Personal Narrative: Cute Profile

It was 3 am in the morning. I woke up to a chilling phone call. I grabbed my phone and it was from Veronica. I was so confused, so I answered it. “Hello... “ I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice.

You know that moment when you’re trying to reach the toilet paper but can't quite, then fall and kill yourself on a pumpkin? Yeah I know that feeling… it’s not good. It all started one very normalish day at 1065 Fitzgerald Ave.

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

As I was scrolling down my pictures on VSCOcam, an editing app that has been my favorite for a few years not, it struck me yet again that one of my themes for this year was authenticity.

“Who thought the baptism water would be as cold as an ice bath?” Much like anyone growing up in Las Vegas, or otherwise known as “Sin City,” we have always been surrounded by people from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Those people are commonly known as “Mormons.” Boy, let me tell you, there are Mormons everywhere in Vegas! There was always something about them that made me interested. There was a light as bright as the sun that always shined from them. They always had a smile on their face, from ear to ear and once you start talking to them I found that they are the nicest people. I then got to know and started hanging out with the Mormons. I then became interested with the religion aspect.

It has been years since I have had to write a paper, so writing the reflection paper made me nervous. Since having my reflection paper handed back to me, I noticed some skills that I had improved. On the other hand, I also realized I had more skills I need to work on still such as comma splices, using more transitions and the use of better word choices.

One of my all time favorite activities to do is to play sports. I enjoy a

My strengths are experience I have from my practicum and volunteer, hard-working personality, and observation skills. I independently interacted with patients and families and provided therapeutic play and activities in pediatrics and PICU. I also observed child life specialists in NICU, surgery, emergency department, and trauma. Observation enables me to interact and communicate effectively with patients and their families. I respect the individual differences such as culture, religion, and their unique needs.

My feature story was written as a personal experience piece and slightly a lifestyle piece. I chose the topic of long distance relationships because it’s near and dear to my heart considering I am currently in one and have been for over a year. Another topic I thought I would write about was a how-to plan a trip to Florida. In order to get information and quotes, I used my own experience and my boyfriend, Thomas, for quotes, as well as my mom and what she said to me in the past. My piece exemplifies a “feature story” by being about a personal experience with short quotes and multiple pictures to catch the reader’s attention. Mostly all parts of my writing worked well. Trying not to get too personal was hard. My best thing about my article is

I don’t ever remember a time when I tried to save face with my friends or peers. I believe that I have always been honest and upfront to the best of my abilities. I do, however, know of a time that my cousin, Dana, faced this problem.

I know this is kind of a drag, but its become a real problem and I just don't know what else to do besides send out a memo, so here goes. The refrigerators nasty. It really is. We all have to share that space, its common courtesy. I mean, come on guys, don't you think you could do a little better cleaning out your old food? Doesn't it kind of make sense, you know, if you don't eat something for two weeks to throw it out so it doesn't get all moldy?

After the slow dawdle like walk up to “The Site”, with the slight trickle of the fresh mountain stream in the background. All I want is sleep, picturing my bright yellow hammock enveloped by a semi transparent school provided tarp. Soon enough, I am greeted by “The Site” only told to stay within the gully. I start with a little scan of the landscape, trying to find the perfect spot for my hammock to lay between two coniferous trees. No, no, no, after 20 minutes of scanning the landscape I find the perfect spot.

When did doing something “like a girl” mean being weak? When did it become something that even as women, we portray in a negative way?

Oblivious and vulnerable, I enthusiastically flaunted out into the depths of denial as a young, flourishing child. My mother and father had initially left behind their loving family and close friends to pursue their education on fine American soil while also setting their hopes and eyes high upon a successful career and lifestyle. Briskly, they latched onto a few valuables, and at least a couple thousand dollars to sustain themselves, both individuals had soared outwards from Shanghai, China. Home was left behind in the dust and the least of their concerns—will they ever see them again?

Think of your favorite thing in the world to do. Something that defines you. Something that you can only experience from your eyes. For me it is soccer, and through that came a rite of passage that will be with me forever.