Personal Narrative-Item-Analysis

"In greek mythology, it is believed, the first humans were created with four arms, four legs, and four eyes, theey had two noses, amd two mouths, they terrified zues. He feared they could over take his place as ruler, so to prevent that, he split them in half, which left them to wonder aimlessly around the world searching for thier other half."

I could feel my lungs burning in my chest as oxygen entered only to be forced back out. I push myself to continue moving my arms, pushing the water behind me so I could propel myself forward. At that moment, many things floated around my conscience. It was so intense that I felt like giving up everything I had worked so hard for: the 10-hour online-training, the initial interview, the prior physical training, and the self-determination to achieve my goals. These thoughts were embedded in my mind as I took a side breath, struggling to continue my freestyle stroke.

Over the period of the two days, I went to a watch movie in the basement of my hall. I also went to go shopping with a group of friends at target, completed my theater homework for the upcoming week, as well as started my argumentative inquiry for my english class. I discovered how much time, that I spent on work was actually pretty lengthy. This is a result of distractions that come up in my social life. The result of my distraction consisted of some which were internal and some that was external such as procrastination, lack of motivation, friends, and roommates.

Picture this: you are 14-years-old, it is 4:30 AM, and your alarm clock is going off to begin your day. Rushing out of the house, you grab any food you can scavenge while simultaneously brushing your teeth. From 5:00 to 6:30 AM, you train before school starts, and then enter seven hours of learning. Following the school day, you train again from 2:45 to 7:00 PM. This is a glimpse of my day as a student athlete.

I was born on July 24, 2003 in Stuart, FL. I’ve lived in the same house in Palm

Failure, It is not an easy thing for people to accept. Everyone wants to be good at everything they do. Whether it is riding a bike, playing video games, playing a sport such as baseball or football or anything for that matter. In my personal experience I have of course been unsuccessful at things in life but, life goes on and I have learned from my mistakes. From the time I was about five years old all the way until I was fourteen, I loved to play baseball. I played other sports too but baseball was the one sport I really enjoyed. As time went on, baseball became harder, things got more competitive and one year I decided I was not going to play anymore.

My mom was calling me to her room where we kept the main computer. She was planning on a return trip to Boston, Massachusetts and visit the place that saved my life. As we walked past the apartment we stayed at for 6 weeks memories started rushing in. my first recollections were the times I spent in the 1 room of the complex not coming out of my room not even to eat, these were the darkest times of my life.

Paper vs. pixel? In this case I have to go old school, I personally say paper is NOT dead. While I tend to embrace most things that technology has to offer, I have not embraced the digital text fully yet, at least for reading text. Full disclosure, I print out every single article that we need to read for this class, sit down with a highlighter and go to town. I agree with Fabr in that there is "physicality in reading." I need to hold the paper and put the highlighter on the page. When I do read on a tablet, I'm not sure I retain as deeply, as the Fabr piece contends.

The first opening is the most successful opening to Cody’s piece. The first opening solidly places us in small-town Ardmore, Alabama, which I assume is a crucial part of the story, and introduces one of the conflicts for the characters—the winter storm, for which no Alabamian is ever adequately prepared. It also shows us Jon’s pessimism, depression, and general disdain for others, which is integral to the narrative. However, I think a way to make these openings more successful overall is to pay close attention to diction and grammar. Sentence variation is incredibly important in writing; without adequate sentence variation, the text begins to sound monotonous and disengaging. I think more free indirect style would hook the reader more as well.

I went into my freshman year of high school with little to no knowledge of anything about music. Right off the bat my amazing choir teachers started teaching me and my classmates solfege and sight-reading. I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew that I was a part of something very special. After my first semester, I gained a serious amount of confidence in my solo singing. I auditioned for the first time ever at the Missouri district solo auditions at the end of my second semester freshman year. I sang my two pieces, and thought I would just sing for the experience not caring if I went to state solo auditions. I ended up receiving the best score possible, and a near perfect judging sheet. Looking at my accomplishment, I realized that I was

I come from a home in which education has bettered each generation's quality of life exponentially. Growing up, my siblings and I all valued education in different ways. I was an inquisitive learner and would do research on my own while trying to fix things or discover new information. My brother Dudley was smart but refused to do homework but thrived in all things music, whether it was Brass Ensemble or AP Music Theory courses. My brother Jacob learned to read in the 5th grade but was excited to do so because it meant he was winning in his struggle with developmental and learning disabilities. My reality shaped my understanding of education and its impact on a learner's life.

The voice inside my head has caused me a lot of trouble lately. I can't really shut it up. It's like a little red guy on the left side of my shoulder telling me to violate the rules. It's always there, looking over my shoulder and at my homework saying, "that personal essay can wait" and encourages me to see the good side of procrastinating. But, there is another voice sitting on the right side of my shoulder with a tiny halo over its head. They both make my daily decisions in life and keep me awake at night. Although, I never really thought about my self-conscience being the decider of my actions until I really focused on my daydreaming skills in class.

I was not naive enough to believe that I knew everything there was to understand about life, however rewind to seven months ago: beginning of my senior year, I believed that I was at least in close proximity to that sort of understanding. I knew that life had a great deal to do with survival. Immigrating to this country at just four years old under asylum, and being introduced to a completely different culture, lifestyle, language, etc.; I understood that in order to survive I needed to fully immerse myself into the American lifestyle, all while only having family members that were in the same predicament I was. Life was about faith. Nights in the hospital room my sophomore and junior year, kneeled down praying to my God that my mother's tumors

I am 5 ft 7 inches tall. Long brown hair pulled back in a high ponytail. My war paint today consists of metallic green eye shadow, ultra black mascara and pink sparkly M.A.C lipglass (yes, lipglass). My undies are La Senza, my skirt is Guess, my top is SallyAnn and my leggings are Blackmilk Clothing. And when I walk outside, in the snow, I will wear my Hunter Douglas boots.

The hardest part when editing and revising is not anticipating what you wrote. I had gone through the letter several times and was satisfied with the flow and my points. Once I got feedback I could look at the letter as if I had not wrote it. I saw exactly how the feedback comments applied to my letter. I’m starting to understand that one of my biggest weakness is that I assume everyone can see how I got to my point. But I never actually get the true point out. It is always embedded in my embellishments. Early in my writing career I realized I was to direct, I just stated the point but never show how I got there. Now it seems like I’m the reverse. I inform the reader how I got there and never state the thesis; in my revision my thesis