Personal Narrative: Before I Was Born

Starting high school can be a little scary, especially when you have no guidance from siblings, like me, being the first one from my family to have an education. But that did not stop me from succeeding, I?ve always been confident and determined. I?m an enthusiastic when it comes to trying new things. Who would have thought I was going to be a good athlete plus a book geek, when in my past years I was just a regular kid. I was pretty excited about joining a club that had a connection with high school, that way I didn?t have to start from zero, I always want to be a step ahead. Fortunately, in summer, a high school coach was recruiting freshmen for running either cross country or track, they both involve running, so I considered it like the same sport with different timing. And this is when it all started. Running

My friend ,Kendrick, is diligent and self-sufficent.He gives his best effort at everything that he does.One time Kendrick and I were at school walking to the cafeteria to have lunch. Before we opened the door to enter ,we was stopped by Mr.Douglas. Mr.Douglas was Kendrick's R.O.T.C instructor who had a high rank as sergeant major. He stopped us to talk to Kendrick about some important R.O.T.C business.

After the initial shock and awe of finding out I was pregnant after 10 years of struggling and wondering if I would ever have the baby I had been dreaming of for so long, I began to plan every detail of my birth. I found a midwife and birth center when I was 8 weeks pregnant. I hired a doula at 12 weeks. My birth plan was written and finalized at 24 weeks. Every detail was planned-I had even planned the song that would be playing when my son would make his appearance. I'm a recovering control freak.

Who am i? I am an individual who has achieved many goals despite a childhood and adolecense with much adversity. I grew up I Santa Clarita, California my child hood was realativley normal . My grandmother mary died, when I was 7 and my mother started drinking heavily . By the time I was 11 she was a raging alcoholic and was depressed most of the time. I was helpless, at the same time my father became a drug addict. As a result of her alcoholism my mother contacted cirrhosis and when I was 13 she passed away. I was devastated and too young to lose my mother.

Did you know that my grandma’s family name was originally Karlsson if you were a man and Karlsdaughter if you were a woman? When my great, great grandfather moved to America they changed it to Carlson so it would be more American. This is how they came to America.

It’s Monday, March 15 1943. Each day just gets harder, more people start getting sent to execution camps or how my parents tell my little brother, “a place that needs more workers.” I’m scared for the day it’s my parents getting called to leave, or my little bother, Ash. I know things will start to become stricter due to the Resistance fighters, me being one of them, which have been trying to get through the Muranowska Pokorna Wall. The number of German soldiers to barricade walls has increased. With the hundreds of us that attempted to escape through the wall, I was lucky I wasn’t killed and was able to get away without the Germans knowing I was part of the resistance. I know my family couldn’t handle losing me now. Both my parents are weak and they know that there time to be sent to the concentration camps is coming soon. I just hope it’s me who leaves before them. I don’t think I could take care of ash on my own. I don’t think I could make the situation we’re in seem any better than how it really is. He’s seven years old, but he’s had to grow up a lot faster than most seven year olds his age, everybody in Warsaw has. Tonight was the last night I will be staying in Warsaw, or at least that is what I am hoping for. It took a lot for my family to understand my decision to be part of the resistance. But they respect my choice now. I know it is selfish, and I know it won’t be easy. But I can’t hide anymore, I can’t wait around to be killed. I want to fight back even if it means maybe leaving behind the thing I love most in the world. The fights are

Before my birth my mom went to cleveland for college. In cleveland, she found a dude with long hair and big spaces between his teeth. Then they did the baby making. After that my mom realized that she was preggers with my by feeling sick when she went to buy candy. She has also said that before she knew that she was pregnant, that she mostly ate candy and cheese sticks. My mom craved frozen baked potatoes and skyline throughout her pregnancy. Then she told her mom about it and she freaked out. Then my mom went to several concerts with me in her belly. Later my mom came back to Cincinnati and I exited her through a vaginal birth. I was born at Good Samaritan Hospital on June 22, 2001, I weight 8.8 pounds.. My papi was there, to provide emotional

I have experienced failure many times in my life, but the one that sticks out the most to me is when I took my first ACT. Going in to the test, I knew I wanted to get a 27 or higher. That was the score a lot of colleges use as their honors score, and I thought that was a reasonable starting point. I had taken an ACT preparation course before, but that was the only studying I chose to do. Test day arrived and I was very nervous, like most people before the ACT, and I had to drive an hour to get to the test site. Four hours later, I finished my test and thought that I did pretty well and that I should have no problem reaching my goal. A couple weeks later, the test results came back and I had received a 26 on my ACT. I felt horrible. I was so

Both my grandparents on my mother’s side originated in the Netherlands. They immigrated by steamship to the United States at the beginning of the twentieth century. They were in search of religious and political freedom. Some were also hoping to find adventure, a better economic situation and the good life that the new country reportedly had to offer.

It was the scariest night of the year, but for me it was the best night of the year. I was ready to get so much candy, it would take me a year to finish it all.

“Whether your pregnancy was meticulously planned, medically coaxed, or happened by surprise, one thing is certain-your life will never be the same”(Catherine Jones). Multiple women have experienced the wonders of pregnancy, for some the labor process may have been the worst time of their lives, and for others it may have been all smiles and rainbows. Both way after the long hours and constant pain a child is born and the parent’s lives are changed forever. In this article I will focus on the birth of my younger brother for which I was present. I chose to focus on my younger brother Junior Frederick because three months before my birth my mother had just arrived form Saint Marcs, Haiti. She did not understand much of America and when I questioned

I stood on the sidewalk in front of the Honolulu airport, by myself in a place I had never been before. I was surrounded by people and families busy collecting luggage and being picked up by shuttles and friends. People passed by looking at me sideways with wondering looks was I alone, did I need help.

In the first telling of my personal narrative, I did not consider including what had led me to a point where I began to embrace my identities and become proud of my heritage as Korean. There were many factors that led me to be who I am today. The reason for leaving out the information was because there were so many people and occurrences that led me to the point where I am now. For example, moving to different elementary school where there were more diverse body of students, annually performing at the Mosaic in the Korean pavilion, my parents being a positive role model, and becoming a volunteer teacher at the Korean Language School are some of the reasons which have led me to be who I am today. As I was surrounded by people who were interested

I chose to write about my own childhood. My story started when I was born on October 15, 1988 in Jacksonville, North Carolina to a then family of three Richard, Dana, and Karen. I was the second born and my sister was 3 and a half years old. I was born into a military family so I grew up in a few different locations. The month after I was born my family relocated from North Carolina to sunny Twenty-nine palms, California. My family lived there until I was about 5 years old until my father got a new duty assignment to Hollidaysburg, Pennsylvania as a Marine recruiter. This is the place that I claim as my hometown as I lived there until I turned 18 and joined the US Air Force.

It was almost 3 years ago that I found myself in a rather strange dilemma. I was bored with blogging and all the gimmicks that you had to do in order to be good at it. This concept did not work for me. I wanted something that inspired creativity in me and in others. So I started experimenting with posting cartoons, pop culture artwork, internet memes, and videos. Not only was I having fun, I was learning to curate content.