Personal Narrative Analysis

As an individual I love staying active, socializing with others, being dependable, and keeping busy. Playing Basketball for Flour Bluff ISD, since the seventh grade, has granted me the opportunity to achieve all of these goals. For some peculiar reason I have consistently felt that I lacked experience of which my peers had, and that I would never be able to acquire it. Soon after I started playing I became intimidated of my fellow teammates and worried about the time I felt I lost, due to beginning so late in my childhood. Without fail, I always feel a sense of accomplishment after making it through tryouts every year and as I approach my final season, it has become clear just how much of my life was devoted to Basketball, that I truly love it and how I am thankful to be a part of something much more than just a team.

The fourth chapter is almost a continuation of chapter three. I this chapter it looks at the 50:50 nation more as a whole rather than the individuals and there almost equal views. IT first talks about sorting and how this has brought the views of polarization into new light. A few decades ago many people were of different parties, such as a democrat with some conservative views and visa versa. In years since there has been two ways to take the information from here. The first is sorting, which is a real think, it is when people are starting to identify purely as there party without many adjectives. All this does is nicely sort everyone into the respective categories. When looking through a biased polarized lenses people are not seeing the settling

It was a day that I had been waiting for all season, why? Because it meant that the pain was going to be over and it was my final race to prove how good I really was to everyone and hopefully fulfill the goal my coach, school and fans set for me. That morning of October 28th I woke up really sick to my stomach. Nerves were taking over my body and I couldn't sit still. The ride to the course I remember putting my headphones in and zoning everything out and never truly coming out of it till after the race was over. I remember my mom hugging me and telling me how proud of me she was and that no matter how bad my shins hurt to keep running. My coach grabbed me before I went to the starting line and surprisingly said how proud he was of me too, but that it wasn't over so that could change. It was so cold outside and I remember being able to see my breath and worrying that it was going to really effect my performance. I could also see the

"Please fastened your seatbelt" I felt my heart raced against my chest as I inspect my uncle lips translating loudly to my parents. As I gazed out the window, it frightens me that I am across the world where I was originally from. The spring breeze from mid April at night gave me the chill down my spine, it was extremely cold for us. As we were in line to get our papers done I held my parents hands, deep inside I shed a tear because my soul is whimpering as it try to overcome my body from the fear of the inexperienced lifestyle.

My summer wasn’t the best but I had fun. First off I came back from a vacation in Custer. I came home on June 2, 2015. When I returned home, I decided I go get a job for the summer so I won’t be too bored and start to think negatively. I went to city park a lot during the summer because some of my friends and I were playing basketball. I also didn’t like that I had to deal with my mom being in the hospital. She was in a very bad condition until finally she got to come home and now I’m just putting stress on her.

In my four years of my high school experience, I was not excited to go to school or even be at school due to the long days, but at the end of the day, I was really excited to attend a place

The opposite of depression is note happiness, but vitality. And that was vitality that seemed to seep away from me in that moment. Everything there was to do seemed like too much work. And one of the things that often gets lost in discussions of depression is that you know it’s ridiculous. You know it’s ridiculous while you’re experiencing it. You know that most people manage to go through their daily routines and it’s not a big deal and yet you are nonetheless in its grip and you are unable to figure out any way around it. And so I began to feel myself doing less and thinking less and feeling less.

On July 4th, I went into the local Wal-Mart near my home located 13490 Beach Blvd

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.

We got in the car excited of what would come next. I knew this year would be better than last year. Me and my brothers set our goal for how many tickets we would earn. When the desired moment finally arrived we got out of the car, and walked through the parking lot. The cold breeze up against our shoulders like diving into a pool with a frigid temperature, I mean, after all, it was Christmas day. When we opened the double doors to the building we saw it, the big shiny metal door, and we all got overjoyed.

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.

When I reminisce regrading my life over the past six years. How I conquered some of my seemingly unfeasible goals. Like passing the General Education Development exam and enrolling into college. When I was younger never fully understood the importance of an education until now. Despite the multitudinous times my parents and high school teachers would stress the importance of having an education. My senior year of high school is when I dropped out. With much procrastination and self-doubt earning my high school diploma and enrolling into college are my life’s most rewarding experiences.

When I was seven years old my mom use to paint people's houses, fences and everything you name it. I used to go with my mom whenever she had to go to someones house and paint my mom did this for extra money in the pocket. One time when I went with my mom to this guy’s house to paint his fence in the area. While my mom was painting I would hang out in the house with the guy and his wife. When my mom was done, I went into the car, then I had saw the guys dog. I asked the guy if I could pet the dog while they were talking and the guy said I could. I then stepped on the dogs foot when I was petting it. Next thing I know I have the dog’s teeth in my cheek and feel my mom pull me away and see the guy pull his dog away. I was bleeding all the way

There have been plenty of times in my life when I’ve been happy, but one is a specific period. This period was between 2001-2013 and in this period is when I was born and when my uncle died. When my uncle was alive, I had some of the happiest moments of my life. He taught a lot of things and how to be lose in life like how to not worry about everything. When he died it didn’t just affect me but my whole immediate family too.

I remember it was back on my first day of freshman year. At the time I was very young, immature and perhaps a bit cocky in what I expected from myself in high school. I was very shy being homeschooled up to that point, and I really was quite unprepared for this and even though I knew it deep down, I was determine to not let it show. I was going to be the greatest student that Skyview Academy had ever seen. I remember opening the door of locker number 755. It was my first time using such a locker that wasn’t installed in the changing room of some rec center and it was actually quite exciting to have one of my own to use for whatever I wanted. Being in such a building at that point was daunting on its own. Since I had been homeschooled my whole