Personal Narrative Analysis

Throughout the past year I went through a great deal of undertakings that caused me to become more experienced with my skills and how to overcome various challenges. These really built up my character and the way I am today. In all aspects, this past year consisted of going to Killington, Vermont, my brother going into the Air Force, meeting him in Texas for his graduation of basic training, completing a double backflip on a trampoline, landing a front flip on flat ground, accomplishment of a 2 ½ front flip on a diving board, getting 2nd at leagues, and competing in districts. All of these activities have advanced me in a skill or challenged me to an extent.

During my pregnancy I envisioned what it might be like to be a mother; I imagined that I would have a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, just like I did as a child. I imagined someone calling me mom, watching them take their first steps and letting them have chocolate cake for breakfast. I expected that we would be able to relate to each other, I would teach her (or him) things, and we would grow into friends as my mom and I have. My beautiful son Aries Jayden was born in Edmonton, Alberta at the Royal Alexandra Hospital, on September 18th 2003 at 1:38 am by emergency caesarean. The doctor and other staff realized that something was different about Aries the moment he was born. Aries did not cry and had one eye open and one eye shut.

January 31, 2015, is a date I will never forget, that day my angel was born. Her name is Patrice Penelope Harris, I was so happy I couldn’t hold my tears back. When I first found out I was pregnant I wasn’t the happiest girl in the world, my daughter’s dad (Will) and I were not getting along for nothing in the world. We found out June 8th, I told him that I had been feeling sick for about 2 weeks and that we should take a test together. Well, of course, he had his reservations about being the dad because we weren’t together at the time but I assured him that he was indeed the father. So after going to the pharmacy, we bought a test and went back to his place.

For many, their formative years have a large influence on who they become as adults. This can happen in many different ways including new experiences, discovering a new sport or hobby, and uncovering what they are passionate about. For me, this was falling in love with a new language from a very young age and becoming very interested in the culture that was associated with it.

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.

Failure is truly negative if we choose to not learn from it. When we face setbacks and difficulties, we are given golden opportunities to grow as people. Learning from our shortcomings makes us wiser, stronger, and unveils a chance to turn an undesirable outcome into a building block of character. My hockey career has been a sinusoidal trail of highs and lows, but I always learned from the downturns.

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.

Being raised by a grandmother with Stage 2 Alzheimer’s and Stage 3 Breast Cancer, a father with chronic asthma, and having a mother with Internal Shingles, there was a point in my life where I thought that I was going to lose everyone that I loved. Even though I did lose my grandmother, the best thing I saw was when she had passed away with a smile, because I knew everything was going to be okay and that she was happy with the life that she lived. But, one of the greatest obstacles that I had to face happened at a time where I question who I was and my purpose on this earth. In high school, I discovered a gift that I never thought I had, the ability to manipulate the English language in a manner of unraveling a mind rather that slapping a set

There are many pains the human body can experience and still withstand; one of the most excruciating is childbirth. Although it may bring large amounts of pain for moments, the final creation produces more unexplainable happiness than could ever be imagined. While there are dozens of old wives-tales about birthing a baby, none can prepare a mother of any age for the experience of not only having but raising a child. Many people have attempted to study the bond between and mother and their child, but none have ever been able to successfully produce an origin for this relationship. The love I have for my son and my son has for me is such a resilient relationship. Carrying, birthing, raising, and loving him has been a never-ending experience like no other, and even at the age of twenty four, my “Roo” (Myron)

Everyone will experience a death in their life at least once whether it’s a family member or friend, they will react to it differently and has to grieve in their own way. Death isn't something that someone looks forward too, so watching someone go from healthy, to where they can barely walk or talk on their own isn’t easy. But getting a lesson out of someones death takes away some of the pain, and helps you move on.

I have always loved school, from my first day of kindergarden to my first day of high school and almost everyday in between. I always excelled in school, even though I moved around a lot. I had already been to four different elementary schools by the time I was in the fourth grade, and one more for half a year in sixth grade. I had a rough childhood aside from all of the moving. Growing up my life was never really normal. I had two moms, which nowadays isn’t that big of a deal, but 15 years ago it was. My life was fairly good until I was about five or six when my moms got a divorce. At the time I didn't know it but it was at that point that my life started to change forever. After the divorce my parents went to court for custody and one of

Traditional wisdom and modern science both argue for a full sleep schedule for all ages, but, more importantly, a sleep schedule of approximately nine hours for teenagers. Even rest outside of sleep is held as being of utmost importance, since “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” However, there are points in a person’s life, especially for the modern teen seeking advanced placement after secondary school, where it is considered reasonable to trade some amounts of rest for extra work. But I, the idealistic teenager I am, rejected the word “some” as being too compatibilist for my taste and, instead, challenged Jack for the position as dullest, yet highest graded, boy.

Until I began high school, I wasn't interested in trying to understand my academic potential. Like many people, I accepted that I was not suited for scholastics and didn’t put effort into my studies. I glided by in my early teens, and my mediocre grades reflected my indifference for school. By the time middle school ended, my grades had fluctuated so much that my teachers recommended me for normal-level classes. As an underachiever, I was fine with the demotion from honors classes, but chose not to tell my parents about my having authorized it. I did confess later, when I was much older, and as I guessed, they were not as amused as I was. Even then, they knew what I was capable of. Fortunately, after approving the termination of my high-level

The entire day at school I told everyone about my new brother, and I even showed my friends the pictures of him. I was so excited to see him. After school was over, my grandma picked me and my sister up from school and drove us to the hospital. We went to my mom’s room, and my dad met us there.

In early 1977, the world as I knew it was slowly dissolving. My beloved grandfather became gravely ill, and transgressed to the next realm in August of 1981. This was a very dark difficult period for my family. The happiest days of my life were spent with my grandparents. It became extremely difficult to concentrate and control my emotions during this period. On June 6, 1984, the joy of my life was birthed into this world, my son. His birth signaled a new journey for me, setting a solid foundation for the rest of my life. I was a newly minted wife and mother with different responsibilities for the care and lives of two other people. This foundation helped me to deal with the blow of my grandmother transgressing from brain cancer less than one month after the birth of my son. My