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.

I am forty four years old with three children and a wonderful husband. I grew up in Oklahoma and later moved to Kansas, and then Arizona where I finished my degree is Political Science at Arizona State University. My career goals were to attend law school after undergrad, so that I could be an advocate for children that were suffering serious injustices back then, and sadly they still seem to be suffering those injustices today.

Once upon a time, there was an illegal immigrant named Rosa she came from a poor family and her mother left her when she was 4 years old for another man.

All my life, my main goal was (and still is) to move out of Wisconsin, say goodbye to the negative fifty degree winters, and explore the world. Looking for a career that incorporates my love for traveling and my intrest of Business has always sounded like a dream.Going to new, exotic places has always been a significant part in my life. After all, my first trip was when I was eight months old to Turks and Caicos. Throughout time, our family traveled to most of the Caribbean, I was infatuated with everything about these countries. At the age of ten, I started taking online Spanish courses.In the past year, I started to learn my third language, Italian. Learning a language takes a strong memory, from memorizing the spelling to all the forms the word has to be in.

The quote Alice Walker once stated, "For in the end, freedom is a personal and lonely battle and one faces down fears of today so that those of tomorrow might be engaged" is a valuable saying and I totally relate with it. What freedom means to one may not be the same for another and has a personal meaning. Fear is an obstacle to freedom and progress. As clouds need to be blown away to reveal the sunlight, the cloud of fear should be torn apart to feel the warmth of freedom. This quote reminds me of a time when my fear of falling apart of my family and underestimating my academic potentials were inhibiting me from enjoying the freedom of stepping into the path of higher education until I decided to join Morgan State University, because no one was going to free me unless I free myself.

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

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.

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

Remember, the perpetrator can create multiple diseases simultaneously to make the victim restless, angry, and loose cool. But I suffered through all these calmly; I know this is the only way to win. Winning is important because I take this as a game, and If I fail, then disappointed and angry. I am not expecting to win all the time, I am aware. Finally, I have to surrender. Now I am on the verge of defeat.

It seems like it was only yesterday when I ran my first race. The nervousness, adrenalin pumping, and the big boisterous crowd of people cheering me on. This first race was one of the main reflections of my consistent training in which I prove to myself, and the rest, how capable I actually was. I felt extremely nervous, so getting it over with was my goal. However, I’ve come to the realization that these feelings reoccur every time I race. This, I’ve heard, is much the same as going off to college- the big step taken by a young adult to learn the efforts of becoming independent. Race days have given me a taste of what leaving for college is like, without experiencing it for myself.

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

“Who wants a dragon? All fiery and bright?” This is not a question that most 2 year olds get asked by their mom and dad, but I was special that way. My parents didn’t ask this question because the answer was particularly important, they asked because it was a part of a children's book. What they were doing was sharing their love of literacy with me by reading to me. You see, both my parents are teachers and they have really instilled in me the importance of comprehending what I read and communicating my ideas through writing. My dad got his job as a 6th grade reading teacher in 1994, 7 years before I was born. My mom got her job as a kindergarten teacher in 1998, but had plenty of long-term subbing jobs before that. Since as far back as I can

As a child I never realized the true advantages I was given in life. My understanding of the wonderful things that come from knowing the English language never occurred to me. Being naive, I thought everyone that spoke English spoke it the same, not knowing that dialects even existed. But as I grew older my experiences built how I spoke and I truly began to realize how complex something like being a native speaker of English can be.

As I dragged my exhausted body back to my car after a long week of finals, rigorous projects, and perfected presentations, my mind continued to spin with worries. “Did I meet all my deadlines, remember to fix my bibliography, email professor Beall about the Physics Club, and call Mr. Muscarella about a letter of recommendation?” All of these questions had run through my head during the past week leaving me with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. My anxiety had built up gradually throughout the semester and I began to feel like an automaton as I moved from morning practices to school to work and finally home where I attempted to complete all my assignments. But as I drove out of the school parking lot, I felt like I could