Personal Narrative-Growing (Y/N)

Almost instantly my heart warmed at the presence of 7 year old Timothy . "Hey buddy, isn't it passed your bed time?" I joked making sure I am bent down to his level. His big blue eyes stared at my brown ones intently "We were all waiting for your arrival." He took my hands into his small ones , signaling me to follow

Being the new kid, in a school where it is easy to be another face in the crowd, is hard. During my first few years of high school, I didn't attend converse as I have nearly my entire life. I was enrolled in Parkway, a school in Bossier. The school was so much bigger than what I was used to and I felt overwhelmed. I was lost as to where to go the first two weeks since each class was on a different floor and hallway. My classes were so difficult, too! I was used to testing high scores, with little to no effort. There, was another story. I was average. In my honor classes, I was so behind on what I needed to know, and the teachers were going a mile per minute. Their tone of voice could make you feel stupid for even asking a single question on a difficult problem. I didn't necessarily dislike any of them, but I did have my favorite teacher.

“Ahh...Middle School. So I guess the phrase “they grow up so fast” seems true. I can finally start acting like a mature young adult so to say. But there’s one problem: I have no idea what I’m supposed to do. The night before I just came back from Florida thinking that it would be a piece of cake. BUT I WAS WRONG. Here’s how it went down or at least how I think it went down. One warm crispy September morning I woke up ready to enjoy another day of summer vacation when I realized middle school was starting. I started to panic thinking to myself, “I missed orientation so I have no idea what to do. What will everyone think of me. What if I can’t open my locker?” I get nervous on the first day of school and I broke out in a cold sweat. I was so

People always aspire to get better at something. Whenever someone starts to learn something new, they’re not good at it right off the bat. This is the case for learning how to write and develop arguments. I started to write in elementary school, and I was not excellent at it. After many years of writing, I have definitely grown to be a better writer. My papers in SLC have better word choice than in my FLC papers.

I will be the first to admit that I am—extremely—far from perfection. Throughout my seventeen years of existence, I have faced my fair share of challenging experiences and have handled these experiences with an abundance of different attitudes, or mindsets. Over the years, I have found myself in sticky situations, but have never put much thought into how my overall mindset has helped me get through each circumstance I encounter—until now. Carol Dweck, in her inspirational manuscript Mindset, discusses the disadvantages towards a fixed mindset, and the lasting advantages towards a growth mindset.

This semester we have done many activities/sessions that have really helped me grow as a reader, writer, and as a learner in general. We have done everything from writing a literary essay, to learning how to write with argumentative purposes.

Growing up I did not have what most people consider a normal family. I grew up in East Texas with a drug addict for a mother and a older gentleman for a father. My family was greatly affected by my mother's drug addiction. Even though we did not go without the necessary tools to survive there were major aspects that come a long with growing up that I missed out on. While my mother never actually harmed me or my siblings her actions had a negative lasting effect. While I was the middle child I was the most mature one so therefore when my mother would leave on her drug binges I had to step up and take her place at a young age. Having to step up at such a young age made me mature at early age which caused me to act out once I was older

As a writer, I have improved tremendously. Over the course of the 2015 fall semester, English 015 has helped me grow as a writer in all ways possible. From hearing Dr. Duffy’s wise words regarding writing throughout class, to participating in peer review sessions, writing has become a skill that I have flourished in. As a child, I would constantly write stories and poems to express my feelings and emotions. Sadly enough, I can admit that as a lonely child, writing was my only companion and confidant. As an eight year old child, I found myself writing stories about the individuals in or around my life. After creating a satire about my mother’s workplace and the employee’s who worked there, I knew I had a gift regarding writing. I watched my

“That’s no excuse.” The lady answered. Markus shamefully looked up at the lady. Her face was beat red and her eyes squinted in fury. “How dare you disrespect the goddess of beauty! How dare you frighten Aphrodite!” She screamed in his

As the bright, golden sun lazily rose in the early morning sky, Bridgette Becker sat in her plush bed with her younger sister, Margot. The two girls were still very tired, as they had woken up much earlier than usual to prepare for arrival of some family members. Their mother had told them that a “family emergency” had come up, hence the sudden visit. As Bridgette slowly began to rise to clean and get ready, her mother burst into the room, looking very busy and frazzled. When her mother was like this, Bridgette knew to be polite and on her absolute best behavior.

When my seventh grade year began, I thought I was perfectly fine. In actuality, I was not. I was making wrong choices which caused my grades to drop. When people tried to help me, I ignored them. Later on, I started to see my errors and this caused me to become really upset and ashamed of the person I was becoming. My family was also extremely disappointed in me. I was tired of being lectured and punished. I didn’t like the girl I was turning into and I wanted people to see and know me for who I really was. Therefore, I needed to make changes.

I've struggled with acne for half my life at this point. It's definitely come with its emotional turmoil and made it so much harder as a teen learning to love herself. It was never just one zit on my forehead and a couple on my cheek, oh no it was everywhere even on my ears. However, as a teen this problem was so much different because it's something that is pretty much expected, but as an adult it's so much different. Breaking out makes me stressed and the more I stress out the more I break

There are a countless amount of times where my mother would give the justification of “you are a girl, it’s different you have to take care of yourself”. As a child I thought that this was just another thing parents would say to get their young girls to do or agree to what they wanted, kind of like the “because I said so” excuse. Now that I am a young adult, venturing away from home and getting a taste to what adult life is, this saying has taken on a different meaning to me.

Turning into an adult can be tricky especially if you’re too young. Josh had to turn into an adult extremely quickly. He had to be like a father to Joey and make sure he had all of his needs. This happened to me when I was 11 when my Great Grandpa passed away.

Growing up young was very rough for me. From the age of 5-12 was my roughest time period. By the age of 8 I had given up on life and felt that I had no reason to still be living. Day by day things got harder and harder. I was physically, emotionally, and verbally abused by my mother. She made those 7 years the worst years of my life.