Personal Narrative-Analytic Analysis

This project was specifically done well because in the group we each played and equal role and did the part that we were best at. Our project was based on a retelling of the story in which the Mariner went to a man about to kill a bird and then informed the man on his wrong doings. The moral of the story we used for the project was not the explicitly stated one but rather we picked an alternative one that the story supported because it fit our situation better. The project was in the form of a drawing movie, in which there are pictures being drawn with narration and music in the background. This assignment specifically represents the ability I have to work in groups and effectively create finished product that is of quality. Working well in groups is a very important skill to have because in both Biomedical and Biology degrees there is a lot of group work (e.g. labs, research projects) that will only get done through a collective effort. In the real world, there will always be a time frame I will have to work on, and this project gave good practice because we were budgeted only one week for the whole project. Going back to the assignment itself, the project involved creating something that presented an alternative moral to the story. Such thinking allowed us to express a deeper understanding of the text because it forced us to go back to the text and find evidence for an alternative moral than the one stated in the story. This type of thinking is important to the field of Biology because it will be important to question the results of experiments in order to come to the proper conclusion. Also, such thinking allows for more thorough and accurate explanations, as there is always an alternative way at looking at a

I swallowed the cool air and aroma of the summer's morning dew into my hollowed lungs, with the hope to fill them with something as to eliminate the feeling of lonesomeness. At the same time, that lonesomeness was nervousness, but newfound self-confidence had a similar feeling. My palms were clammy and pink as I wondered who would come into my life. Yet I had no desire to develop a new relationship with someone, I only wished to seclude myself with the untouched wilderness. I was young, and I discovered many things while I was at summer camp that helped me grow intellectually. It was solely the minds of others from foreign lands that intrigued me the most. I sought after new philosophies that would aid me in this search for what I wanted to do with my

Writing has been something that we have always had to do in school. My writing process and techniques have changed drastically since I have entered Writing 1310. When I first set foot into the classroom, I was a good writer, but I didn’t know format too well. As I went through the class, I improved on my writing skill, process, and format. In this paper, I am going to discuss my improvements in skill and my writing process, as well as the changes I have made throughout this course.

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,

As a child, reading was an activity that I loved and grasped from the moment I opened my eyes and saw the world around me; one full of big letters, long syllables, descriptive words, and jazzy sentences that combined to create exhilarating descriptions of everything I would come across in my thrilling adventures. From the earliest stages of my life to my first simple words, to recognizing how a colorful picture matched the plot of a story, I grew, developed, and spent time with the wonderful people around me whom I was blessed to call my uncles, aunts, and cousins. They had spent hours upon hours pouring their time into teaching me the arduous process of reading, instructing everything they could about sounds, syllables, pronunciation, and

For whatever length of time that I can recollect, as a youngster, I was raised to trust that a man ought to be the lord of his stronghold. When I was five years of age, that announcement turned into a tale to me. I felt the Judas kiss the day my father left. His rule has finished as ruler of his stronghold. He surrendered his crown and deserted his kingdom. For the duration of my life, not having a father made me push real positive examples away and not having any desire to trust men with my heart as a result of his treachery, however with the greater part of my issues, I in the end figured out how to trust people once more.

Kerri remembers. “And if you’re going to leave home,you might as well come to the best.” The role it plays is that you can accomplish anything.

Back when I first came to Canada my parents put me into a day camp because they did not have enough time to take care of me. It was a nice camp but It not very culturally diverse, the population of the kids consisted of: White - 80%, Black - 16%, and Asian - 4%. Which was not bad, however...out of those kids I was the only one who did not speak English. In the beginning it was fine, I played with a different kid every day and was generally ignored, but I was new and didn't mind. However about a week in the little problems started. I would walk past a group of kids and they'd start giggling, or I would try to play with some kids but they would run from me or make faces at me while screaming insults (which I did not understand, but knew what

I looked in our mortar and pestle--yuck! Green glop, complete with sesame seeds and puffed rice. This was traditional green tea? When we were called to try drinking it, I felt I looked as green as the “tea” itself. As far as field trips and culture went, I liked the other Hakka (an indigenous Taiwanese people, culture, and language) museums and crafts better. For one, we didn’t have to eat anything else we created, such as traditional textiles. As glad as we all were for the outing, on that day, my classmates and I were happy to return to our regular lessons. I was especially excited for our daily quiz; our teacher was an artisan by hobby, and she had promised a special gift to the three students with the highest number of perfect scores at

Each project had its own uniqueness and required us to think differently at each step. My favorite project was 30-20-10. It was the first project I had to do , and it had the most work. It was a really time consuming project but it was worth the time it took. I was never too good at photography and I was really nervous when i got to know that the first part of the project involved clicking pictures of patterns around the campus. I had so many mixed feelings but I was determined, and I wanted to do really well. I remember spending a whole day just walking around the campus, trying to find the perfect patterns and giving my best at clicking good photographs. What I also liked a lot about this project was that we had the freedom to choose how we wanted to display our

Since my project had an emotional pull for me, I payed more attention to what I was learning and absorbed more. I learned a lot about my family history while making this project. My project focused on my grandfather's experience as a Jewish WWII soldier. It was very fascinating to research my grandpa. I got a better understanding of what it was like being a soldier during WWII. I was able to also learn the soldiers' perspectives and what information they were told about the war.

In our society a child is anyone that wholly depends on the parent or guardian do to anything. This includes eating, clothing, and also walking. Personally my childhood began when I was born to an age around 12 years old. During this time there were a lot of transitions that have been taking place in my body. This transition includes physical and also mental. The physical part is the obvious growth of different parts of my body. At this period of time my body was very active in healing and growth in height wise. Mentally as a child everything was just thinking and solving them in a childish manner. There was nothing done out of purpose. Crying was a daily thing in which I used it as a way to avoid being sent or Just as a way to ask for everything that I wanted.

I vividly remember a project where we had to design a restaurant menu, and make an advertisement for our restaurant. These memories are filled with laughter and wide smiles from everyone in the group. Then, in seventh grade, we started focusing on Mini Model Congress. Here, I realized my passion for debate, and law. We developed our own bills, and took a trip to the state house we were simulated the passing of a bill. Experiences like these not only made me happy, but they peaked my interest in areas that I otherwise would have never

and she told me she doesn’t like people who tried to influence him about other God or don’t respect her religion and her God.

As you grow older sometimes you begin to wonder what it would feel like to be a child again. With rules or serious responsibilities that can keep you up at night. Or you don't have to worry about what college to go to without people judging you. Regardless of what you decide to do you’re going to age no matter what. However, just because you grow older, doesn't mean you can't be a kid at heart. My biggest example of this is when I first went to DisneyWorld with my family the Summer of 2014.