Personal Narrative-Intellectual Analysis

1. I wrote arguments in my persuasive and literary analysis to fulfill standard one. I used my research as evidence and combined that with my prior knowledge to make educated arguments to support my claims. I spent time going through information and analyzing the information to find sufficient evidence.

I set very high standards for myself and am not satisfied with just a mediocre performance. This characteristic has driven me to excel in school. My dedication and hard work have earned me top marks in my classes. It has also enabled me to excel in work, as I like to go above and beyond to get the job done and done well. While this characteristic has its positives, it also comes with its fair share of drawbacks. I often spend copious hours overanalysing and completing tasks that should be completed in a relatively brief time span. I’m hard on myself when something doesn’t produce results that I had hoped or expected. I often think about how my life would be different if I could just settle for a bit little less, but realize this characteristic is just one of the many that make me who I

While you're working at the rescue station, the phone rings of a missing father who hasn't been seen in 5 months after going to Mount. Everest. You think to yourself, "Why should I save them? They risked their life, so now you are going to risk ours?" Well, this is what you have been training for, for half your life. Training for this long will finally pay off. The man's life matters too and it is in danger, so he needs to be saved. People do have the right to rescue services when they put themselves at risk.

I swallowed the cool air and aroma of the summer's morning dew into my hollowed lungs, with the hope to fill them with something as to eliminate the feeling of lonesomeness. At the same time, that lonesomeness was nervousness, but newfound self-confidence had a similar feeling. My palms were clammy and pink as I wondered who would come into my life. Yet I had no desire to develop a new relationship with someone, I only wished to seclude myself with the untouched wilderness. I was young, and I discovered many things while I was at summer camp that helped me grow intellectually. It was solely the minds of others from foreign lands that intrigued me the most. I sought after new philosophies that would aid me in this search for what I wanted to do with my

On the about last week of March, I, Sgt. A. Walton confiscated an unauthorized Casio G-Shock Gray/Black/Light Blue in color watch that was sent to Nottaway Correctional Center by Offender C. Barker #1421016 family member.

Jerry wakes up in a dissociative state still hungover from the previous night’s drug binge, nullifying the pain with a fluffy, symmetrical line of Peruvian cocaine and a tightly packed bowl of luminescent green, trichome plastered cannabis nug sourced from California out of his Illadelph bong; naturally, Jerry was quite the aficionado in recreational drug use and progressive dependency. As dopamine floods his prefrontal cortex he’s invigorated with a renewed sense of grandiosity; he looks in the mirror, his eyes are sunken in, the pallor of his complexion is ghostly, an apparition of a once revered public figure. He averts his eyes to his many awards and commendations for a brief moment, before the cannabis takes effect. He brushes

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

For many, their formative years have a large influence on who they become as adults. This can happen in many different ways including new experiences, discovering a new sport or hobby, and uncovering what they are passionate about. For me, this was falling in love with a new language from a very young age and becoming very interested in the culture that was associated with it.

I am passionate about trying my best. Throughout my high school years, I’ve tried to be as successful as I can. Whether it’s classwork, homework, or tests, I try to prepare myself as much as possible and persevere, even if it is difficult. I usually take my time to do work and make sure that whatever I’m submitting accurately portrays my knowledge and persistence. Though I’m concerned about my success, I am not self-absorbed. I always help others when they’re in need, even if it may seem like a hassle. Helping others motivates me, I cannot let others fail when I know that I’m in a position to help them. Even when I’m asked to help others in an area that I’m not proficient in, I try to assist in the best way I can, whether it means applying

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 was convinced at one point in my life that I wouldn't graduate high school, let alone get a college degree. I grew up in a broken home, where there was physical, emotional, mental, and sexual abuse. This all had a tremendous affect on me as a young girl, well into my teenage years, and early adult hood, and significantly impacted the choices I made for myself at the time. I moved out of my home at the age of 15 after my mother remarried, I went to live with a friend which I thought at that time was a great idea. It wasn't long after that I began smoking marijuana, doing cocaine, drinking and taking rohypno. I was hanging out with all the wrong people, and I stopped going to school for over a month my junior year. One morning after I had drank

"Most everyone has a daily regimen that they follow like gospel. In mathematics, this would be considered commutative property:

People go through ups and downs in life and those changes cannot be predicted. Every detail of a person's life influences them in some way or the other. The result could ultimately be good, bad, or a combination of both. However, in one's lifetime some events are more significant than others. Choking drastically at a state level math competition definitely influenced my life in unimaginable ways and was a low point in my life. This inspired me to improve based on those results. Since that happened to me six months ago, I realized how this event changed my life and totally changed my perspective on everything.

When I was eight I believed in two things God and myself. Furthermore from a very young age I was never dependent on my family for much inspiration because of our circumstances. My family of six lived paycheck to paycheck when my single mom was diagnosed with lupus, my older sister had a kid at age 16, my oldest brother dropped out, and my older brother struggled with autism. Thus my oldest sister who was in college was the only glimmer of hope in the sea of adversities that seemed to drown my family. I was observant and shy for the most part so although everyone tried to shield me from the state of our condition I witnessed their struggles. However, the moment that would motivate me for the rest of my life to never go down the path of my family

I had both a family member, my dad, and a peer review my paper and provide feedback. My dad had corrected a few grammatical errors and had suggested that I structure my paper differently. Reading over my paper, I realized that in between my introduction and conclusion paragraphs I could have switched to make it flow and read easier. He also mentioned that my connections about schizophrenia and the brain made sense to him and that he liked how I used and explained my sources. After reading his advice, I am going to find a different way to transition my paragraphs to make them read easier and then I will fix the grammatical errors. I will also try to seek out more sources to add to my paper.