Personal Narrative: Courtney Travagliny

Waking up and realizing that today was the day, my body got packed with nerves, still wondering how my mom even got me on the show and why they wanted me. While I was putting on my clothes, I was trying to look professional, but looking back I would have chosen something different. I was wearing some boot cut jeans, a shirt with a purple cross that had a shawl connected to it, some ugly sneakers, and my hair was straightened. It was dark and chilly December morning, and myself and my parents took the 30 minute drive to the TV station. When my parents and I arrived we had to be checked in by security, as they were told to expect my arrival, for the early morning weather segment. I felt that I was going to pee my pants, but I was also excited. My mom was making me more nervous, “You

Last year, 2016, scaled to my first tournament that would be played at Marista. I would not

I have had many great mentors that have stood out in my life thus far, but I have one lady that really stands out. Her name is Tina; I know her better as Ms. Hicks. She is a kindergarten teacher and Glee Club director at the middle school I attended. I came to know her really well when I joined the Glee Club my sixth grade year. She is so selfless and always puts others before herself. I just began watching her one day and realized that I wanted to be just like her. I began to volunteer in her classroom the last period of the day because I want to be an elementary school teacher as well. I decided why not learn form the best. Throughout the year, I learned so much from her. She taught me that students can learn and have fun while they

When I was six I wanted to be Hannah Montanna. When I was 12 I still dreamed of becoming a pop-star, but figured I could have a second job too – just in case. I’m seventeen now and I’ve have read Maya Angalou and Ralph Waldo Emerson; I’ve studied American history, marvled at astounding scientific discoveries, and cheered for political revolutions. I've traveled to different states and analyzed geological features for the aesthetic beauty and for the geological history. I've done many things, the logical step here would be then for me to pick; speak or forever hold my peace, but in all honesty, I don't know what I want to be. My six-year old self would say it's because I've seen too much, I think it's because I haven't seen enough. I want to

On April 26th,1999 I emerged into the world a happy baby given the name Bethany Gavin. I’m now in year 12 and I attend Cooks Hill Campus, Big Picture. My education began here in year 10 after leaving three years of home schooling and have grown as a student as the years have gone on.

One of my nicest friends when I moved from Azores, Portugal to Minot, North Dakota in 2005 was Nicole Hamm. Nicole and I met at the CDC in Minot Air Force Base, in September of 2005. Ever since we met each other we have became unseperatable, until she moved to Florida in the summer of 2015 but we still talk. When we first met she was kind, and caring. There was never a day where she didn't make me laugh so hard that I was crying. When I first met her, we played 20 questions. My first question was what is your favorite color? Yet, her answer was neon purple ( not purple it had to be neon purple). As we kept playing I found that she likes to play Legos, and Minecraft with her younger brother and that she loves to watch Monster High and My

R/s last week, Julia and Garrett (deceased) appeared intoxicated and Julia’s speech was slurred. R/s it was reported that Garrett was in car accident and he was intoxicated. R/s Garrett’s daughter Destiny (3) and another child Johnathan (6) was also in the car. R/s Julia has another daughter Kylee (5) in the home.

Brittany was not happy with me once she found out I told the counselor and I did not expect her to be. After she got over the first initial shock of someone other than me knowing, she forgave me. Brittany was never a hurtful person; she had just been hurt in the past so once she realized that she was in no danger with the counselor she thanked me for getting her help. Brittany continued with the counseling sessions for all of high school. She had a rough time at first, but she did get clean and has not hurt herself since tenth grade. Now she has a baby who she loves dearly and is engaged to be married sometime this year. She is the Brittany I met the first day of SGA and I am thankful I got her back.

My interview partner, Amanda Urdiales, says that she hardly procrastinates. It is safe to assume that Amanda is very confident in herself and in her abilities to complete a task at the last moment. Her main cause for such confidence in her abilities comes from the notion she feels she has enough time to get the task at hand done. She usually does not procrastinate, but when she does, she almost always gets the assignment done the day before it is due. She also procrastinates on work she find uninteresting or difficult.

Dakota your profiles is one of my favorites. I love how instead of interviewing a worker you interviewed your mom. No one would truly be able to give your story that special touch it needed other than your mom. Being able to get insight from someone who was really close to what was going on really brings your story to life. One comment I have would be to maybe talk about a specific memory that you will always remember. On a different note, my family loves disney world too! We are actually going over christmas break. No matter how many times we go the fun is always still there. I also know what you mean when you said "some of our biggest family fights, waiting in lines over three hours long, and spending countless amounts of money on overpriced

It was a cold winter day in the outskirts of New York. He was sitting in the window, clearly playing the piano. He moved with such passion and charisma, that you would have thought he was in a deep relationship with it. He seemed to be in his mid-20s, and he was completely taken away by the music that was rolling out of his fingers. I, Rachel Smith, am truly mesmerized by this body that I do not even know. I had never noticed the boy before, as I have walked by this house a nearly dozen times this week. I have concluded that he is a guest, inside the massive house that stands before me or the person living inside, hired this boy to play for his guests. As I proceed to stand here and wonder, I realized that the boy is sad. He seems happy with

I have a bestfriend named Kaitlyn. But she is more than a friend, we are sisters. She has been my friend for 6 years. We met in elementary school and shared a class from kindergarten to 4th grade. Throughout the years we had arguments, but we always made up after.

I stared at my computer screen with great scrutiny as my right hand clutched the slim white mouse resting beneath it. My index finger clicked repetitively at the webpage’s refresh button. My eyes were fixed on a set of numbers stretched across the screen that kept jumping with every tap of the mouse. Click. 99,992. Click. 99,993. Click. 99,998. My heart was racing. Click. 99,999. I tapped the refresh button one last time and held my breath. The number 100,000 popped up on my computer screen, and the moment that I had worked so hard for had finally arrived. In just a year and a half, I had managed to accumulate 100,000 subscribers for my YouTube channel, titled “Nicole Renée,” along with over six million total video views. Posting videos on YouTube started out as just a hobby, but as time went on and I gained more experience with video production, it has allowed

Cliché, as defined by the Oxford English Dictionary, can be a “stereotyped expression, a commonplace phrase; also, a stereotyped character, style, etc.” (OED, n. 3.a.). We often use and hear numerous phrases that classifies as a cliché. I am one of the guilty many that scoffs at and mumbles “Ugh” under my breath, accompanied by an exaggerated rolling of the eyes every time these worn out expressions are used. However, as I sit here in the dark, laughing at myself with my dog at my side, I cannot help but realize that I am about to use a cliché: “you can’t judge a book by its cover”; I am all of the brilliant pages inside a tattered cover book.

It was good having dinner with my friend Tiara McKeithan. She is one of my closest friends, and we only met 8 months ago. However, it feels like I have known her my entire life. She is extremely kind, generous, and humble. We have already gone through so much together. We argue sometimes, but as I always say, "that's what happens with family. You fight. Get over it. Move on." She is family and I love her. I cannot wait to see what the next 8 months or 8 years takes us.