Personal Narrative: Gramma

Arriving in this class I didn’t really know what to expect, and having a fragile background in English I was a bit concerned on how I would perform. Carrying over twenty years of discouragement stemming from my high school years, I thought I knew enough but came to the realization I didn’t. After a few weeks of settling in to class it felt like doors that I didn’t know how to open could be now opened and ignited my desire for more knowledge. For the first time in my life I was excited to learn English and eager to use it. My reading was above normal along with my vocabulary, however my grammar, and writing structure was my weakest point and that’s what I wanted to focus on.

I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.

I, Deputy Gough received a call reference a white Ford truck driving in the Gamester trailer court all over the roadway. Upon my arrival I spoke with David Vore and Jennifer Vore. Jennifer Stated that Randy was the driver of the white Ford truck that said, “All Good Construction.” David and Jennifer both stated that they saw the truck drive through the yard hitting a slow child at play sign and the stop sign.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

Writing makes possible to us expressing in a paper what we cannot communicate by talking. For this reason, the writer must make his composition readable and understandable in order to get the idea by the reader of what he is attempting to communicate. This requires a whole writing process that I have experienced thus far this semester in my English Composition I Honors Course. I have recognized what my strengths and weaknesses in writing are. So that, focusing more on my weaknesses than my strengths will help me to improve much more my writing skills by the end of the semester.

A significant compromise that I have made would be deciding to forgive my mother for kicking me out in order to live with her again. When I was about 15 years old, me and my mother got into an argument that ended with her dropping me off at my grandmother's door and driving off. I was upset and just asked my grandmother if I could stay, she would do this a lot so I assumed that she was not serious. About a week later she brought over my bed and my clothes. I had realized that she was serious and did not want me back home. A few months later I found a stray dog being thrown off a car in the freeway so I decided to get it. My aunt, who I was also living with, told me that there were no dogs allowed at her home so we drove to PetSmart. They were

A speak is moving on the paper. Tracing every letter with a little spark that flickers. I stick my fingers out to touch it and the instant contact burns me and I drop the paper with a gasp. Light comes up from the ground the second the paper hits the floor, shining so bright it could very possibly light a whole city. I cover my eyes at the brightness of it. The light gets bigger and closer and within less than three seconds, the light surrounds us. I want to scream bloody murder out of pure confusion and fear. Then, I feel as if I'm being sucked forward until my whole body, without my permission, is slowly being lifted off my window seat. I try to grab for Amanda, but everything is gone the second I blink.

Imagine of being born and grew-up without having communication in your country. Back in my childhood life, I created a massive of problems with my parents, teachers, and even friends which made me felt lachrymose. Could not understand why my parents and teachers were outraged that I can feel being discriminated, abused, and humiliated. Not learning to speak and understand English until I became six. However, I spoke a couple of languages, Vietnamese and Chinese though. As a child, the time when I lived with my grandma for a while, she first taught how to speak Chinese. And when I move to live with my mom, she starts lecturing me on speaking Vietnamese. As I began proceeding to Preschool, these two languages stuck between my head. Still,

One lesson I have learned that I heard from my mom is “Everything happens for a reason.” My mom first said this on our way to the Smoky Mountains.  We had got on the expressway and the two lanes had split with a wall in between each lane.  Because of the construction, we had to drive an hour and a half out of the way.  My whole family was bummed out about arriving to the Smokies later than expected, but my mom said “Everything happens for a reason.” This has been a motto of mine ever since that trip. I think of this aphorism when things happen that is out of my control.  In the future, I hope I can still use this motto in the future to keep myself from overreacting to things I have no control over.  All in all, my mom’s motto is important to keep in mind when uncontrollable things occur.

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

Valerie, you and I seem to be opposites in our dominant and weak functions. Personally, I believed that thinking was my dominant function while feeling was my weakest. I have a tendency to try and gather as many facts as I can about a given situation and based on what I’ve been given, I then allow myself to use my feeling function, which I believe to be more introverted than extroverted. That being said, I think your strength with the feeling function really helps you with your job. However, the two of us did get the same attitude result from the questionnaire, and I also was not surprised that the quiz labeled me an introvert. I think we were also right in knowing which function was more dominant in ourselves. While you ended up being an INFJ,

I wanted to start a business. Sitting in my windowless basement office, across the hall from my state-of-the-art quantum physics laser lab, I decided I was going to start selling my services as a professional mentalist and hypnotist.

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

“Tienes que leer y escribir en ingles,” (I had to read and write in English), said my father. People would think, “Well you have an advantage because you speak Spanish.” Well, it was easier said than done, growing up in two different worlds it was difficult my vocabularies would mix up and I would end up making a new tongue twister. Therefore, I was not fortunate with my literacy in any aspect. I would get called dumb since I would not pronounce every vowel, word nor consonants correctly. I had a rough time in elementary school because I was a “joke”, but that did not stop me from learning I taught myself how to read and write in English.

I was sitting in the front of the class, where I always sat since the beginning of the year. It was extremely quiet. I felt like somebody was watching me, like there was someone standing over me, maybe it was just my conscious, or maybe there was really someone there. There was writing on the desk and it read “And life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you're watching someone die.” It was May 12, 2014, it was about two o’clock. It was fourth period, I was in English, we were working on an essay about something that we had accomplished that year. I was writing about how I was able to fit in and make friends, that used to be really hard for me. It was still completely silent…. and then the intercom broke the silence within