Personal Narrative Experience : A Personal Experience

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

Any single human experience can only properly be judged by that human’s amount of dread or anticipation in it’s beginning or end.

The human experience is not a vague suggestion of what all people strive for. This is an individualized set of preferences and priorities that each person desires in life. We are all unique beings and as a physical therapist, there is a duty to create a specific strategy of care that is centered on the needs of the consumer. Movement is the basis of everything. Optimizing movement by improving mobility and motion, managing pain, and regaining original capabilities will guide society to healthier and more active lifestyles.

Stockton is my home away from home. Ever since my first undergraduate open house experience I have felt a sense of belonging on this campus. In truth, I chose to enroll at Stockton because of their engaging curriculum and hospitality. However, I stayed at Stockton because of the faculty and staff members treated me like family, not just another nameless student. During my freshman year, I took a theater class as an elective, and that decision changed my life. Mrs. Hendrick encouraged me to embrace my culture and uniqueness; she made me look forward coming and staying at Stockton every day. Every year I witnessed Stockton’s benevolence to students, veterans, and the community. When Stockton changed its status to a university, I felt inspired to also be like an osprey and soar to new heights. Over the past five years, Stockton has not only nurtured me with knowledge, but challenged me to be a productive individual.

I’m surrounded by expected actions and bouncing basketballs. I had not yet found my true calling, though many around me have, whether it be basketball, cheerleading, the adrenaline of running past you’re competition they all had found something to drive them. It took me a year to find what I was truly passionate about and now that I am recollecting on it I’m obsessed with it, the overwhelming intensity that I am overcome with when I touch a volleyball. The first year of volleyball was rough, I enjoyed the fast-paced adrenaline when those fervent seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours, but I didn’t have the skill required to continue to pursue the goals I set for myself. But I kept grinding, always practicing, always finding some way to include some sort of training into my daily endeavors like studying in intervals and rewarding myself with some technique training,

It was a foggy Saturday morning. Dew covered the purple, orange and pink roofs. The green flooring was flooded with muddy fragments. The intricate rays of sun shone through the water beads. My family left our cubicle apartment and joined the colony for the work day in the immaculate village.

I have been writing since I started school, and I have always been passionate about writing. When I was young, my parents couldn't afford books, so I decided to write my own. I wrote about dolphins, and I would read my stories to my parents, and they always made me feel proud to be a writer. They made me feel like one day I would be the best writer ever.

The dance that was most aesthetically pleasing to me was the dance titled “A Voice.” This dance had a combination of both single-unit and multi-unit movements. It was very appealing to watch. It was interesting to see how they originally started with two people dancing together, with one left out, to a different combination, to a different one. This dance was the one that let me leave the whole show with a smile. I could not believe the chemistry that all of the performers had during that dance. It dragged me into the story that they were portraying. The performance had an aura that I just could not get over. It was obviously the dance of the night for me.

As I was preparing for this interview, I had no idea what to expect. Aside from our email correspondence, I had never met nor heard of Mrs. Laureti. Curious to learn more of my interviewee, I found her LinkedIn profile and felt the nerves rise in me. This professional had done it all; doing what I dreamed of doing in my own future! How was I going to be able to steer the conversation? What if I made a terrible first impression? We had set the date for the interview; October 7th, at the Capitol Complex. I set my GPS for Harrisburg and made my way up I-81, arriving nearly 45 minutes early. Walking into the Complex itself was intimidating by itself; this was where the magic happens, where all the policy is written and passed. I made my way down the escalators and was met by a cheerful Mrs. Alycia Laureti. We each took our turns introducing ourselves, talking about my commute,the weather, finally sitting out in front of the coffee stand. I choose to talk about three aspects of her work; educational requirements, a day in the life, and, because I enjoy puns, “politics” in the workplace.

I have work experience with the Department of Youth Rehabilitative Services as a Family Crisis Therapist Intern (May 2016-August 2016). Duties include, but are not limited to working with clients and families to obtain social and background information involving income, education, religion, criminal, health, addiction, race or ethnicity. Information is used to help in determining eligibility of various social service needs and resources. Provide individual and group counseling to identify specific problems to aide in the development and implements of service/treatment plans. Maintain and document narrative case notes for data entry into an automated information system. Report progress and make recommendations to the court and staff.

When we were asked to interview one of our peers I didn’t realized how much I can learn about a person in a short time. My selected partner was a beautiful, elegant young lady with flaxen blond straight hair, bright white teeth, wearing casual but at the same time stylish jersey draped top and pants which flattered her slightly tanned skin tone.

“We’re almost there two more blocks,” Tyler told Dylan. We rode down the street and when the sun shined off the object it was like looking at the sun! “Ouch,” I said. We pulled over to see what it was. You would never guess!

1. When I was five years old I had lost my first tooth at the park. It was a sunny day and I was with my dad and we were going to fish. My tooth had been loose for a while and I had been wiggling it all day and my dad noticed instead of fishing I was messing with my tooth. We both stood up and he reached in my mouth and was able to pull it out, I heard a pop sound and fell down right after he pulled it out, so it looked like I fainted right after he did it. We laugh about it to this day but at the time I was scared when I first saw the blood but it’s still a funny story.

Willow acted calm like it was no big deal we might go in a submarine but I could tell she was excited and eager. Willow’s dad finally finished talking to the lab workers. He walked over to us with a stern look on his face. He sighed like he was sad, and my heart dropped. Did they say no. He sighed again, “Well, they said,” then he smiled, “We can!” All three of us jumped for joy! We were going in a submarine! “You scared me for a second!” Willow told her dad. “Yeah, well we have to go now or we won’t be allowed. So, right this way!” He guided us through the mass of submarines to a bright orange one with black lineing. “Woah,” I whispered. “Cool, right?”Scarlett nudged me. “Yeah,” I said softy. Willow’s dad went around the left side of the

Have you ever been forced to go somewhere or do something that you didn’t want to do? Usually, when you do it, you hate it and you wish you never had to do it. But sometimes, you actually have fun while doing it. This happened to me last summer. My Dad asked me, “Do you want to go to church camp?” “No thanks” I replied. I did not want to at all. Last time I went to a camp, I was barely fed, I had no friends, and there was nothing to do when we had free time. They replied with, “Since you feel that way, you’re going.” “What?! I just want to stay home.” “I promise that you’ll enjoy it” he said, “Fine” I said unenthusiastically. On the day before the camp, there was a meeting explaining what the camp would be like. I was very unenthusiastic