Personal Narrative-Coloring Analysis

We were living at my uncle’s house in California. I shared a bedroom with 3 other kids including my brother. I didn’t mind sharing a room because it was always better than my house in Mexico where I didn’t even have a bedroom! My father at the time was working for Construction Company and my mother stayed at the house. My parents had been saving every penny they could so that we were able to buy a house for ourselves. My father has always been a hardworking man. I just love how he is a very optimistic and motivational person. Every time he came home he would always be in such a positive and energetic mood no matter what the circumstances were. Life was good at the moment, until I had started my first year of school

Cathy’s idea that its okay to be a late bloomer felt like an incredibly Grinnellian notions. While reasonable, I feel that it is used as an excuse for not making something out of your life and education, and I take issue with this. I understand that I am judging from a place of privilege, having never attempted to find work post-grad myself, however I simply cannot understand how individuals can “throw away” their education in this fashion. There are countless job opportunities out there, and while they may not fully encapsulate exactly what you want in your career, they do represent something else: the experience that is necessary to succeed. It felt to me like the majority of the Creative Careerists who spoke to us understood this, yet a

While you're working at the rescue station, the phone rings of a missing father who hasn't been seen in 5 months after going to Mount. Everest. You think to yourself, "Why should I save them? They risked their life, so now you are going to risk ours?" Well, this is what you have been training for, for half your life. Training for this long will finally pay off. The man's life matters too and it is in danger, so he needs to be saved. People do have the right to rescue services when they put themselves at risk.

I cannot say that growing up in the family I am in hasn't been difficult for me, because it has. However, to say that it is something I'd like to change if I could, I also cannot say. The turbulence and commotion I have experienced has sculpted my character. Had I not grown up the way I did, I would not be as tenacious and ambitious as I am today. Through the struggles I've faced and whom I've faced them with, I have not let them define me, and I have even grown more because of them.

One year ago when I went through the biggest event in my life. I found out that I needed to get both discs in my jaw removed and fill the empty spots with fat grafts from my abdomen. I had no idea what to expect, so I was very scared. After a five hour surgery, I woke up to find that my jaw was rubber banded shut. I was put on a liquid diet for two weeks and was not able the open my jaw for more than fifteen minutes at a time to allow me to exercise my newly created jaw joints. I had no idea how I was going to live not being able to talk or move my jaw. It was such a difficult obstacle to overcome.

The love for my family is still there even through all the judgmental things, they only wanted the best for me. Twenty-three more than independent is what family can call memory now. In my opinion, having children at a young age motivates you more in life than you can think of. The first few months of moving always thinking if a tire was to blow out on this highway who could I call? The negativity in my head almost got to me. Seven months later I’m still here, still loving the city, but no longer crying. God got me and hasn’t brought me this far to fail. Back in school and so happy with myself, all in all what I’m saying is never doubt what you can do. Going through tough times and can make you or break you. Surprising my entire and went all the way out the box to do what everyone said I

My parents are very different from each other. We all have different views on thing and school. I myself have only left the state once that was when I was like 2 months old my mom took me to Alabama to see my aunt and uncle and cousin. I love to fish and Longboard. I don't play too many video games. Also I absolutely can't wait unit I don't have to go to school any more. I will end up going to college one way or another because I would like a degree in engineering or something in that nature. I was almost put up for adoption when I went to Alabama. I have 4 brothers and 2 sisters. I only know one of my sisters. My mom lost custody of when I was little. I never met her. She is only like 2 years younger than me. I also play baseball. I have never went hunting or for that matter I have never shot a gun. I own 2 bows 1 for target practice and the other one is for hunting when i get older.

Watching my mother live from pay check to pay check when I was young was difficult. It was always hard for my mom to keep up with other parents but, she still somehow managed to get me everything I wanted, and more. Even though I was too young to understand, I could feel the stress, and the struggles my mom faced every day. She was only 20 years old when I was born and, because of that she had no choice but to grow up fast. At such a young age, I saw the effects of being a single parent, and the ways it changed my mom. She not only had to be a young mother but, she had to find a way to replace the void of a father, or a father figure in my life. My mom was strong, independent and courageous. Growing up watching her live her dreams under all the circumstances she faced, made me want to strive for a better life for myself. Seeing how hard is was to live and to have enough

Failure is truly negative if we choose to not learn from it. When we face setbacks and difficulties, we are given golden opportunities to grow as people. Learning from our shortcomings makes us wiser, stronger, and unveils a chance to turn an undesirable outcome into a building block of character. My hockey career has been a sinusoidal trail of highs and lows, but I always learned from the downturns.

I wanted to just go home a lot of the time, but stayed because our house was a little too far. I never really complained because I knew my mom had so much on her plate being a single parent so I was just thankful for what I did have. I experienced the real world at a young age, and when I turned 16 started my first job to support my family. My mom and I split the bills so she wouldn’t have to work two jobs anymore. It wasn’t easy at all, and used to always wish I had a different life. Everyone my age always had fun on the weekends while I had to save all my money for bills. Managing school on weekdays and work on the weekend was hard at first, and I had to learn to put my happiness aside to make my mother happy. Slowly, the money my mom and I had put together was enough to put a downpayment on a small house for the three of us. Not only that, but I finally had my own room, bed, and a big desk so I didn’t have to do my homework on the bed anymore. Everytime I walk into my room I see all the sweat I put in these past years to achieve my goal. I’m happy I didn’t let where I grew up mess up my future, and have overcome all the obstacles that have came into my life so

It was 1918 and i was living in kansas city it was a hot summer night that we heard that we was going into war i remember that night like it was yesterday. It was me and my brother and my mother and father i was 15 years old almost all grown up but i have to be 17 in my parents eyes to get to live on my own my brother was 12 i am the oldest. At that time my mother was 35 and my father was 36, things was going well until get heard the news around town that the war was on its way so through the summer we was getting ready mom said that we had to move to a place called Georgia and i was so upset about leaving kansas but if it meant that i was going to be a live with my family i guess i will have to go and live with the fact that i will live down there for the rest of my life. So we was packing up what little bit of food that we had and so we put it in your wagon and we was on your way the whole time i was so mad until we got to kentucky then we was able to get some rest and my parents was able to get some sleep to.

Just like *meow*... and then * pew, pew*... she's gone. Just like *snap* that. Gone in an instant. She lived a long, great 43 years. But who am I? I'm her daughter. We were very close, and we shared many memories from the time i was born up until now. For example, the time I was 7, i'm 15 now, and i was learning to be polite and ask humans for food by looking cute. On the first day my mom taught me, she went first and sge did it with ease. Then it was my turn. I went up to a child and looked as cute as i could. Just as the child was about to pet me, this bigger human, I guess it was his mother, came over and kicked me. Me and my mom ran away together back home and told me, '' See, Amilyee, I told you not to go to that human, but you went anyway and look what happened!" she laughed. Then, she took me to get a cone of ice cream from The Cat's Pawlor to make me feel better. SHe ordered my favorite ice cream flavor, Mother's Milk. and all was right again.

It was a frigid March evening in the mountains of Colorado when I began to see life in a new way. While on a youth ski trip hiding from an armed man outside the cabin, I came to a point in my life that changed my way of living. This experience brought me to the realization that I will not always be guaranteed tomorrow so live each day I have to the fullest. I never thought a trip to the mountains of Colorado would help me see life from a new perspective; however, I thought wrong.

From youth, I was surrounded by gifted individuals; my parents, my sisters, my aunts, even my cousins. They were all overachievers, who strove towards one goal. Excellence in their field of medicine. I, quite stubbornly, resisted that which was my calling for the longest time.

I’ve lived behind my brother’s shadow since I can remember. Even coming into high school the first question I was asked was “Are you related to Diego? (My brother)”. It’s like they recognize him and before they even notice me. For example my family will greet him with smiles and hugs and I with “what’s your name again?” This has actually affected because I grew up shy not wanting to say anything, well its not like they noticed me.