt once said “Do what you feel in your heart to be right- for you’ll be criticized anyways”. That is exactly what I did.

BOOM, BOOM, CRACKLE, goes the thunder as the plane takes off to NEPAL. ‘I do not think we are supposed to fly in this kind of weather’ Tim said.

My background contains two adolescent years in the better neighborhoods of hydro electrically powered Zaporozhye, Ukraine, ten developmentally critical birthdays celebrated unceremoniously, while calling home an area in Sacramento known among locals as an actual antithesis to diversity, and a remaining lifetime enduring the tell-tale inevitable mishaps of time. Today, I house within me complex emotional ranges assiduously spattered along the spectrum of human expression, starkly vivid experiences collected through several once-in-a-lifetime moments, and, hopefully, a holistic identity deemed worthy by institutions purposed for passionate academic pursuits.