Personal Narrative Case Study

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

Staring at blank space in the dark. Tucked under my covers, tear stains on my face. Red as a tomato itself. I couldn't comprehend why was I was being punished. I did everything right, everything that you could think of. Mistakes were made here and there but as for myself, I was a good person. I know that everyone's worried. Till this day I cried and cried every night to a cold empty pillow where he use to lay wondering how. Memories floods my mind with every object that comes across my sight. Reminiscing as if it were yesterday. In my 2014 Chevy Malibu laughing, enjoying what God created. I smiled, a smile that stretched across my face as the cool autumn breeze kissed my skin. Staring at the most beautiful human being I could ever imagine.

I was designated out of necessity. My older brother was sent to prison the year before she was diagnosed. My twin sister was married at the time with three small children and my younger brother was only 16 years old. Therefore, I tried to become everything that she needed. Helping her through her battle would prove to me that life is too short to not pursue my dreams.

I was twelve years old when my family moved to the mountains of Humboldt County we moved at the beginning of winter and my father said there would be snow where we were going to live. I had never seen snow before and I couldn’t wait to build snowmen, throw snowballs and build igloos, like I had seen children on television do. A child’s excitement blossomed at the prospect of a new winter paradise

I stare at the TV with incomplete fascination, my pencil tightly gripped in between my fingers.

John and I had been friends for years. We had both lived in Seattle, then he moved to New York because his dad found a new job opportunity. Coincidentally, my dad found a job in New York that paid better than his current job too, so we ended up moving as well. Both our dads were painters, and they had met while painting a bridge across the river in town. We lived close together in the outskirts of Seattle. Both our families were poor, and couldn’t afford good transportation and schooling. John had been 14 when I was 12, but we lived next door to each other so it was hard not to be good friends.

In the year 2008, I attended elementary school enrolled in the third grade. I enjoyed outdoor activities with a burning passion, and I had many friends. One weekend my best friend Dimitri slept-over at my house, and he and I decided to go on a bike ride with my younger brother. Unfortunately we only had two helmets that functioned properly, but since I always put friends first, I gave my helmet to Dimitri. We were having a great time racing up and down the block until my brother found a pair of rusty broken scissors lying on the side of the road. An awful idea entered his mind at that moment and he decided to throw the scissors at me. During his first attempt he missed and I sped away and yelled at him. Ignoring me, he threw them and missed

Stockton is my home away from home. Ever since my first undergraduate open house experience I have felt a sense of belonging on this campus. In truth, I chose to enroll at Stockton because of their engaging curriculum and hospitality. However, I stayed at Stockton because of the faculty and staff members treated me like family, not just another nameless student. During my freshman year, I took a theater class as an elective, and that decision changed my life. Mrs. Hendrick encouraged me to embrace my culture and uniqueness; she made me look forward coming and staying at Stockton every day. Every year I witnessed Stockton’s benevolence to students, veterans, and the community. When Stockton changed its status to a university, I felt inspired to also be like an osprey and soar to new heights. Over the past five years, Stockton has not only nurtured me with knowledge, but challenged me to be a productive individual.

It was cold on the night of November 14th. My friend, her boyfriend and I were walking to Walmart, planning on getting cake ingredients for my friend’s grandmother’s birthday. On our way there my surroundings seemed rather quiet for it being Angola. I felt like something was wrong like something had happened. But I continued to toss the feeling aside and just walked the path that leads to the parking lot. I couldn’t help but look in between the trees that held pitch black darkness. I was worried that was where troubles may lie, I was wrong. My real problem all started with a simple phone call.

Have you ever been so mad at one of your parents and said something you regret? Well I sure have... and my mom heard it.

“…Turn here.” He just keeps driving, completely ignoring me. “Uh sir, you missed the turn.” Just keeps driving. Then it comes into view; the edge of the road. The cliff. He’s driving right toward the cliff, going faster by the second. The last thing I see before we crash over the cliff is the man in the driver’s seat turn around; those dead eyes staring right at me.

It took less than minutes for my life to completely shatter. It all started with my boyfriend, Ryan who I have been dating for 7 months, but that all changed when I saw him at a party with another girl. Shocked and upset all flowed through me at once, along with the tears that constantly shed from my eyes. Megan, my best friend told me it was best if we left and I agreed not really having the mind to say anything else. She drove me home that night, not even bothering for her to stay over like she does most of the nights. I opened the front door to a quiet sleeping home, one step in and I fell over hitting my face on the wall with a big bang. I fell asleep right in front of the door, not thinking about anything else in the world but the pain

Where I come from, I am not proud sometimes. I grew up in a mixed Asian/american family. I came from a religious family background on both sides. I have experienced daily things that happen in my community. For me, all this has shaped how I am now through a lot of conditioning and influence.

It was the “Summer of 2015” , actually the last day of summer for the Milton community and I was not excited, and when I say not excited I mean not excited. Mostly because It was my first year of sixth grade, I just wish I could go back to recess and getting snack time and all of that. Even though I don’t want to go I have my friends Vicky, Alexandra , Andrew and CJ to help me get through these years of middle school. Oh did I forget to introduce myself , I’m John Collins an average sixth grader just going to try to get through middle school. The next day was the first day of school and I was as nervous as ever but I got to see my friends so in the end it worked out. “Hey what’s up bro?” CJ said. “Hey how have you been?” I said to CJ with a worried but also happy face. “Good, how about you?” said CJ with an excited face. “I guess i’m ok i’m just worried I won’t make it through sixth grade!” I said. “ Me, Vicky, Andrew and Alexandra are here for you don’t you worry one bit!” CJ said with a smile. “Thanks I really appreciate it” I smiled back at him! We walked into school with everyone rushing to get to their first class, people were staring at me as I walked to my class but I didn’t care because I knew I didn’t do anything wrong so I kept on walking, but literally everyone was staring at me and of course Cj was on his phone. The first day was just a normal first day for everybody, I guess it was a normal day for me ,except for everyone staring at me for no reason but I didn’t care. At the end of the day I saw Vicky, Andrew and Alexandra walking home together but I didn’t want to bother so I walked alone, I saw no sight of Cj probably because he ditched classes to go home again like last year in fifth grade. I got home and went on my computer on to instagram

“Almost,” replied my mom. We were on a road in the countryside surrounded by yellow fields full of seemingly ripe crops and lush green pastures with grazing cows and horses. The drive had been 3 hours long, and I was pumped to get to our destination, which was a little cabin in a wildlife park. We would be staying for 3 days and nights, hopefully entertained by the options of biking, hiking, and canoeing in the wilderness. Sadly, there wouldn’t be any wifi, so no chances of youtube.