Personal Narrative Analysis

While in 8th grade, my oldest brother would be going to highschool next year. Deciding where to go to High School took a long time for him. He finally decided to go to Rockhurst after a long debate between Miege. Then, 3 years later in 6th grade, my While in 6th grade and my other older brother in 8th grade, he would be going to highschool next year. As well, he decided to go to Rockhurst. At that point, it hit me. I knew that I wanted to go to Rockhurst after seeing both of my brothers get accepted and attend there. During the spring of my 7th grade year, I went to see my oldest brother graduate from Rockhurst. I listened to the commencement speech that one of the seniors had made up, and I knew that at this point I wanted to graduate from Rockhurst like my brother. Hearing all the different

My dad just came home from work and he was going through the mail when he came across the letter from the AAP ( Advanced Academic Program) council. Meanwhile, I was watching TV when I was informed about my selection. As a family we discussed to attend the orientation at the base school and the AAP school. After attending both sessions we had another discussion at home as to which school to pick. Throughout the whole summer we debated on which school to pick and I had to convince my parents to stay at the base school instead of going to the AAP school. My parents had their reasons to go to the AAP school, but I had my reasons to stay at my base school.

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 the summer before my senior year I was pressed with the question of where to go to school. I put a lot of pressure on myself to choose a school that I would enjoy, knowing that I would spend at least four years at the institution that I end up attending. My parents also pressured me to make a right decision because they were worried I would rule out certain schools that might be perfect for me. When it came down to applying I narrowed my list down to about 8 but because of my parent’s persistence and the fact that they were free made me apply to a couple of schools I would have otherwise never applied to. One of these schools was Campbell. If I told the past me that I would end up at a small Baptist university I would

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.

I wanted to prove to them and everyone that I was worth the time, and breath for that matter. After feeling like I was a nothing, I realized that I had one of two choices; I could sit back and decide to give up because of them, just like they thought I would, or I could blow their minds with my ability to conform to this higher standard. I carefully considered my options and realized that not only had my parents raised me with the bad trait of needing praise, but they had also raised me too be tough and fight for what I wanted. At this point in time I had finally realized that all that my parents did for me throughout my life was to prepare me for moments and choices like these. In this very large step of my life, I realized that It was necessary to not give up.

Just like *meow*... and then * pew, pew*... she's gone. Just like *snap* that. Gone in an instant. She lived a long, great 43 years. But who am I? I'm her daughter. We were very close, and we shared many memories from the time i was born up until now. For example, the time I was 7, i'm 15 now, and i was learning to be polite and ask humans for food by looking cute. On the first day my mom taught me, she went first and sge did it with ease. Then it was my turn. I went up to a child and looked as cute as i could. Just as the child was about to pet me, this bigger human, I guess it was his mother, came over and kicked me. Me and my mom ran away together back home and told me, '' See, Amilyee, I told you not to go to that human, but you went anyway and look what happened!" she laughed. Then, she took me to get a cone of ice cream from The Cat's Pawlor to make me feel better. SHe ordered my favorite ice cream flavor, Mother's Milk. and all was right again.

It was eighth grade year and the time came to decide what school I would be attending for the next four years at the high school level. At the time, I was attending a small catholic elementary school, Regina Coeli, where there were only twenty students in my class. There was no high school to directly advance to from Regina Coeli, once you finished your eighth grade year you split off from everyone else and were forced to choose the high school in which you would attend. Who knew going to high school was going to be a significant change for me environmentally and academically.

The director of the program said that everyone would have to repeat the previous class that we had already completed, because we were not old enough to advance. I was very upset about this arrangement that had been made, because I was eagerly looking forward to taking a new class and trying out a new type of boat that summer. A few days after I had heard the disappointing news, I realized that I was about a year older than the majority of my current class. As a result of this, I asked if I would be eligible to join the class. Not everyone, just me. Asking this question resulted in being a very smart choice, because I was able to join the class. However, none of my friends qualified to enroll in this group. I was conflicted, but I had to make the best decision for me. I decided to join the class, and I grew to be a much better sailor that

My seventh grade year, I signed up to do UIL science at my school. I finished the test and went to go give it to the monitor who told me that I shouldn’t turn it in early. So I waited, looked over my test, and changed some answers and eventually she let some people go. Being the introverted child that I was at that time, I was too embarrassed and didn’t turn my test in until I was the last person in the room. Since it was the last test of the day, when I went back to the cafeteria where all of the students had been loitering, no one was there. None of my teachers were there either and I tried to look for the bus. At one point in my looking I remembered that I had left my bag in the cafeteria and I had to go back and look for it. I eventually

It was about two weeks before summer school was over, and one of the teachers told me that I didn't have to take a test. In summer school if you had completed all your assignments with passing grade they you would be able to move up to the next grade level. When my instructor for the summer told me that I was excited I felt like I could do anything but only if I stay focused. I ran home that day and told my mother that I had passed summer school. She told me “That's good well I guess you can go to camp this summer.” I was excited, I worked hard all summer on my academics and I was rewarded by being able to go to

From 1999 to early 2004, my life in Guamuchil, Sinaloa, was a routine one. I was born to two hard working parents, constantly surrounded by family as most of us lived within short walking distance of each other. This routine life, however, was turned upside down when my dad was laid off from his job. After years of financially struggling and contemplating our family’s future, my dad’s job loss was the push that finally motivated my parents to relocate us in hopes of a better life. Being a five-year old, I didn’t completely understand what our move meant until I found myself in a strange country with an equally strange language. Once I began school, my constant frustration was not being able to communicate with the other children. Making friends

White-water rafting here we come, yes, the whole family and I are vacationing in Colorado and the kids are pumped they’re now old enough to join in on their first trip down the thrilling San Miguel River (we have twin boys and they just turned 10-years old and that the minimum age requirement for this beginner, but challenging trip and they’re committed to pulling their weight by participating in the demanding paddling that is required), of course it gives us peace of mind to know we’ll have a professional guide assisting us as we maneuver our way through the wild rapids for about 3-hours worth of a long lasting memory.

North, South, East, West. Where I’m from is not just a word or phrase. Where I’m from creates a paragraph, an essay of mysteries I’m still trying to figure out now. My mother was born up Northeast in Washington D.C., and my father was born Southwest in Oklahoma. Some of my family still remains there, but others trekked to other cities such as New York City and San Diego, making vacation decisions difficult. Should I go out West to visit my cousins? Or should I go North to visit my grandparents? Although most of my family comes from everywhere, most of my culture comes from the United States. No, I have never been outside of the country before until this recent Spring Break. “What makes me different than any other American then?”, you may ask. Yes. Both of my parents are predominately black, but that isn’t what makes up who I am.