Personal Narrative Essay

“Life is like a box of chocolates you never know what your gonna get” (Gump, Forest) sounds familiar huh? When I ponder on the idea of an electrifying episode in my life, I think about the unexpected things that have happened. However something out of the ordinary “tickled my fancy”. After all my years of thinking it was impossible, the improvable became reality. Now just for a second I want you to sit back, relax, and enjoy my journey of becoming Student Body President.

SC completed RA HV with Pa on1/12/2016. By Pa walking to the door to let SC in the apartment she was severely SOB and she was wearing her oxygen. SC asked Pa if this was common and she reported that it’s always like that she just have to pace herself. Pa reports that she uses to have bloody noses and sore throat all the time but now her humidifier has help her al in controlling that. Pa's as a history of COPD, asthma, OA, RA, GERD all of which affect her functioning and ability to adequate care for herself. At one of Pa’s routine medical visit it was discover that a lump she has had for many years is now growing and her doctor is very concerned Pa a battery of test down in November, 2015 and was schedule to get the result two months later 1/10/2016 (but 1/10/2016 saw on a Sunday and that doctors office was closed Pa was sent a letter from the doctor’s office asking

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.

I speeded up, crossed the bridge, and headed north to Santa Clara. I was going to college. After so many years, I was still moving. Ten minutes later I finally saw it, the Santa Clara University.

Auditions for the spring production of The Sound of Music quickly approached. My vocal chords did not understand the importance of that audition to me and refused to overcome my laryngitis. Rehearsing multiple times a day, drinking lemon tea with throat coat and Ricola, putting myself on vocal rest, I made every effort necessary to prepare. The day of auditions, I avoided all dairy and caffeine. After school, I nervously traversed the halls toward the choir room, every note of "That's Rich" from Newsies ringing through my head. Competitors passed audition forms throughout the room, and my hand deftly filled out the familiar paper.

Drenched in sweat, legs tired, heart pounding, and the finish line in sight. I needed to cross it, even if I end up crawling to accomplish my goal. My scheduled event that day was only for the 100-meter dash, but my coach picked me to also run the 400-meter race. I couldn’t let my team down. The last leg of the race was rough. Fortunately I successfully made it through. My drive to succeed gave me strength to do so. This drive and determination has stayed with me all my life.

When it was brought to my attention that I was selected to give a speech, I freaked out. Throughout my four years of high school, and most definitely before that, I have loathed all of the moments where I had to speak in front of others. I could never seem to make those butterflies in my stomach dissipate and I would zoom through my presentation. This transpired whenever I presented, and, as my former English teacher Ms. Keisha Tooks-Riley put it, I would always ‘take that L.’ However, standing here, I hope to turn that L into a W today.

There I was sitting in front of about 150-200 people about to give what I thought was the biggest speech of my life, and at the moment it was. I sat in my seat taking deep breaths in and out, trying to stop my heart from beating out of my chest as Timothy Roberts name was called. I knew I was up next and had to give my speech. I awaited the calling of my name sitting there with a 1,000 thoughts racing through my head, what if I stumble over my words? What if everyone laughs at me? The principal loudly announced, “Javeon Richards.” I hesitantly stood up and slowly walked to the podium one foot after the other with my armpits sweating profusely. I approached the podium. My eyes immediately locked in on my brother who was in

Sometimes, I think to myself, that one action can affect a single person, a small group of people, or a large group of people. My granddaughter walks up to me with a cup of coffee in one hand, and she has something else that I cannot identify in the other. As she hands me the coffee, I ask her, “What do you have in your hand there.” She hands me a couple of pictures; they are of an old friend and I. She asks me “Who is that man in that picture?” and, at that moment, it reminds me of how the actions that I had with that man have affected people in all the ways I can think about. I told her, “I think it is time for me to tell you about The Great War, who Sean was, and how he has affected my whole life.” I take a sip of my coffee and I begin to reminisce in the

He sat in the lobby of his dorm as soon as he realized he would have to pull an all-nighter in order to finish his books. His roommate, Joey, liked to get to bed early, so he packed up everything he thought he would need and went downstairs to read . . . and read . . . and read some more.

I was bruised, bitten, and banged up, and I loved it. The weekend had completely made my summer and filled in a part of my personality that I never knew existed. My king salmon fishing trip taught me perseverance, trust, tolerance, and that it is not always the trophy, but instead the journey you take along the way.

My friend introduced my family to The Center for Talented Youth (CTY). “It’s a 3 week summer program where you choose from a variety of courses and learn, but it’s not that boring. You’ll have fun.” I didn’t believe that last part; it sounded like a non-stop learning and unappealing camp. I worked hard all school year and finished with high marks, so I wanted to stay home and play games. However, my parents were hooked on the idea of an educational summer and there was no way I could change their mindset. Soon enough, filled with dread, I packed my bags and headed to the Carlisle site to spend 3 weeks at the program.

1. Jared:”I don’t like to do anything rather than; playing computer games or hanging out with my friends. I don’t think the school can help me anymore. I prefer to start work and make money, then I can move from my parents house. I really need to be alone. I don’t want to see my stepmother’s face everyday.”

I was dreading to attend due to the the overwhelming pressure that is expected to go above and beyond to complete an assignment but of course nobody wants to niglet free college classes so i took a leap of faith. My first assignment was to make a speech on a topic to informing the class. I could not be more terrified in being front and center of the classroom. I could feel all forty-six out of the twenty-three students eyes deadbolted on me. My hands shaking and sweating my legs wobbling like elvis presley, but i had to get through this speech i refused to be the little mouse. I took a deep breath and started with my topic next thing i knew i heard clapping, it was over and apparently i didn't do to bad. After that experience i felt like a natural just talking to a group of people on one topic i was passionate about. This was the first step on showing people my thoughts and

“Everybody, get your hands up!” cries Ankita, and to the counts of “5...6...7...8” we begin to dance.