Personal Narrative-Analysis

On the about last week of March, I, Sgt. A. Walton confiscated an unauthorized Casio G-Shock Gray/Black/Light Blue in color watch that was sent to Nottaway Correctional Center by Offender C. Barker #1421016 family member.

I hope I will not make you feel uncomfortable what I am about to write you in this message. But I been have these naughty sexual fantasy about you and I know you don't want to read about it, but here's it goes. The telephone rings ten minutes after midnight and you were on the other end of the phone, start to flirt on the phone. Saying you can't sleep come over so we could talk about our togetherness, I say okay I will walk to your home. So I walk to this apartment complex where you stayed, ring the door ring, you open the door grab me pull me in your apartment complex, and start kissing as you shut the door as you have me against the door. I say I thought you wanna talk, you say I just said that to get you here, after moments later we was

For my artwork, I tried to create a manifestation of my idea on the harmful impact of technology, specifically it’s impact on nature. I had expressed this idea in numerous different ways. I had started with the sun. It was replaced with an Apple logo, but what I was really trying to represent was artificial vs natural. The Apple logo represented the idea of big tech companies, giving us things like artificial lights. This idea was shown in a more obvious way when looking at the trees. These trees were just robots with twigs attached to them, replacing the very basic natural tree. Similarly, I had shown an airplane head to head with a bird, which was upside down, the airplane had beaten the bird. Other pictures expressed different ideas, but

Imagine of being born and grew-up without having communication in your country. Back in my childhood life, I created a massive of problems with my parents, teachers, and even friends which made me felt lachrymose. Could not understand why my parents and teachers were outraged that I can feel being discriminated, abused, and humiliated. Not learning to speak and understand English until I became six. However, I spoke a couple of languages, Vietnamese and Chinese though. As a child, the time when I lived with my grandma for a while, she first taught how to speak Chinese. And when I move to live with my mom, she starts lecturing me on speaking Vietnamese. As I began proceeding to Preschool, these two languages stuck between my head. Still,

Throughout the semester I have developed an understanding for the spiritual disciplines; silence, solitude, and Sabbath; which has taught me how to live an intention Christ-centered life. The disciplines have not only helped my personal daily life, but they have also helped me better understand Christ himself. I can, without a doubt, say that I know that God gave us the gifts of spiritual disciplines to help guide us in the crazy culture we live in. I have gained a new appreciation for the maker of our world as He has gone out of His way to love on us, and all He asks us in return to practice disciplines and grow closer to him. The disciplines have have taught me that seeking God is about more than just saying a prayer before bed. Instead, it is practicing the disciplines and seeing His faithfulness through the actions. My practice of silence has taught me that the world is a loud place full of so many distractions. This specific practice has helped me seek God, in a deep way, by committing to listening to him in silence rather than wondering why I could never here him in the midst of the crowds. My practice of solitude has become a sort of Bible study time for me. A time to be alone and remember all the good our King has done and will continue to do for us. My practice of Sabbath has helped me start of each week with a positive outlook. Surprisingly it has also given me a deeper understanding of academics as well as it forces me to get my homework done before my day of

I remember one time I studied for countless number of hours on a test while I avoided my phone's constant buzzing, going straight home instead ongoing to Dunkin Donuts with friends, and blocking myself from my daily dose of social media like Facebook and Tumblr. I wrapped a piece of cloth with "fighting" written on it to my head and slapped myself to stay awake. I poured my blood, sweat, and tears until my textbooks and notes were drenched in with the combination of hard work. On the day of the test, I scribbled my answers and prayed to the time gods to give me more time. My handwriting went from legible to almost near hieroglyphic-like. When the bell rang, it signaled the end of the race. I dropped my pencil to the desk and I walked out

At the age of four, I was living with my mother while she was a single parent. Back then, I was very cautious and an introverted child. I was afraid of many unknown things and I would never open myself up to anything new. This all changed once I met my stepfather, he showed me a new and more outgoing way to approach life.

My personal narrative, or anyone’s personal narrative, never seems to make sense to anyone who gets the opportunity to read. Of course, the reader can relate to what is written, but maybe not in the same exact way of what the writer is meaning. I’ve always been fascinated with how people think, react, or way of living, but never so fascinated with my own in the same way as other people. I like to study how someone can think a certain way that’s totally different to mine, but when I think to myself personally, I like to think it’s my own personal book, art, etc. So, when I think of my life so far, I never think it’s worth writing down, drawn maybe, but never written down. Also, why focus on what’s already happened anyway? Why not focus on what

“Quirky,dynamic,compassionate,supportive and safe is the Ozone community” says Nicole Baskin, Crisis Line and Volunteer Coordinator. At the door I was welcomed with a “Hello or How are you doing” from a staff member wearing jeans,t-shirt,and sneakers. That attire reflexes the homey and energetic environment the Ozone community embodies and provides for at risk youth. A safe place and real support is the Ozone motto. First they offer food ,drink, shower, or laundry to attend to basic needs. They build rapport,using the term youth instead of child to respect that adolescence and childhood are not alike. They teach life skills through assessing what the individual would like to get out of the program and what are their personal goals to ensure

Every night, right at sunset, my grandchildren gather in the middle of the crannoga, where we live as a family. Made of woven sticks, a mixture of cracked mud and straw made of grain, our housing brought back many memories of the battle long ago, seeing I still lived in the same house as I did before I left for battle. All fifteen of my grandchildren sat, wide eyed, and ears alert as I tell them of the Battle of Revenge between our tribe of the Ardith and the opposing tribe of the Holt.

I woke up feeling tired. I turned over to see the red lights that read 5:45 A.M. Way too early for me. I got out of bed and walked over to the kitchen to open the fridge. Choosing yogurt for my breakfast as I opened my laptop to check tumblr. After scrolling through my dash and finishing my choice of breakfast, I got ready, checked to see if I had everything I needed, and made my way to the car— where my mom was waiting.

The summer of 2016 my brother was 18 months old, and he got sick. First he had a bad cold that stayed for three weeks, and his cough started to get worse, and he started to sound like a dog, and he couldn't keep anything down, and every time he tried to talk or say something he would cough. He had no appetite. He had a 103 temp.

I remember countless instances throughout my childhood when I would hide behind my grandfather’s legs, hoping no one would notice me. The shy girl in the corner? That was me. A perfectly capable child, I had a debilitating terror of being confronted by another person, no matter how small or how friendly. I was content to stay in the shadows, to learn the world by myself and away from everyone’s scrutiny.

Do you know what you want to do when you’re older? It can be hard deciding because everyone pressures you to do the best, but remember that no job is ever permanent. Im still young, but I think that at my age, I should already have ideas of what I want to do/become. The things that I do on a daily basis should somewhat lead me to the thing I want to most. Years ago, I used to say that I want to become a teacher, but now I think I know what I want to do and I hope that I’m successful enough to fulfill this dream; I want to travel the world. Even though I haven't been to many places, my goal is to go almost everywhere once I'm educated enough, and when I have enough money. Travelling somewhere new and learning about the different places excites me!

As the bright sky fades into darkness, layers of torrential rain begin to fall and the wind accelerates to form a violent tornado that swallows everything in its path. Lightning irradiates the sky and raging rumbles of thunder follow. Floods and mudslides fill the land. No life will survive, nor will any house. No one knows how long this storm will last. As time goes by, the storm eventually subsides and a bright sun illuminates the sky; revealing the disastrous results. The land is filled with debris and remnants of houses and buildings, but there is only one thing that persevered through the storm. It is a boulder of magnificent size, which neither moved an inch nor eroded. This boulder is a mirror image of myself. After taking so many hits