Personal Narrative Analysis

The day after I slept in a little late so when I looked out the window everyone was all ready to work, but as I look out my window I see another commotion developing, so I put on my clothes and rush down the stairs as fast as possible. I was just in time to see my father

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.

Walking the overgrown paths in the expansive woods behind my house, I tried again to escape the claustrophobia of the cul-de-sac and the boredom of a small town. The forest was my sanctuary, and I walked knowing every rock, root, and bush. Then suddenly, it was different. My eyes hit the familiar clearing ahead, and I launched into a sprint through the underbrush, leaping up and over the barbed wire-topped rock wall. Landing with a whoop of delight, I eyed the novelty, a huge, brown steer, staring back at me. Molten joy turned to icy fear, and the steer began to charge. Thirty seconds of terror later, I noticed two things as I heaved against a maple tree: my now dung-covered shoes were ruined, and my curiosity was finally piqued.

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

During a career day presentation back in the 3rd grade, the speaker planned on showing us a video on the project, unfortunately, he didn't have a clue on how to work it. The teacher called for help and left the classroom. Then I asked, "would you mind if I help?" He stepped back and watch me attempt to fix it.

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.

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.

My struggle is daily and agonizing, it has been with me since my mother let me eat orange cheese puffs after years of relentlessly removing the Red 40 dye from my diet. After countless memories of chewable chalk vitamins and freshly squeezed carrot juice, my mother had finally given up on her “Health Nut” lifestyle for my brother and I. Of course, this did not mean I could drink stacks of sugar induced drinks and eat mounds of chocolate candies, but it was a start of being able to purge on pepperoni pizza without having to take a supplement. Although Doritos and cheeseburgers interested me, I personally found my love in carbohydrates.

What causes laughs, the place you get stuffed, and involves sleeping? If you guessed a New Year’s party and/or sleepover then you guessed right. When it was time to leave my house, I was told to take soda and chips so I brought chips and soda.

It was a bad start to what would be a year of lowest lows and highest highs. A year in which my strength, courage, and most of all faith would be took to its limits. The year started with the biggest failure of my life, the end of my first marriage. It came sudden and harsh. When I started that relationship I only had two absolutes, don’t hit me and don’t cheat on me, and since I’m not in jail he did not hit me so you can fill in the blank. With this start to the year I thought will it just had to get better because there was no way it could get any worse… man was I wrong. Just two days after kicking out my cheating ex-husband I found out I was pregnant with baby number two. Now I have nothing against children, but I had a nine-month old little girl and a failed marriage, a new baby was not what I needed. I prayed the test was wrong, asked God to let the test me wrong, it wasn’t. So there I was, stressed to the max and not real sure what I was going to do. Abortion was not an option and I knew I never

I was born and raised in Vietnam at the years 1987, and my generation is a generation Y which is between 1981 and 2000. The generation Y is the most challenger generation because it is the generation right after the war end. Since I was born, I have been taught to be responsible with the family, archive the highest education, and completion with the other. Those make me feel that I can control the world and me feel that I am the best because my family lay a lot of hope and expectation on me.

I was playing soccer in the back of the field at school with all my friends when the intercom called my name telling me that I was leaving. I ran to my classroom with my heart pounding with excitement. Me and my dad were going to go hunting for deer with my uncles. I ran into my classroom. When I entered my teacher asked me where I was going, I told him that I was going hunting, and he smiled and told me to have fun. I grabbed my backpack and ran out the door to the office. When I got to the office my dad was sitting there waiting for me. He checked me out and we walked out. He asked me if I was excited and I was just thinking why he asked that question because I was talking about this day for about a month, and I