Personal Narrative: Exploring Personality Faccist

At the end of my Junior year, I watched all of my older friends work on scholarships and prepare for graduation. Everyone seemed to know what they wanted to go to school for, and what they wanted to do after they graduated. While watching them, I began to reflect on the past school year, thinking back to the first week of school sitting in the locker room talking to to my friends about how we are ready to be seniors and figure out what we want to do with our lives. But, listening to all the seniors talking about their majors and schools, I began to feel nauseous. I had no clue what I wanted to do after high school. Was I supposed to have that figured out already? I then began to have questions thrown at me left and right throughout the summer.

“I didn’t spend a lot of time being afraid…. Just before and after and during patrol. John answered, as he finished his coffee. “There’s nothing like a cold cup of coffee.”

There is one thing that i remember from age 11 to 15 and i will explain that to you here in this story.

For the period of the course of an creator speak on my state-of-the-art book, I mentioned the pleasure I derive from performing menial and mundane tasks....With ease for the sake of going by way of the motions. Anticipating that remark to be met with confusion-or outright rebellion-amongst this crowd of good-heeled New Yorkers, or with appears that conveyed an "I handiest do meaningful work and never perform mundane duties myself," it as a substitute was met with silent nods of approval. Nods that instructed that each person knew what I used to be talking about. And that a small pang of "Oh yes! I bear in mind doing mundane chores as a kid" swept by means of our collective consciousnesses.

“Enjoy this easy life while you have it, because once you get to college, no one cares how hard you have it.” This common phrase was preached to me throughout my high school years. It was instructed to me so often that I built a fear for college, although that I knew college would be my next step in life. It was a necessity for a successful future for myself. I dreaded the teachers, the social aspect, the homework, the exams, and the people. I became close-minded to something I had not even experienced yet. I allowed for that phrase to get inside my head and build a wall around the idea of college.

“The strengths for me are adaptability, restoration, individualization, empathy, and relator. Adaptability is easy for me because I don’t like confrontation. I try to just go with whatever as long as it doesn’t threaten my children or myself. Growing up I just learned to avoid bad situations. If an environment is good I deal with it. If a situation is bad I deal with that as well. Restoration is what I’m dealing with now. I need to work on restoration for myself. I do seem to have good advice for others but I lack that in some parts of my life. I need restoration with my finances. So I plan on reading books on financial planning. I have always just wanted to spend money and not save my plan is to educate myself and restore my financial situation.” (Clifton, 2006)

Today, I still leave most of the work to do on the day before the deadline. Taking me always delayed reviewing knowledge and told myself I must brush up tomorrow and procrastinated everyday…until the day before the test as an example, there is obviously that I knew I have too much knowledge to comprehend and remember, but it’s too late. I only reviewed one third at last. When given the feedback, I remember my mother saying, “You did a pretty good job on this test.” She pointed the paper which marked the failed score. I had nothing to do except being silent. “It’s also a lesson to avoid procrastination.” I took notes on the book to remind me.

I am from my small, brown pillow from blankets designed specifically for me I am from a loving and caring home that used to house so many voices I am from the giant redwood tree whose branches spread like the wings of a bird I am from my wooden toy chest and my soft, pink blanket From my white polka dot dress that I would wear for every occasion I am from Gorter and Murakami from two families who differ in many ways from green eyes and straight noses I am from freckles and moon eyes from Japanese dolls and swing sets and from “I love you to the moon and back” I am from Buddhist chanting that echoes throughout my mind from Ojuzu beads that would roll through my fingers And from rice candy and marble soda I am from Cornelius Gorter and

My back locked as I stretched it to it’s furthest point, but I aligned my shoulders flat to appear a precious few inches taller. The eyes in my head darted left and right and fluttered around the field keeping everything in check as I nervously shoved air through the behemoth of a horn in my hands that only seemed to grow larger as time passed. Gliding across field as if I were on ice was the least of my worry, as at this point in the season I began to focus on other details; the direction my shoulders faced, what angle my horn was tilted to, and even how dynamic I played. Seven and a half minutes must have seemed longer than an eternity during the show, but when I look back to it, the best shows are the ones I don’t remember.

As the school was dark and quiet all the student were hiding in the classes waiting for it all to be over. I looked out the window to see Big Shaq, making a music video in the School hallways. No one knew about this raper making this song in the hallways so we all thought it was a scary situation but i kept it to myself just incase it was something bad happening. We have been trapped in our classroom for the past three hours waiting just waiting for the bell to ring, but it never did. Multiple students have started to become hungry but lucky for me I have a chocolate bar in my backpack, so I pulled it out and but before i could eat it the kid beside me took a bite out of it. Nevertheless i decided to just ignore the boy.

So far this week my life is finally falling into a routine once again. I have been studying night and day with breaks in between. Wish I could go out and do more but six classes this semester is going to be interesting but I know that I can do it. I love all my bible classes in particular because it is really opening my eyes to what the bible and God really is. I feel sometimes going up in church has made me just feel like it is something I HAVE to do like read the bible and quote scripture but I never made time outside of church to read the bible and learn scripture which caused a domino effect with me because this made me feel “unchristian”. This feeling made me even more unmotivated and before I knew it I was discouraged once again. I could

I don’t consider myself a daredevil. I’m not one for roller coasters that shoot you in spirals and fling you upside-down. I play it safe, which often makes me the wet blanket in a room full of adrenaline junkies. The problem is can't just “step out of my comfort zone”, it’s not that easy. Before that eventful summer day at Girls Camp on the chilly peaks of Mount Lemmon, if someone told me I would do such a crazy thing as I actually did, I would probably burst out laughing and say, “No way!” The seconds leading up to it, I told myself I was insane. “Why are you doing this!” I tried to ask myself. I was near hyperventilation, but with reassurance from one of my leader's, Sister Brown, and my friends, I backed off the cliff.

One day I had suddenly realized how much weight I had put on . I was shocked at myself that I had never realized when I had started to gain weight. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I wasn’t happy with the way I was taking care of my body and it was time for me to make the change.So, this is where my journey began for a better and healthier lifestyle, but this journey took a turn and also taught me about the lifestyle of the animals. When I’m saying the lifestyle of the animals; I’m not talking about your or my adorable pet, I am talking about the animal we put on our plate. This world is a weird place to live in. We love our dogs and wouldn't let anything hurt them, but at the same time, we are hurting some else’s pet by making them our

It was a average day, parents were at work early that morning. My grandma came over to get me ready and take me to pre-school. I was at the age of three, and I wanted to do whatever everyone that I looked up to was doing, so I saw my grandma was wearing sandals and told her I wanted to wear a pair also. She drove me to pre-school that morning over by Quintana Rd in Morro Bay. Time went by and soon it was recess time, I went outside to play and some kids that were in my class were in the sandbox and were throwing sand all over the cement pathway. I was running around with my sandals on like any kid would, and I came across the sand on the pathway and I slipped and went up in the air tumbled down and landed on my leg. I looked up and saw some

That is, until I was nine and fainted at the sight of my own blood when I cut my finger.