Personal Narrative: Class Mirrors

The students drew near as I reluctantly scurried towards the young mens bathroom where I could finally be alone. At the time, I lived in the snowy areas of northern New York, and while attending the infamous middle school, all of my worries in the world were heightened by 200%. From the first day of school, I wanted to fit in. While not even knowing what “fitting in” was, I was determined to do it. I desired to be liked by everyone around me with no worries in the world. I didn’t know that ironically, you couldn’t have both. As I tried to fit in, I noticed that others would flee from me in the halls as if I had an odor of a thousand pounds of garbage. I was confused why others would shy away from me in projects and hallways until the hints

2014 Fall Semester in the begining was going pretty good i was excited to began school , adapting to the new college life, and interacting with friends and new people. I was attending all my classes on time , studying , and completing the required assigments that needed to be done. I also was working a full-time at Gensis Logistics it wasnt easy trying to manage my schedule , but i tried to make it work the best i could. MTE 1 , 3 , and SDV was a breeze to me I was completing my assigments , studying , and understanding the information that was given to me. Now on the otherhand ENG wasn't hard for me i just didnt understand the content that was teached by the teacher. English was always the strongest subject for me so i couldnt understand why it was such a problem in college , maybe it was the teacher and her teaching methods. I never understood any information that was given it seemed to me like our class was always off topic one class period we would talk english, and then another class period we would talk about something else besides english. Then she assigned papers and assigments that was unfamilar to me it seem like everytime she assigned the class papers

My study at Howard Community College has helped me pick out a major that I know I will love pursuing for the rest of my life. HCC was a great way for me to learn the introductions to pertaining to my major. Although HCC was a considerable start, it had limited programs and resources that could have guided me in the long run.

I find myself reading this short paragraph over and over(above). My topic sentence makes me happy and proud. Going back to school was the best thing I have done. I chose to talk about going back to school to the “future employer” because it shows I am motivated as well as dedicated. This class has brought a lot to my attention. The mannerism that is expected in the “business world” is to speak and write well. It is extremely important to know how to write (type) a meaning full and proper paper whether it is for school or work. I have noticed a great impact in my vocabulary and writing skills. My boss told me on Monday he is impressed with the new docs I typed up for our new clients (with no help from him). I was not excited about this class

They called me an apple. Since I was supposedly red on the outside, but white on the inside, I was automatically a walking bullseye. Being one of the many oppressed Aboriginals, I understand their need to hurt someone else in an effort to release some of their internal pain. I understand why so many give up or turn into raging alcoholics in an effort to numb their pain. Coming from a reservation, my greatest challenge was proving to everyone that all the stereotypes about my people were fallacious. However, the need for a government and an education system that won’t keep on failing us repeatedly is imperative. The only way that I can make my voice heard is to break these stereotypes and to reach a higher education; hence my application for

In this class, I have learned many new skills to improve my writing, and I have also learned new grammar rules. In regards to my writing, I have learned the importance of freewriting when beginning to write a paper. Additionally, I now know to allow ample time for revising and editing because I can look at my work critically for mistakes and make necessary changes. Furthermore, I have learned about grammar rules such as pronoun-antecedent agreement. This rule is something that I know subconsciously, but being made aware of it has allowed me to find mistakes I make more often.

What well in your classes? What did you need to do differently? What is your plan for success this semester? In this class, what will you need to do to be successful?

Overall my preparation for Essay 1 could have been significantly better in multiples ways. I still feel very confident in the work I submitted yet I feel like I could have improved my paper in many ways. For instance I did no pre-writing for the paper whatsoever. I hopped right into the paper and began to write whatever came to mind. This is usually really efficient for me, but I was not an expert on the information I was writing about, so the paper became much more difficult to write. I read all the passages, annotated them, and even looked for summaries about the readings, however I still feel as if I did not have the greatest understanding of the material. Although, in preparation for Essay 2 I am going to write down all my notes from the

First impressions always matter when attending a new school. New schools are also a new start; as a result, it is always hard to try to see if you naturally fit in. Trying to fit in may be difficult may be hard for some kid, but fitting in never truly matters as long as you have the right friends. If you just stay unique instead of being worried about fitting in then you will fit in your own way.

Everyone knows about Yale University. It’s one of the best Ivy League schools in the country. It was an honor and a shock to be accepted. The past 3 semesters have been a dream, however this last one has been a nightmare. 3 weeks after winter break I was attacked by some invisible entity. I was walking home from my night class when I felt a breezy, not unusual for the campus during winter. I wasn’t thrown off until I realized the sky was a pinkish purple tint, being 8 o’clock at night the sky should be black and glowing from the light of the moon. Then I smelled a faint hint of lavender which was extremely odd because all the plants on campus are dead. The next thing I remember is being in bed rassling with something I couldn’t

I received my semiofficial eleventh/twelfth grade schedule and attended my classes as normal. I had to do double the work unlike the other students. I had to take English III and English IV, Chemistry and Physics, Algebra 2 and Advance Math, and lastly American History a total of seven core classes. But then remember I couldn’t take that World History until the summer. So having all those classes, at first I was a tad overwhelmed but I got over it, I saw it as a challenge. When teachers seen I was taking double core classes they questioned me and doubted me except a couple. One those teachers was my English IV teacher, she was very humble and the type of teacher everyone goes to when they have a problem. I was not that open with teachers as

Even though fine arts and music have historically been the possession of the powerful, wealthy, and highly educated, my family and myself have experienced some of both symphonic music and fine arts even though we are simply a middle class family. For all of my life, I have associated myself with being in the middle class, even though I maintain some poverty level values of stretching my money to make it go further and to save some money for the future and for emergencies. In reality, I believe that most middle class people tend to live by these values. Basically, we have some indulgences that we take part in on special occasions and we do eat out when we feel the desire, but not at ritzy, expensive restaurants—those restaurants are saved

I’ve been arguing and challenging the status quo since even before birth. In the early winter of 1999 my mother had received word from her doctor that something wasn’t right with her pregnancy. She had been getting more and more ill over the previous weeks, and the outlook wasn’t good. Why was she getting sick? Well, because of one key factor: Me. I wanted to come out early, to see the world and harness it’s power and I was absolutely ready, even though I actually wasn’t. The doctors had to make the decision to either let me stay and risk letting my mother die along with me or take me out immediately. The problem resided with the fact that my designated birthday was still months away. A healthy baby stays in the mother’s womb for roughly 40

It was a sunny day Russell just got out of bed and is looking for something to eat. Russell was not a fit kid he was fat and didn’t eat healthy he always ate junk but he didn’t care. So he went in his refrigerator and took a big slice of pizza and a soda and started to eat and drink. When he was done he was ready for school so he went. When he got there he was already getting made fun of but, he didn’t mind cause this always happened.

I attended the volleyball game on September 16 at 11am with a friend I met in my Intro to Sociology class. Since it was a Friday and we had free time after our class, we decided to hang out and later on agreed to attend the game since neither one of us has gone to an a volleyball game here on campus. I liked the game because it was really entertaining to watch since the whole game they were back to back on almost winning the game. On this event I realized that even though I'm a commuter I need to be more involved with my school and their events.