Personal Narrative Analysis

From a young age of eight, I fell in love with the game of soccer and I’ve been passionate about the game ever since. I deemed that the game was confined within the out of bounce lines. Within those lines I learned plenty such as the importance of teamwork, how rewarding hard work can be, and how vital training is for success. Elements all important to the player I’ve become.

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.

When I was in fifth grade, I was caught between two worlds, playing the a woodwind or strings instrument. After much thought on which one, I decided that the violin was the best instrument for me, because it had a beautiful, unique sound, plus the possibilities are incredible. I could receive a compliment from a teacher, or even get accepted to the symphony. In elementary, I was known as the best player for my patience and understanding of every piece we played. “Your daughter is my best student in all 4 schools that I teach,” exclaimed my orchestra teacher, Ms. Nichols, to my mother. Ever since then, I have been practicing my violin every minute of every day. At the end of my sixth grade year, I received a letter stating that I have been invited

I think today went really well! I had the same patient as last week so I think that after last week and not knowing what to expect today I was much more confident and comfortable with the process. I was way more comfortable with giving the medications and how to document on her MAR. One positive learning experience from today was in the post discussion I learned a lot about different types of laxatives and how they differ. Additionally, I learned why a lot of geriatrics are put on a laxatives.

Experiencing something for the first time can give lead to different emotions depending on what the encounter is. One can feel really happy if the scenario turns out the way they want it to. For example, when I was six years old, I remember telling my parents about how I wanted a dog. Everyday I would show them a picture of a dog on the internet, and ask if I could have one. My parents never really gave me a complete answer when I asked. They would usually respond with, “ I am not sure”, or “let me think about it”. However, one day when I came home from school, my parents told me to close my eyes. Once I closed my eyes, they lead me to the backyard. I could hear a high pitched bark coming from a distance. My heart started to pound, and it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. As I open my eyes, I first see the bright sunlight coming in, which was blocking most of my vision. Once my eyes finally became adjusted, I see a little puppy right in front of

I had always loved the spotlight. I was popular, outgoing, and lived for attention. I was active in almost every school sport and club with connections from all cliques. I guess you could say I owned the spotlight and ran the show….but I was never prepared for the day the curtains closed on me.

Both my biological parents as well as my step parents are educators, so it is no surprise that the expectation of college is one that I have carried since the day I was born. Learning everyday was essential in both of my households, and throughout preschool and elementary school I was met with flashcards, workbooks, and encyclopedias encompassing every core subject. Yet somehow I always found time in the day to draw.

Since I was a little girl animals have always made me very happy. Around the time I received my first dog was when I was six. His name was Lucky and he was my sweet boy and the minute my family got him for me, I fell in love. He was a schnauzer that was my best friend that I did everything with until he passed and it was a very emotional time for me. Lucky passed around three years ago and lived to only be eleven years old. It was very hard for me to move on but he will always be the reason I fell in love with not only dogs but just animals in general. In eighth grade we were assigned in our English class to do flash cards over the profession we want to be in and go in more depth with it such as how much they get paid, how long will school

On June 20, 2015, I got up out of bed feeling refreshed and new because it was practice for graduation day. Walking to the bathroom, I took a warm shower and brushed my teeth with mint toothpaste. I got dressed in a rush throwing on some jeans with a black shirt. Heading to the living room, I stopped and asked my stepfather if he could drive me to school because it was his day off. “ Sure,” my stepfather said, sitting on the gray couch watching television. As we went to the car, he shut the front door locking the top and bottom. I got in the passenger seat of his white pickup truck. While he drove me to school time, I can feel the vibration through the seat from the engine. When I got to the drop off zone in front of the school, I notice class

Not paying attention to life will change it, but pay attention to who cares and loves you in the world. If you don’t go out in the world you are wasting your life away. At times it's a good thing that you do not pay attention as things will change like someone new is coming into your life that will love you for whatever you do to them if its good or bad. If Andy didn't pay attention to where she was going. Chris wouldn’t be mad at Andy; “I really don't remember how it happened, I just remember standing there with an empty glass staring into the clearest, greenest, angriest eyes I have ever seen. Than I reali[z]ed why he was so angry.” (page 6)

It has been a while since I have been truly embarrassed in public. I vaguely remember walking straight into a wall of glass, which obviously hurt a lot. The embarrassing part was not the action itself; it was the looks I received from a group of teenagers standing further down the hall. I felt incredibly stupid for walking into a wall and my face hurt so badly, the last thing I ever wanted was hysteric laughter and fingers pointing at me.

I was born a flimsy, colorful piece of paperboard. I still remember unknown figures supplanting the empty spaces in my body with vital chocolate organs. The rest was just a blur. I woke up about a week later in a drug store. All I saw was a barren aisle with nothing, but people similar to me. Then, I saw a child jumping and pointing, at me! His mom spotted me as well and grabbed me. I fainted and woke up later secured to a wall. But then, something ghastly happened. The child opened one of my flaps and ate one of my organs. I felt violated; some may say exposed. I thought this behavior was over, but it didn’t stop. Day after day this child incessantly consumed parts of me I would never have again. This needed to stop, but it never would. For

Exactly the grade I was in, I´ve got no idea, my age, around nine. I grew up with only one other student the same age and myself that live in our neighborhood. Often times, we would head to each others´ houses, ride our bikes around, play with dogs, etc. Then, there's this incident, it was on any given spring day, and we had been walking with his brother and their mini little mutt.

This past week it has been very interesting to learn about the various defense mechanisms that protect us against anxiety. While I was previously familiar with some of these ego-protecting behaviors, I was unaware of their purpose. These mechanisms distort reality in order to disguise the id’s socially unacceptable desires.

Back when I lived in Israel, my family took annual vacations to a place called Eilat with my grandparents. My younger brother wasn’t born yet, and I was only about seven years old. There, we went to the beach where many dolphins lived. I remember being extremely jealous of my older sister and my dad, who got to go diving with them. They came back with amazing stories and pictures and I was way too young to join the wonderful experience. I made my parents promise that when I turn twelve, the age that was allowed to dive, they would take me and I would finally swim with dolphins.