Personal Narrative Analysis

Kevin and I stepped into a whole new world in the fall of 2009. We began our degree program at Emmanuel School of Religion, which is now called Emmanuel Christian Seminary. We were working on our Masters of Arts and Religion. I was excited and nervous about going back to college. Our first day was terrifying. Kevin and I attended orientation the week prior to classes starting. There was a definite realization this academic program was going to be a challenge. However, I wanted a challenge. On the first day of class, we started with Greek. Our professor was Dr. Marwede. He opened the class with a test. He came over to my chair first and handed me a paper with a list of Greek words on it. My immediate reaction was shock, which Dr. Marwede realized I was overwhelmed by the look on my face. He told the class we could take it home as homework. Many of the students in the Greek class had previous experience with Greek; however, Kevin and I had no knowledge at all. We were overwhelmed. We were assigned five chapters and told to return the next day for a quiz with our homework.

It was the summer of 2012, my brother Ashton and I were in Hollywood, FL on vacation. We had been fishing since eight in the morning and we were bored out of our minds, so we hopped in a canoe and set off to what is the most thrilling event of my life. We were not prepared physically or mentally for what we were about to encounter.

Its been a year since I began walking these new halls with lockers on both sides of me. Although the faces that pass me look unfamiliar, i began to recognize

Neither of my parents have had the opportunity to attend college. They have experienced many struggles in their personal and professional lives because of this. However their love and sacrifice keeps me going. I devote the time and energy necessary to succeed academically despite money being tight. Not only am I focused on my education, but I have also been active in my school and community outside of the classroom. I am an active member on the student council as Vice President. I do not play any instruments, however , I love singing and so I use my vocal instrument to express myself. I joined my schools vocal choir, Vocal Ensemble during my sophomore year and have been an active member as a soprano range singer ever since. Lastly I volunteer

I lost a job and did not find another one for several months. Once I did and tried to come back I was in 2 different car wrecks with the injuries and pain I was in there was no way I would have been able to complete successfully any of my classes or have them done in a timely fashion the concussion I suffered prevented me from remembering a lot of the time as well as the pain medications in which I was placed on. I tried again once I felt fine enough to go back and then I had health issues which required me to go in for surgery not once but twice. During that time I was not able to complete the classes as well in a timely fashion not only could I not lift my arms above my head but I needed help to assist me to be able to move about and therapy

All my life I have had the opportunity to travel and broaden my horizons. I have been blessed with the ability to accumulate to different cultures and environments. From being born in Italy, moving to Japan, and now currently residing in Louisiana, I have seen more than what most others can only dream. Those three very different places are just a few of the dozens areas of the world I have traveled to, yet out of all of destinations I have visited New York City most definitely tops the list. This city is a world of it's own in my eyes. There is no other place I can see myself continuing my journey in life. It is no secret that college is a major stepping stone in the life of a young adult. It carves the path to their future. Ever since I can remember my parents have pushed me towards gaining a good

After reading, I thought about the mental health continuum and how fear, the root of anxiety, was such a universal part of the human experience. While creating the piece I thought about how anxiety blurs out reality, trapping the individual in a swirl of fearfulness and intense worries. It is not considered pathological to be a “worry wart” or a “scardey-cat.” The problem is not the presence of fear, instead it is the overwhelming, debilitating, and persistence of those fears and worries.

To my mind velocity isn’t as significant, as the weight and size of the projectile. The larger and heavier the projectile, the less deflection. That is why the larger pistol calibers are preferable. I possess no experience with bonded bullets. However, I can see how they would be a better option in shooting through laminated windscreens, if the manufacturing process claim is correct that the design will control expansion, have higher weight retention, and deeper penetration. FMJ shares some of these characteristics and therefore in theory at least, if not in practice lesser fragmentation when hitting the windshield and in turn penetration into the vehicle.

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

When i was born, i had a breathing problem, and paralyzed from head to toe. The doctor had to straped tubes to me, so I can breath properly. They have to perform operations on me, but It was unsuccessful. The doctor said, that i will die in a couple of hours. My mom and dad were shocked that was still alive in the morning. I was recovered so fast it was a miracle. A year later, i was out the hospital. 10 year laters, my parent was watching nba on tv ,while i was sleeping in my bed. Then the power went off suddenly. BOOM!! Glass broke.! I woke up and got curious where the sound came from, so i got out of bed, grab my baseball bat and went to investigative.i tiptoe into the hall wall trying not to make a sound. Then i heard a gun shots and

Robert and his father had enjoyed hiking and camping out together ever since robert was old enough to walk. Their favorite hiking trail was the Appalachian trail which stretches from Maine to Georgia. They had never walked that far of course but enjoyed the section of the trail that passed through their part of Pennsylvania.

When I was about 6 years old, I worried about what glittery shirt I would wear the next day to school. I worried about whether my 100 pack of Crayola colored pencils were sharpened. I was especially concerned about if my mom put a note in my lunch like the other moms did for their kids or not. She never did. When I turned 7 years old my priorities changed. My parents separated and I continued to live with my mother while my father left to start a new family somewhere else. I didn't even think about glitter anymore. Was this whole situation all my fault? Did I tear them apart? I was a pretty high maintenance child. I wined a lot and wanted to constantly to have their attention so I saw how I could be perceived as annoying. I didn't throw temper tantrums in public or called my mom mean names like

Growing up, I had always lived with my maternal grandparents who had taught me most of what I have learned about life. My grandfather specifically awakened the pharmacist in me. He was diagnosed with stroke when I was about 8 years old and died when I was 10 years old. He would get paralyzed often, feel numb in certain parts of his body, and have difficulty talking. My grandmother and I would take him to the hospital, but all that could be done was a simple check-up, drug prescriptions, and certain instructions on what kind of foods he could consume. We couldn’t even afford a wheel chair, so my grandmother and I would assist him from the room to the living room or the balcony for a breath of fresh air. This experience stirred a huge passion

Many cannot tell that I originally did not speak English growing up. My first language was Spanish. I saw “was” because I have more use for my English than I do Spanish. That is not to say I don’t speak it anymore, just not as much. My parents are both immigrants from Mexico and did not know any English when they came to the United States. Instead, they learned once I began to learn.

When I was seven years old, I decided to run away. My parents took away my Barbie Dreamhouse after an incident at school (which totally wasn’t my fault) landed me with a visit to the principal’s office. My bag was packed, complete with snacks and my beanie baby collection, but before I could leave the house I heard one thing that stopped me in my tracks: the sound of my mom crying. When I heard her tears over my trouble in school, bills, and my brother’s inconsistent punctuality, I suddenly didn’t want to leave anymore. I realized that I loved my family, and that I never wanted to be the reason they cried. Ever.