Personal Narrative-Discovery

It was dark and alone and I felt the need to cry. One by one everyone I have ever loved showed up. My mom, my sister, my late girlfriend, my grandma… I could go on. Their eyes were on me and only me. I was the only stimulus in the room. The yelled at me. I was irrational . I had put them in a situation where they didn’t even know me anymore. I was the monster under the bed and I was the reason why people were scared. They yelled so loud to the point where I didn’t even know if they were screams anymore.

For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled

Franklin Delano Roosevelt once stated, “the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” This quote is a historical quote from World War II; however to me, its significance goes farther than that. This quote is the story of my transition from a child to an adult. I had a phobia of addressing large crowds; the fact that everyone’s attention would be on me was abashing. This was true until I reflected on how my phobia was keeping me back from a lot of opportunities, such as class presentations and future public speaking events. After deep reflection, I made the courageous decision to audition to speak at my eighth grade promotion ceremony. This was quite a leap for an introvert such as myself; however, I persevered my way through the audition and won the role as the MC. The valiant decision to speak at my promotion ceremony has shaped who I am and what I am able to accomplish today.

My first source is, “bmj.com.” It is an article, about a surrogate mother who lost her baby and how the parents came in contact with her. It also explains how she went to court because of losing the baby. My second source is People Magazine. The magazine tells a story of a mother who was a surrogate for her daughter's child. The mother was very supportive of the idea of a surrogate mother Sherri Dickson, told People Magazine, “‘I decided that if they needed somebody to carry their child, I would volunteer’” (qtd in Coder

This post was probably my worst semester of college and I have no excuse for how things turned out with my classes. I'm not going to blame my job or my home life as it was me who failed and I have no one else to point the finger at. I had tried to pass the remedial math course five times previously and I started to lose hope that this one course would hold me back from finishing school. This hopelessness carried into my other courses because at the time I truly believed it was pointless to try in other courses if I can't pass this class that's been haunting since I started attending college.

At two in the morning seven years ago, my nine year old self was jolted awake by my mother. Begrudgingly, I peeled my eyes opened and tried to blink the sleep away.

Determination is an intrigal part of my character, which helps me in reaching my goals. I always try to set clear targets so than nothing would get in my way. One of my short-term goals is to graduate from high school and be top ten percent in my class, that would make my parents and I very proud and to see what I worked for all four years of high school. This is my priority right now because this is the first off all my goals that guides my successful life.Therefore, another short-term goal that I have is to get scholarships, that way I will attend the college of my dreams with out having to worry about how would I pay. I set that goal to myself because I have a high GPA and my teachers motivated me and told me to go for it, and so that’s

Alice did as she was told and pulled a chair up across from Mai. " I wanted to apologize for the other day. I was completely out of line....I tend to fall back into my normal mode when I feel uncomfortable or nervous. Im not sure if you have read my file or anything but my upbringing wasn't what you would call normal...Now im not using this as an excuse....not in the least. My actions were completely derogitoy and uncalled for however I would like you to understand so if it happens again you know." Alice took a deep breath before speaking again. " In the corporate world if you are not the biggest person in the room you need to make yourself the biggest. You do this by insulting bribing or blackmailing any and everyone you can. Its the only

When setting out on my search, I felt confident I would have the most luck on Google. There I searched for not only “Jocelyn Nadeau”, but my name along with each of the towns I have lived in. I was aware depending on the search engine used, different results can be found. Consequently, I used the same tactic on Yahoo. After searching on a large scale, I decided to scour to the online archives of my local newspaper. I also signed up for a free trial of Ancestry.com, in the hopes there would some exciting information there. And, a helpful friend recommended trying out Instant Checkmate, which although I had never heard of, was willing to give a try. My last course of action was to search social media sites. I do not use social media myself, nevertheless, I wanted to see if my name was out there. I checked Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter, and Myspace.

My day starts out like most of a dollar’s day starts. As I rest in my owners wallet. He grabs his wallet and slides it in his back right-hand pocket, with me included. This is how my journey begins.

When deciding what to write this paragraph on I had to choose a topic that I know a lot bout, and feel strongly for. I decided that I would write on how I met my boyfriend Conor, because it’s a very complicated story. It was early January when I first met Conor, but I didn’t know anything about him, but a few weeks later I found myself hanging out with a few friends and this kid who was always around. We all decided we liked having each other around, so we kept hanging out for a few more days… by this time it was the end of March and Easter break was coming up fast. I was flying out to San Diego, April 2nd, there was supposed to be an ice storm the day of my flight so I left two days early. When I was packing I thought why not snap chat my

Immediately following Saturday’s online class, if asked whether I would change the way in which I search for information or not, I would have said perhaps a little. This is because I did not fully understand the concepts being shown. Both Kristy and Dr. Fagerman demonstrated numerous techniques during the day’s presentation; showing students, including myself, how to search the databases to either narrow or widen our results, making it much quicker to find relevant data. Since that time, I’ve read through all of the handouts and practiced using these ideas with improved success. Logging into the FLITE library and practicing has helped return better information and much quicker than I was able to originally. One particular group during the

One day when at the Sabre meeting, I was told there was a diving meet and volunteered to go. I came to the meet on Friday the 15 to the pool late at night when I assumed I would get busy. But I wasn’t. Though there were about 6 schools at the meet, it was only the dive teams from those schools. And since there was only one diving board at our pool, things took a while. Instead of leaving and coming back later when I was needed to take photos of our one FUMA diver, I stayed to watch the sport, as I have never spectated a dive meet before. As I continued to watch the sport over a long period of time, I realized the intensity of the sport. The way the sport works is that you will be asked to perform a certain dive

I started the search for notes and a lot of things happened like, how I found out what some of my relatives know, and how it affected my search, and how things went wrong or unexpected.

“You can have it if you want,” my father said, pointing to the Playboy magazine on his desk. His index finger interrupted my line of vision, and my eyes shot up to make contact with his.