Personal Narrative: Forgetting My Email Password

I should get my phone back because i have now learned my lesson about being more responsible and doing the daily things i should do.

Having grown up in a time and within a society where the terms fail and lose are rarely spoken to children in any aspect of their lives, I generally considered myself a success in everything I did. I received medals, ribbons, certificates, awards, and trophies for academics, sports, and for just being a kid. So in my mind, for the majority of my life, I was unaware that I had failed or lost at anything. And having a father that is a U.S. Marine, failing and losing were not things that I wanted to tell him that I had done. Now that I am tasked to determine how I have grown from my failures, I realize that I have failed, that failure is not the end, and that I have excelled in several areas of my life due to what I have learned from those failures.

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

Hi, my sister's phone has somehow been reset. When you press the home button, the screen reads "Activation Lock" and says that the iphone was lost or erased. Her Apple ID is Whitneyvanland@gmail.com, she doesn't remember her first password from when we first set it up. I have reset her password but, on the activation lock it says that I need the password from when we first set up her

As I stood on the outside of the arena watching teen girls traditional finish dancing, my stomach filled with butterflies. I walked into the arena as the announcer says “Next up teen girl's jingle,” with all the other dancers in my category. It was Sunday, the last day of Indian Summer Pow Wow, and my last contest for this pow wow, this year. Although I was nervous, I was also filled with happiness, confidence, and gratefulness. “Take it away boys” the announcer says. That’s when I knew that the drum group was going to start playing and this meant I had to start dancing.

When I think of my mistakes, it was a challenge for me to identify the biggest, let alone my favorite. After thinking upon of what I thought were simple insignificant mistakes, I found something that is also responsible for my happiness and health today. My biggest mistake was not getting injured, but continuing to train injured and treating the shooting pain as soreness. This injury lead me to many places, and through many treatments. It has been painful and arduous but the outcome helped pave the way I live my life.

I have been procrastinating on sending you this letter. It’s not that I have been too busy or that life has gotten in the way. The truth is that I have found difficulty writing you an apology because I am disappointed in myself and embarrassed. However, this isn’t and shouldn’t be about me. The truth is that I owe you a sincere apology for my actions. I asked you for help completing an assignment and I completely took advantage of your kindness and willingness to help a fellow student. I knew that you would be more than willing to help as you have always been there to offer guidance both personally and academically. I know that you only offered your mind map as an example of how you did the assignment. I took that example and used

I chose to take AP Biology in my sophomore year of high school, which I quickly learned was a very demanding course. Even the instructor agreed there was too much material to cover before the AP test. This meant that we flew through each unit, and had very few opportunities to earn extra credit.

I sent Loss Prevention an email about this situation because I felt my life was in danger. I was now dealing daily, face to face, with the two workers wanting payment for their services. See attachment P 1-4.

I have had stitches before, in my head, but I did not know that one collosal mistake could cost me my entire summer of getting wet and showering. It was summer in Michigan, and I was at my Grandmother’s house for camping, like my brothers and I do every year. This year, I was excited because my father had let us bring our bikes to ride around.

Bare with me for another blog post about volleyball. This weekend was the Badger Region Volleyball Tournament, which my team participated in. When I walked into the building, the memories flooded in with scenes from the elevator adventures, cheese fries, and design your own sweatshirts. The first day, my team didn't play up our full potential, with my team only winning one out of three matches; which meant that we didn't place in any of the brackets, meaning zero chance of receiving a medal. However, at the end of the second match, I got switched from being middle all-around to libero ( a position where you only play back row on offense and defense). I guess it's an honor, but it puts a lot of pressure on me by labeling me as the best passer

Stepping on to the scratched up ice, however still gleaming in all the light. I remember shaking of fright and of the cold atmosphere surrounding me. Not knowing what was coming next. Will I fall?, Miss a step? Forget my program? Soon enough my music would start and I would be off. Thinking about my program, hoping I wouldn't mess anything up. It was all a big blur, nothing was clear to me. The audience was filled with parents and skaters from all parts of the COS (Central Ontario Section). The judges seemed to be staring me down, trying not to look at their mean, cold eyes, I stepped on the ice. Everyone staring at me, it made me very uncomfortable, and I felt pretty awkward being there. I tried not to show my fear, however I don't think I did that very well. There was this little girl at her first skating competition, and the first one to go, how will she do?

Hey, I couldn’t really make it to the meeting yesterday. I really just had to much to do last night. When you’re a self-employed artist owning a cat, things don’t go as planned. Did I also mention I own a dog too, because that’s pretty important in why I couldn't make it to AA. So, oil paint is my favorite medium. I have this beautiful canvas I’m painting for David Bowie, its of Queen Elizabeth. Her luscious white hair, probably one of the most consolidated images I have ever had the opportunity to paint in my life. Oil paint, is one difficult medium to remove off of cat fur. My little munchkin cat, Miss Moo Moo, spontaneously catapulted straight into my bowl of paint I was currently using. This paint, chalky as can be,

I can bet that all of us here have wrestled with death once or twice in our lives. We all know how hard it is to cope with the loss of something that we love. After, people say that they completely understand death and what it means. There are many times in my own life where I think that I have understood death. I was wrong. Sure, I have lost fish and grandparents, but the one that hurt me the most and made me truly understand is when I lost my dog.

Nowadays, technology is speeding our way of communication and the way in which we handle our personal lives. Zdziarski (2008) described, “How the iPhone has quickly become a market leader in technology and has been a big success around the world” (preface.iX). The iPhone has become a very useful tool in many aspects of people lives. However, people should be aware that this device can store a great amount of data in its memory and that if you ever lost or had it stolen all off your personal and professional information can be available to whoever has it in their hand.