Personal Narrative Analysis

As well as there is the other sentence in this article said, “They undoubtedly saw rainbow patterns in the misty spray, but were convinced they had discovered a fairy grotto.” I would like to visit South Island and Milford Sound again as last time I did not see a rainbow. I would imagine that I rotate my neck to see the rainbow, it would be as a heaven, discovered a fairy grotto. Event though, “Jessie explains that Milford Sound is actually a fiord, carved out by a glacier and then flooded by the sea, whereas a sound is a flooded river valley.” For my opinion, it seems that Milford Sound is just a fiord rather than a sound. However, it is still the most experienced traveller, which means you won’t regret to travel under the one of the most

If you've ever moved you may have felt the way I have. Now this whole moving "thing" didn't seem to bad to me in the beginning, probably due to the fact that I was only 8 years old. Though I didn't exactly know that we were moving out of the county and away from my friends, that was the surprise to me. That reason specifically hit me the hardest. Either way it could have gone worse, but it went pretty well after awhile of settling in, fixing ,and changing my life style.

I moved away as fast as i could to get some distance but then realized that this cat wanted me dead and i couldn't run so i had to fight. I ran and pounced on the cat like it did to me and i hit it with all of my force right on its chest. The cat let out a loud cry i felt relieved that i wasn't dying. I hit the cat again since it was still on the ground. Quickly the cat got up and ran away. I stood back watching this cat bllt down the street in pain and fear. The wound that this cat gave me on my face wa now catching up to me and it started to hurt. I turned around feeling like i was on top of the world reevaluating the fight in my mind thinking about how i could have improved my fighting technique. I kept walking until i got to the fence of

I found this week’s reading in the course text on custom fitting shotguns to be quite interesting because I’ve almost always had a shotgun in my home, but I’ve never done any work to customize the scatter guns I’ve owned… I think That’ll be changing pretty soon. Prior to getting into shotguns in this course I never had an idea as to how some custom work could enhance the performance of a shotgun. I knew there was a ton of work that could be done, but because I was never really into wing shooting or whatnot I never saw how it might help me out.

Life is made up of continuous works in progress. Although I feel I have accomplished many things, being independent has not been of them. Up to a year ago, I have always depended on someone else to make decisions and take care of the “adult” things for me.

I can remember a time recently when I failed. It was not a task that I failed, or something that I did not do, I failed myself, and I lost respect from my parents. But time heals all wounds, and since then I have regained that respect and trust. Over this previous summer, me and my friends, who will remain unnamed, visited a lake and we swam and frolicked around the nearby dam. Prior to my arrival, I was unaware that the lake was in a private neighborhood, with a strict no trespassing policy. I sped down the path to catch up with my friends and reached the part of the lake where they resided. Past the fence and the no trespassing sign me and my buddies swam for a short time then began the trek back to our cars. Waiting for us was the neighborhood

I am the only senior in my high school that is sad about graduation. Ever since I was a child the first day of school was like Christmas to me. There was something so appealing about the smell of the new classroom the shine of the new desks, new people- a fresh start. You could almost feel the knowledge; the new vibrating in the atmosphere. That was the best feeling in the world. I was born with a hungry mind, constantly craving that knowledge, devouring it up like a raging forest fire. The thought of that journey ending devastates me, the enlightenment and moreover, the extinguishing of that wildfire in my mind. Without that flow of learning, I feared the oceans of intellect in my mind would cease to a trickle or worse, dry up completely.

I had not realized I was like my mom until I moved in with my boyfriend. In my house the reasons for discussion with my mom were because my dad and I left everything messy. I did not understand my mother until I lived with my partner. I thought she exacted everything, but not, she was right. It really bothers me like her, when people leave everything disorganized in their path. Another thing that I did and now it bothers me is that they do not wash the dishes they used, it only takes two minutes to clean them. My boyfriend says that I fight a lot and for everything. I justify myself by saying that I carry it in my genes, I inherit it from my mother. I have found myself in situations in which I fought for nothing and almost everything, and in

The third week at the Mayfield Village store I spent my time in the Deli Department. This week I learned the ins and outs of what a deli associate does on a daily basis. I learned about how to service the customer from behind the counter and all the questions to ask them in order to give them the quality of products that they want. There are many difficulties with the over the counter customer service. The associate always has to have live eyes and pay attention to the counter while you are competing other tasks. I learned what the deli has to do in the morning in order to prep for the day. They have to pre slice a few of the top selling products in order to run the efficiency of the counter. I learned the importance of cleaning the slicers

I thought this was going to be the best decision of my life, but the first week of my five-month journey told me otherwise. It began with a 12-hour drive to Ames, Iowa, and while most of you may not even know where Iowa is I’ll put it in perspective: from Texas, you have to take I-35N through Oklahoma, Kansas, and Missouri to finally reach the state of Iowa. During this drive, my parents constantly asked me if this was really the right decision and all listed the financial consequences that came with going to an out of state university. To make matters worse, I left my Kindle at the hotel that we stayed at in Kansas and had forgotten to pack my pillows along with a few other essential items which didn’t help my case about being responsible in front of my parents.

Glancing at the keys and nodding, he set the metronome and tapped his foot getting the beat physically and let his fingers glide over the keys. Letting the music seep into him as he had played the complex piece over and over again demanding himself to be perfect. Striking each key was perfectly timed and showed the emotion he had made it sound sharp and crisp. Steve kept nodding as he then glanced downward he saw the ivory keys along with his fingers coated in a rich scarlet hue. His fingers bleeding. The pain shot through his fingers as the heat engulfed the slender fingers . It was the fire again! Attempting to put the fire out that now chewed at not only his fingers but the piano as well it only ended with the man sitting up in a blind

I still remember that day-when the world burst into flames. Well, my world at least. Growing up in the lively city of Lakeville, Minnesota was easygoing: school was great, I had a lot of friends, and participated in many activities. My life was good. Little did I know that my life was gonna soon change because I was leaving the only place that ever felt like home to me.

I ate at the small cafe in our natural foods store for lunch today. When I arrived, it was mostly women with their children eating lunch, which was interesting in itself. Most of the men I saw were just buying groceries, though there were a couple with their families. There was one elderly man eating with his daughter and grandson, and they were all talking with another woman. After he finished eating his sandwich he used a toothpick to clean his teeth. I realized that I have seen my grandfather do this, but I don’t think I have seen a woman ever doing it. If women have something in their teeth they are most likely to go to the bathroom and floss or swish with water. This man had clearly brought toothpicks with him, and I assume it is routine

As we sat around the table draped in burlap to mimic the infamous movie Footloose, we waited impatiently for the cart of senior letters to come our way; the agitation of when they were going to be distributed was apparent in all of the students’ faces. We were served a hardy Chick-fil-A breakfast, entertained by a skit put on by the faculty and staff and were awaiting the tear-filled happiness of reading letters our classmates had written to us. For my senior letters, I simply printed photos that captured the essence of the friendship shared between myself and the addressed friend. Included on the back was a short, cute note recalling memories that we had shared and endless laughs that resulted in tummy aches. I didn’t really see the importance

One Year later, I was out picking up mail and checking on the senior, that lived in our building. The senior had their adult children taking care of them, but they worked every day. They hired me to check on their parents after school, I would check to see how they were doing and ask if they needed anything. That was my job every day when I came home from school. For emergencies, Mother had the phone numbers of the children so she could contact them if their loved ones needed medical attention. Because they could not get up and down the stairs, I would bring in their mail. I got paid every Friday, but it was not much. My sisters, brothers, and cousin were like little soldiers as they would stand and wait for me to buy candy for them.