Personal Narrative-Appreciative Analysis

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

Paper vs. pixel? In this case I have to go old school, I personally say paper is NOT dead. While I tend to embrace most things that technology has to offer, I have not embraced the digital text fully yet, at least for reading text. Full disclosure, I print out every single article that we need to read for this class, sit down with a highlighter and go to town. I agree with Fabr in that there is "physicality in reading." I need to hold the paper and put the highlighter on the page. When I do read on a tablet, I'm not sure I retain as deeply, as the Fabr piece contends.

Making this piece was puzzling. I am entirely a person who relies on the approval of their peers, so the process was completed with an emphasis on the people who would have to look at the work afterwards.

“Is it difficult to be granted a wish to spend a lifetime as a happy person surrounded by the people we hold dear to our heart, mom?” I asked. She gave me a response as if I was a child who still believe in the same old happy ever after tales that is often portrayed in the media, “Of course, if that is what your heart desire. Everything is possible.” At the time I was child, who though didn't believe in tall tales anymore, believed in the spoken words of my guardian and took them to heart. As I venture through life, I came upon the struggles and labors that both my parent kept quiet about. I would hear their frustration but I would only see a smile on their face. I couldn’t handle the closure anymore so I watched them closely

Growing up I always had trouble in school, but my struggle only drove me to work harder. The issues I experienced with my recall made everything school related just a tiny bit more difficult. Because of this, I had an IEP, or an Individualized Education Program, in school which gave me accommodations like extra time on assessments and classrooms with two teachers. However, even with the extra help that was offered to me, it was tough to see how others were able to succeed while they only put in half of the effort.

Of all the strange things in the world, humans are by far the strangest creatures I’ve ever observed. This is not only odd, but also ironic because I myself am human and often a subject of human curiosity. It is no secret that as a race we are intrigued by things that are different, this is the sole cause for landing on the moon and attempting to explore the deep marianas trench. Physically, I would not label myself as interesting to others, but when it comes to functional processing and interaction I typically draw attention, either that or I am completely invisible. From a very young age I have struggled with understanding things that I am subconsciously supposed to know and when I fail to remember these things it tends to complicate the flow of communication. Later on, I was

The fourth chapter is almost a continuation of chapter three. I this chapter it looks at the 50:50 nation more as a whole rather than the individuals and there almost equal views. IT first talks about sorting and how this has brought the views of polarization into new light. A few decades ago many people were of different parties, such as a democrat with some conservative views and visa versa. In years since there has been two ways to take the information from here. The first is sorting, which is a real think, it is when people are starting to identify purely as there party without many adjectives. All this does is nicely sort everyone into the respective categories. When looking through a biased polarized lenses people are not seeing the settling

I got in the car with a few books, my kindle, and phone. My mom helped me set up a place of my brother and I to charge our electronics then we started driving. It was quite while we all lived in our own worlds for a few minutes: soon after my mom showed my dad a book she listened to an audible and the silence was broken by the book for hours. I read while listening and then we were there. As time passed my brother and I had gone on many road trips and were extremely good at waiting in car to arrive at exciting areas. We stopped halfway to our eventual destination, the Redwoods.

Some of my first memories usually involve school in some way. School is a huge part of my life. Growing up in my family, I was always pushed to try really hard in school. That was never a problem because I had an internal driving force pushing me to try harder than expected of me. As I grew older, I was expected to preform well in order to get into college. However, this was a new thing asked of someone in my family. Neither one of my parents went to college, my sister and one of my older brothers didn’t get to finish high school, and my other older brother got into college but ended up not attending. When I ended up getting accepted into Columbus State for post secondary, it was a big deal to everyone in my family.

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, similar to myself 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 evolve into friends as my parents and I have. My beautiful son Aries Jayden was born in Edmonton, Alberta at the Royal Alexandra Hospital, on September 18th 2003 at 1:29 am by emergency caesarean. Aries did not cry as most babies do when they first come in to the world. The doctor realized that something was different about Aries the moment

I received my high school diploma in June of 2009 and told myself that I would take a year off school. That year turned into seven before I made the choice to attend Southeast Tech. I have wanted to work with children for many years, and decided a few years ago to pursue a career with younger children. I enrolled in the Early Childhood program in Spring 2016. Ever since I can remember I have had issues with nervousness and allowing that to hold me back. There have been numerous times in my life that I have allowed anxiety to keep me from bettering my life. Maybe, it better to refer to it as an excuse because that’s what it usually feels like. I still feel anxious relatively often but I have realized that if I give things time I become more and more comfortable. I think that I have learned to yell over the inner voices that tell me I can’t do something.

Go Kierra,Go Keke,Clapping and cheering is all I can hear. June 10,2017 the day I walked across the stage with tears of joy I can say one of the best days of my life. People doubted me in so many ways. Through the journey I️ worked hard and made many sacrifices. I️ ended the school year strong. Every outstanding grade I️ received felt amazing that year. Just because I️ knew I️ was making my family proud.

After a diagnosis of a brain tumor, my mother contemplated an abortion. However, my traditional grandmother who held strong convictions against the killing of any life, advocated to keeping the baby, which saved my life. This fact was unknown to me until I overheard a conversation between my mother and a relative. Upon hearing this, my self-esteem collapsed. I felt the need to overcompensate for any disappointment that I might have unintentionally caused. Any reassurance from my family did not comfort me because deep down I knew I was unwanted. My parents already had two “perfect” children, so my role in the family was questionable and at my lowest point, I even battled suicidal thoughts. It was a fight that I never knew I would face.

I am a native american living in 1540. Many other tribes around me have been conquered by the spanish. I fear that I will have to fight for my family soon. I’m just 13 and everyday I hunt and grow crops.

Someone once told me newborns are A little bit of heaven sent down to earth. When I first learnt I was pregnant with twins I had many doubts in my ability of being a mother, knowing that I might not be able to provide for them scared me. But at the same time the idea of giving life to another human and watching it grow up gave me an unexplainable thrill. My excitement definitely got the best of me in the months leading up to their birth, decorating the nursery in pinks and blues with two cradles on opposite sides of the room. As I sat in the nursery watching the dream catcher hanging from the top of the window sway in the wind back and forwards, back and forwards, I began to think of all the opportunity I have to give my children the perfect