Personal Narrative Analysis

From the moment I was able to tie my shoes and button my jacket, I knew I wanted to be a doctor. While all my classmates at the La Petite Academy made macaroni trees and smiley faces, I drew myself with a stethoscope curing a poor man with the cold. Every year in elementary school, we had career day. Never straying from my love to helping others I wanted to be a surgeon one year, to a dentist the next, and even an obstetrician, I changed my mind quickly once I found out what they did. Looking back on my childhood, I always had a connection with animals and always loved being around them. Early mornings I would open our nearly frozen-shut windows listening to the birds calling. Beside from the squawking of the crows, I heard a soft, pleasant yet curious bird call. It stuck out to me

I was convinced at one point in my life that I wouldn't graduate high school, let alone get a college degree. I grew up in a broken home, where there was physical, emotional, mental, and sexual abuse. This all had a tremendous affect on me as a young girl, well into my teenage years, and early adult hood, and significantly impacted the choices I made for myself at the time. I moved out of my home at the age of 15 after my mother remarried, I went to live with a friend which I thought at that time was a great idea. It wasn't long after that I began smoking marijuana, doing cocaine, drinking and taking rohypno. I was hanging out with all the wrong people, and I stopped going to school for over a month my junior year. One morning after I had drank

By the time I reached Kindergarten and started my middle childhood years I already possessed several gross and fine motor skills. A few of these gross motor skills which I possessed were the ability to catch a ball, climb a flight of stairs without help, and the ability to stand on one foot for a given amount of time. A few of my fine motor skills were the ability to draw shapes, cut on a straight line, and to color within the designated lines. Upon entering Kindergarten I had an accident where I cut off the tip of my right index finger. I had to keep my finger bandaged for the first nine weeks of Kindergarten therefore it delayed a few of my fine motor skills. By the end of Kindergarten and the beginning of my 1st grade year I learned fine

When I made the decision to go to school to obtain my LPN, I was twenty-four years old. I was married with a 3 year old child and worked full time as a Certified Nursing Assistant with Hospice. My husband worked in the union but due to plants closing down in our area, he was laid off, and I was the main financial support for my family. I knew things were not going to be easy but I was determined to be successful, not only for me but for my family. I began the process of enrolling in November 2009 and was all set to begin school in April of 2010. I was beyond excited for this journey to begin. I had a wonderful support system, not only at home but with my co-workers as well and I knew nothing was standing in my way. Fast forward to December

Growing up, my parents and I always took the time to read stories together. Before bed, before school, while playing with dolls in the bathtub. Fiction and nonfiction stories alike taught me about both the physical, literal world around me, and the world I could create in my own mind when I needed to find comfort. It was through the works of fiction, however, that I learned despite the hardships of life, I could disappear into a world I could mold however I pleased.

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.

The pixies leader looked at the quartz and garnets with interest. He flew closer and picked up a medium size quartz crystal and bit into to to check whether is was real or not. Once he was satisfied he agreed.

I was born on July 24, 2003 in Stuart, FL. I’ve lived in the same house in Palm

Essentially anyone with influence in the region who had a stake in security was encouraged to attend, and we know of course that the insurgency is included in anyone with influence. Of course, the type of target that presents is monumental, but naturally we would not make it easy for the enemy. It would still be nowhere near easy to target the District Center just by our application of basic techniques; blocking positions, perimeter defenses, access control, observation and vigilance. It would have been easy to feel less than confident going into such a patrol, but we were the opposite. We had left no stone unturned and our Platoon was confident.

One of my reasons that lead me to the decision of transferring from my current institution is the mere fact that I feel limited in my current degree program. The class selections that are tailored specifically for my major are very restrictive. There simply aren’t many classes offered. When it comes to registering for classes I see the same few classes time and time after again. I want to be at an institution as a prestigious as yours that offers a plethora of classes that are related to my major. Although there are specific core classes you have to take, your institution provides vast selections to choose from, unlike my current one.

Northwestern has already played a massive role in my development as a learner. Starting in fifth grade I took an Astronomy summer class with the Center for Talent Development program. I was hooked! I continued to take CTD courses throughout middle school. Having a group of likeminded classmates fostered a passion for science that catapulted me into AP courses in High School. Northwestern attracts a student community that I want to be a part of.

Season three of my life I would have to say is the best so far but I pray that it gets better. Once I graduate from High School I went right to work. I had moved out of my sister and I was finally independent. I got a small apartment downtown Los Angles, CA. I got my first real job working at Boeing in the mailroom in Long Beach. Her son worked in the wireless industry selling cellphone in Canoga Park. Canoga Park was a big change for me. It was a great environment that I can to love. I fell in love with this environment because everyone was in charge of his or her own destiny. For the first time in my life I felt hope. I could make as much money that I wanted to and I love that. I also loved the environment because I was around so many other

A loud noise pierced through the undisturbed silence. It was something fresh to the community for it had never, been heard by me, or anybody else. Everything is coming back the memories, the rules of no books, and time.

I moved here when I was three and I quickly found friends. With my spare time, I enjoy hanging out with my friends, playing on my trumpet, playing my piano and reading. I’m currently reading Harry Potter for the sixth time and watching all of the movies with my dad for the second.

I have an addiction to winning. Victory means out playing my opponent with my fighting skills. Victory means satisfaction. I have won thousands of matches in Super Smash Brothers, and I have learned the ins and outs of the game: when to edgeguard and when to punish my opponent’s mistakes. However, I was not always a talented Smash player like I am today . I started out like any beginner, and refined my skills by competing in tournaments and learning from those who were more experienced than me in the game.