Personal Narrative Analysis

Growing up as an only child and being an introverted person it was hard for me to go out and play with the other kids that were around for a

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

It has been a while since we had last talked. How have you been? I have been fantastic, although school is substantially more stressful, when compared to seventh grade. I am still participating in and enjoying soccer. The last couple of holidays in which the family came together have been amazing.

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

It was a dark spring night on campus. I was waiting for hours or though it seemed. It is not everyday that your roommates set you up with the best athlete on campus. It shocked me that my roommate could convince him that I was worth the best quarterback in the country’s time.

Furniture, valuables, and boxes are stacked all the way to the ceiling. By this time, I have been accustomed to the process of putting my valuables in a storage locker. I had to leave my house and stay with a friend of the family. From middle school to my sophomore year of high school, I lived in seven different places. Therefore, it was convenient to have a storage locker to keep my belongings in. It was comforting to know that my stuff would still be there when I found a permanent place to stay.

The worst thing that ever happened to me, turned into the best. When I was in the first grade I thought everything was fine. I had two friends, I loved my teacher and I thought all was well. What I didn’t realize was that I was falling behind in reading. At a parent-teacher conference, Mrs. Keys told my mom that I was dropping behind and that she reasoned it was a suitable idea if I was held back. My mom was devastated, she didn’t want her little girl to be having problems in school, but she also understood what it would mean if I was kept back. She tried every at home reading booster kit she could acquire to help me increase my reading level. Mrs. Keys could see the improvement but knew that I wasn’t quite at the level that I needed to be at to move on to

In my sixteen years of existence, I’ve had plenty of fun, exciting high points where I feel like nothing in the world can drag me down. However, along with those amazing times, my worst ones were always to eventually follow, like it did my sophomore year when I had a choir performance in Visalia with some of my favorite friends and amazing teacher. It was most definitely a high for me. A little over twenty-four hours after, I had fallen off the roller coaster that was my happiness and hit the concrete.

Hartford, SD, the town that I am from, is a pretty small town with about seven churches. My family attends the Lutheran church nearly every Sunday and even sits in the same spot every week. When I was younger, I attended daycare and elementary school with kids who attended churches of different denominations. We would go through our days without discussing our differences. My parents would never discourage my sister and I from interacting with children who went to other churches. In fact, if we had a sleepover on a Saturday night with a friend, my parents said it was okay to go to their church the next morning. This allowed us to see what the different denominations looked like but we were young and often thought that it was all the same. Middle

Up until I was thirteen, I had been in the same school district and had been in classes with the same kids since preschool. Then between the ages of thirteen and fifteen my family and I moved three different times between two states. In that short amount of time, I had to learn to adapt to teaching methods, school rules and the type of peers I encountered at every new school I attended. I believe I am fortunate for these experiences because I never knew how hard it was for me to adapt to unfamiliar situations until we moved and it became necessary for me to do so. I struggled at the first school a lot and hardly had any friends, due to cultural differences between the rural Wisconsin town that I was from, and the poverty and drug stricken reservation that I had moved to.

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.

In conclusion,it's difficult to find an effective solution for this issue,however it can be treated and managed in several ways such as , improving self confidence , healthy diet and using self-help . Surrounding oneself with individuals who understand what one is going through and are there to encourage and celebrate every step of the recovery can greatly boost the sufferer’s spirits. Eventually, when an individual’s success assists in encouraging other persons having anxiety disorders, it makes one to feel much better . Anxiety is the feeling of horror and panic that results from being tense about a particular situation in one's day to day activities . Fear and thinking of future are to major factors that make people anxious . In addition

In a series of unfortunate, clumsy events, I found myself walking home at three o’ clock

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.

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.