Personal Narrative-Defining Moment

It was ten am on a Saturday morning and I was only three two hours away from the greastest moment of my life. I was about to meet the most amazing guy ever. Im not typically the girl to get overly excited about meeting someone but I mean its Jake Miller. Jake Miller is this really cute but sweet and loving guy. I first found out about him from my best friend Jaun and he showed me his song “Like me”. I knew from that moment on this was not the last time I will be hearing the name Jake Miller. Later that night I googled him and listened to all his songs. I fell in love it was like love at first sight. So for months I kept listening to his music and buying his album until I heard he was playing at Tampa Bay Jingle Ball concert for free. I told my mom we have to go and as she know my love for Jake Miller she easily agreed. I could not wait till December thirteen. The day I met my idol Jake Miller was exciting yet nerve wrecking moment

My friend ,Kendrick, is diligent and self-sufficent.He gives his best effort at everything that he does.One time Kendrick and I were at school walking to the cafeteria to have lunch. Before we opened the door to enter ,we was stopped by Mr.Douglas. Mr.Douglas was Kendrick's R.O.T.C instructor who had a high rank as sergeant major. He stopped us to talk to Kendrick about some important R.O.T.C business.

You held on tight to me from the get go and told me that I would be okay. You allowed me to unapologetically be me. You held my hand and guided me through college. You taught me right from wrong. I enjoyed the laughs we shared, the games we played and the times we helped others in need. You introduced me to lifelong friends and mentors. You taught me who I was and where I came from. You pushed me when I was too scared to move on my own. You gave me a lending ear and we even shares a few tears. You shared secrets with me and kept a few of my own. You taught me what hard work was. You didn't try to make me someone else but instead helped me become a better me. You gave me a sense of belonging. You always greeted me with a smiling face. You feed me well. You gave me opportunities I couldn't get anywhere else. You made a huge impact in my life.

I found it a little difficult to find what to write about that would satisfy the definition of my “minutia”. Perhaps it is because I did not quite understand what minutia really meant outside of a textbook definition and in the real world, or I have not fully realized or acknowledged on a consistent basis how many of the moments in my life have contributed to that which has an effect on me in the form of shaping or altering me. After nostalgically scrolling through my Instagram profile for a while the other day, I came across quite a few photos of me recording my gym workouts dating from the autumn of 2014 and into early 2015, and I eventually decided that this would suit the requirements for what could be my own minutia.

Through the years, I know there were times I took you for granted; even so, you didn't return the same to me. You never cared for me differently under any circumstances. To the contrary, you were always there waiting when I returned, willing to play second fiddle. You never shamed me for taking a break from you; oh how I paid when I went too long! Your discipline taught me to stay the course in whatever I commit myself to.

1. The first thing that gave me the "Ah Ha! Moment" had to be when I figured out what exactly was happening. I noticed "pen size" and I figured it was something to do with the cursor. So I clicked and started dragging around. At first I didn't notice anything, then I thought to myself, "maybe it's because I'm doing this in the black space." So I moved into the colored areas, and I noticed it was set to misc - empty. The element description said "Erases." That moment I realized, "Oh, I'm erasing what I'm clicking and dragging over."

My third week at Elon has been completed and I can only think of the adjustments I’ve had to make. It was August 19th, the morning i was leaving to head to Elon for move in day on the 21st. My family and I woke up at 5:30 in the morning so that we could be New York City traffic. I couldn’t sleep the night before that. Because I was nervous and unsure of what would happen, my stomach was very unsettled. We pulled out of my driveway and headed up the street. I looked back and saw my house that I wouldn’t see again until October. In a sense, I was leaving the loading station of a rollercoaster: dazed, confused, and uncertain. I was not sure how difficult this new chapter of my life would be. Is it going to be easy, hard, or a roller coaster?

We all know that I am a lot to handle, but even when I was little, you accepted me for who I was. I will always remember the muscle rides you gave me, all the times you hung dragonflies from the ceiling fan and would lift

When I was young, my father was an avid video gamer, reader, and computer engineer. He introduced me to video gaming through gifting me my first Gameboy Color, which was the successor of the original Gameboy. The differences between the two was just that one had lights and actual graphics while the other had no lights and contained sketch-like graphics. Anyways, through that gift I was able to have a defining moment which was with a game called Kirby. Kirby was just a game about a pink blob that wants to be a hero and save his land, which was something I was really into because of the progression system and the feeling of success which it granted me. I ended up liking games and

On your marks, get set, BANG! The sound of the bang from the two wooden pieces resonated through the air. I pushed off from my right foot and jolted to the front of the pack. The teachers roared in excitement and the crowd cheered as Cross-country had just begun. It was that time of the year again where you see little kids running around the school to get a certificate or even better, if you’re good that is, into a tournament.

When we first began our journey as five year olds I was excited to have this friend who shared a similar love for laughs and adventures. Sadly we had to part ways for six years when I left for private school after third grade. I forgot about you during this time and didn't imagine you would become so important to me for six more years.

There’s something about writing your raw emotions on a piece of paper that allows your spirit to run free and hold no boundaries of what you can think of and it's only the moments in life that can fuel the locked potential inside you. The epiphany of my life was actually closer to this present time than in the past, about last year my family moved from New haven to Branford. In New haven I was in a program which allowed me to go to Wallingford as a district school and I spent 6 years in this program making friends and going to school all I knew from my elementary to highschool period from then was Wallingford. While schooling in Wallingford district living in New haven I had developed a skill of poetry in the midst of 8th grade. I found that

We have all failed at something once in our lifetime; For me, it’s hard when I fail, because I play soccer and when you can’t shoot on the goal or pass well people will produce laughter at you. I’m that one person that can’t shoot well on the goal because of my hips; Remarkably every time I shoot the ball it's an aching discomfort that won’t go away in my hips. I don’t know why it's in so much pain, but it hurts to point where I can’t run or walk; Sometimes I just have to push through and earn the knowledge to do it again. When you miss at shooting or passing, you can't create an excuse just laugh and reflect on what you did. I break down most of the time because of my foot is angled to the side, or I whiff the ball, and at times, it's too much or too less power you put behind the ball. For me, I put too much power, and I miss then people generate laughter at me; especially Ethan.

My defining moment was the second I heard the garage door rising; my mother walked through the door, and I remember her saying her stereotypical line of, “Do you have anything to tell me?”

Many people influenced and events my reading and writing development throughout my childhood from my mother, my elementary librarian, and Sesame Street, to getting my first pair of glasses. We all have defining moments in our lives where we can look back and say, “That moment changed my life.” This is the story of the defining moment that changed the way I read and write, and I learned it from a whale!