Personal Narrative-Formal Analysis

Overview of Main Points: By taking control of your lifestyle habits, diet, workout routines, I know it is possible for anyone to put on muscle they work so hard for. Transition: With that being said, I want to explain how bettering your everyday lifestyle decisions

Attention and I usually do not go hand in hand. Whenever it is avoidable, I avoid it; simple. One concept that does go well with me is music; saxophone specifically. Ever since my introduction to the instrument in sixth grade I remember only positive memories. When first learning the saxophone, I had no idea the opportunities it would bring me as well as the obstacles it would encourage me to overcome.

I hope I will not make you feel uncomfortable what I am about to write you in this message. But I been have these naughty sexual fantasy about you and I know you don't want to read about it, but here's it goes. The telephone rings ten minutes after midnight and you were on the other end of the phone, start to flirt on the phone. Saying you can't sleep come over so we could talk about our togetherness, I say okay I will walk to your home. So I walk to this apartment complex where you stayed, ring the door ring, you open the door grab me pull me in your apartment complex, and start kissing as you shut the door as you have me against the door. I say I thought you wanna talk, you say I just said that to get you here, after moments later we was

To begin with, a little background about me, as I was growing up I was the fat child from my whole family. From all my sisters I was the chubby one. Until I was allowed to do sports which wasn't until the third grade. I decided to do cross country, dont ask me why out of all sports I chose cross country. Because I asked myself the same question. Well it all happens for a reason, I stuck with cross country for ten years. So I was always thin, however as I grew older I realized that in order to perform better in meets I had to change my diet. Since, I was not performing as great as I did years before. So it wasn’t until my junior year of high school that I started eating healthier. Which meant more fruits and vegetables onto my diet. Although,

Food is marvelous. It can be served in so many different ways: Fried, boiled, sauteed, steamed, grilled or even served cold. Food can be used for comfort or even communion amongst family and friends. As a child I ate everything that was placed in front of me, newer flavors meant a happier me.

If this were a contest to find the most innovative applicant, I would lose. Because of my upbringing, I simply wish to create a better life for myself, for my current family, and for my future family. Therefore, my life goal is to create stability in my life financially. I went to a public school that was almost F rated because I could not afford anywhere else. Recently, I graduated high school with a 3.6 GPA, a 26 ACT score, and in the top 25 percentile of my class. I have taken several AP courses. In those AP courses, I have been able to make a three on the US History and World History AP exams.

Back when I first came to Canada my parents put me into a day camp because they did not have enough time to take care of me. It was a nice camp but It not very culturally diverse, the population of the kids consisted of: White - 80%, Black - 16%, and Asian - 4%. Which was not bad, however...out of those kids I was the only one who did not speak English. In the beginning it was fine, I played with a different kid every day and was generally ignored, but I was new and didn't mind. However about a week in the little problems started. I would walk past a group of kids and they'd start giggling, or I would try to play with some kids but they would run from me or make faces at me while screaming insults (which I did not understand, but knew what

When I was 13 my mother, who was 7 months pregnant, had a stroke.My dad and I rushed her to the emergency room. The doctors told us she was having a stroke so they're were going to have to deliver the baby and operate on her. My baby brother Leo was premature so he had to stay in the neonatal intensive care unit for two months until he was healthy. My mom on the other hand was in a coma for about a couple of weeks. When she woke up her whole right side unable to move. She remained in the hospital for 7 months to recover and was then transferred to a rehab center in Omaha. This took a toll on our family because it was far away from home, and my mother wasn't with us on weekdays. From that point on I had to carry an immense amount of responsibility.

It’s late April, an overcast is shrouding the entirety of the field in a cool, light-grey hue. I close my eyes and take a long, deep breath in. My chest expands as the air floods my lungs. Whether I will be remembered by generations after my own or forgotten as those who attempted before me, will be determined in just the short time following. I exhale the last remaining butterflies which fluttered in my stomach. As I open my eyes, I watch the object of my craft rise and reach its peak where it is most comfortable. Its weight feels natural in my hands, a familiar feeling. I count as I take my first step, starting slow and steadily increasing. One...Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven.

Of all the strange things in the world, humans are by far the strangest creatures I’ve ever observed. This is not only odd, but also ironic because I myself am human and often a subject of human curiosity. It is no secret that as a race we are intrigued by things that are different, this is the sole cause for landing on the moon and attempting to explore the deep marianas trench. Physically, I would not label myself as interesting to others, but when it comes to functional processing and interaction I typically draw attention, either that or I am completely invisible. From a very young age I have struggled with understanding things that I am subconsciously supposed to know and when I fail to remember these things it tends to complicate the flow of communication. Later on, I was

I looked in our mortar and pestle--yuck! Green glop, complete with sesame seeds and puffed rice. This was traditional green tea? When we were called to try drinking it, I felt I looked as green as the “tea” itself. As far as field trips and culture went, I liked the other Hakka (an indigenous Taiwanese people, culture, and language) museums and crafts better. For one, we didn’t have to eat anything else we created, such as traditional textiles. As glad as we all were for the outing, on that day, my classmates and I were happy to return to our regular lessons. I was especially excited for our daily quiz; our teacher was an artisan by hobby, and she had promised a special gift to the three students with the highest number of perfect scores at

What did I do this summer? Well about 75% of it was spent in summer school so I didn’t really do much. I woke up about 7:00 every morning and started my day. Besides going to summer school I babysat my sister’s kids almost every day.

When I first heard that I had to wear my own letter on my clothes for 48 hours all I thought to myself was, ‘Wow I’m going to look like a nerd that actually does her school assignments.” And boy was I right, well I at least think I was. Pinning on my “S” was rough, it may have well represented the word “Struggle” rather than “Sarcastic”. It took five minutes just to jam the safety pin into my pants, trying to figure out how to position it to lay flat against my leg was a lot worse than it may have seemed to an onlooker. By the time I had finally fastened the pin of death to my leg the class had already moved on. Throughout the rest of class my letter didn’t bother me since everyone else had one on and my arms were nowhere near the pointed, curvy, and evil laminated ‘s’ of death.

Hope your weekend was great. Mine on the other hand, well lets just say... I most defiantly learned a few lessons and of coarse, the hard way.

Well, he was supposed to be reading it, but somehow I managed to read it before him. From just being forced to listen and figure things out for myself I began to read and write a lot faster than most children. I first processed sounds which formed into letters which created words, those words could be pieced in together to create a sentence. It somehow became a mental equation that I did every time I heard something. I had to go through that process very quickly in order to give a response in a normal amount of time. When I was finally taught how to read properly the process didn’t make sense to me. It was too easy. I didn’t really talk much and that concerned my tutor when she first arrived. I just never had a reason to talk since my parents