Personal Narrative: Do-Over

At the age of nine, I watched my uncles lowering my father into the ground and what took his life was addiction. All my life I have watched addiction take over the lives of people, I love. My father's side of the family, besides my grandparents, has always faced addiction. Although, addiction runs through my blood, I will not take the same path I have watched people take all my life. I will be the one to end the cycle. Watching the majority of my family waste their life has motivated me to change the direction and better myself from living a life of addiction and misery.

Though sometimes people mistake me as outgoing person, I consider myself a reserved. It is hard for me to meet new people and be completely myself. Sometimes I fear that this has the potential to hold me back from experiencing great things and meeting exceptional people. This fear stems from the time where I almost missed on the single-most life changing event I have experienced thus far in my short seventeen years. I will always be internally grateful for all those watching over me that I did not let my inhibitions stop me from attending the transformative experience that came in a leadership conference called, Hugh O’Brian Youth Leadership or more commonly HOBY.

I went to a new school with new people. I felt like an outsider. But these people, they didn’t understand my situation; they just thought I was quiet and shy on the first day because that was my

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

I was going into high school not knowing a single face of anyone there except for one kind who I met at a baseball camp that summer. His name was Xavier, and him and I got to know one another pretty well. We became pretty good friends and I met a bunch of his friends and got to know them well also! That is how I learned how to be really outgoing, is to just be yourself and always try to talk to someone new and never let the conversation die because if you do, then it will just be awkward. I went up to this girl one time and tried to talk to her and be myself and got her number and we were having a great talk and I started to let the conversation die, and it was the most awkward thing in my life because we were both just sitting there not saying a word and you could almost hear a pen drop it was that quite, turned out that she liked me and I had no idea until it was too late, but now we are good

There I was on the block next to the High Bar. It was about 5:00 at night when my coach told me to do a Kip. As I got up on the bar my nose filled with the smell of chalk. I started to swing, and as I came out of my half turn I looked good. Everything seemed fine but as I came to the part of the Kip where I have to pull my legs up to the bar, I slammed my shins into the bar. My momentum was stopped and I dropped on to the mat, missing the Kip. I felt like I had let down my coach and I had let down myself too. That day I experienced failure. That failure made me want my Kip even more so I worked harder and had support from my teammates.

“Casey, your group needs to do the stunt one more time!” coach said imprudently. It happened March 26, 2015; it was at the end of a two hour practice. During the summer months in South Georgia, it is utterly hot and humid, especially in our cheer gym (a warehouse with no air conditioner); it only has two heavy-duty fans and a roll-up door. With this in mind, my group became slightly irritated. Everyone was exhausted; nevertheless we still had to do the stunt anyway.

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Tonya, my sister, was the first to join band in school, making me feel expected to join in sixth grade. I played the clarinet all the way through eighth grade until freshman year ;unfortunately, I struggled through the beginning and made the decision to quit. Rejoining has given my some of the best memories of my

Whenever I think about my time in elementary school and even in early middle school, I can't help but just smile, reflecting on how everything in my life appeared to be a perfect chain of events that resulted in who I am now. I remember always being told as a kid that I was shy and didn’t talk much. At first I wondered why I had such a lack of social skills and wondered why I had such a hard time expressing what I thought. While I personally believe I have overcome my shyness and have become a much more open and expressive person, I sill think back to what may have caused that awkward period of time.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

At the beginning of the year, I was very shy and didn’t feel like interacting with people at the beginning. Back in March 2011, I met with an accident that injured me so badly that I was unconscious in the ICU for nearly a week. Fortunately, none of my injuries left me handicapped or hindered in any way. When I started college, I started to realize that life is too short to waste on being shy and introverted, while you know that, in college, you are going to meet people that will change your life. Throughout the semester, the friendships I made here will last forever. I have realized that each and every person I have met here have influenced my in some way and have had an impact on my life.

Do you think that revision is necessary to identify problems within the paper that you have written? When I first re-read my submission from January I was disappointed with the quality that the paper held. At the beginning of the semester I felt as if my work was not perfect but slightly above average. After completing this semester and revising my paper from the beginning of the semester I have realized that above average was not a true representation of my work. It would not come close to being considered my most quality work, in fact the quality just barely passes for average. My rhetorical choices shifted but didn’t completely change while completing my revision. I expected English 101 to consist of assignments where we argued our opinion

If I could have one 'do-over' in life I would choose the day my sister died. I spent a lot of time wondering if there was anything that I could have done differently that day that could have prevented her from dying. The doctors have told me that, unfortunately, there was nothing that I, or anyone else could have done for her. So, the only thing that I would do over would be our last few hours together. She was a curious six year old and I was an eleven year old who thought that I was too cool to be hang out with my sister at the beach. Instead of telling her to ''go away brat" or "leave me alone, you're so annoying" I would have played with her vigorously. I would splashed and swam and ran around the whole beach with her. I would have told