Personal Narrative: Journal Entry

At our previous class period, we had to go through a practice interview. I am happy and thankful that I did go through some interviews before in my life so I thought it was going to be a breeze, but I was mistakened. What I did noticed was this, “You will never know what you're going to be expecting at an interview.”

My earliest memories of being read to was when I was about four or five years old, my mom had read me princess books along with cat in the hat ones. She knew that in order for me to fall asleep, she had to read me a couple pages of the book I wanted. The earliest memory I have of writing was when I started Pre-K, there I began to learn how to write my name. Like most little kids, my handwriting wasn’t the best but It improved over time. I only remember the teacher would give us a worksheet full of colors and we had to learn how to write them out. In Pre-K the students were basically forced to take a nap, before that nap the teacher that I had read us maybe ten pages of a book. All of my memories were

that she had a male, Igor Gentsaryuk, in custody for DUI near the 3700 block of

I ran back up the hill to our camp, trying to move quickly without wasting too much energy, took my inhaler, and rushed back down the hill. Soon, it was time for the race to start. The officials gave an overview of information about the race and how it would start. The official behind us blew a long whistle. We stood, motionless, just waiting for that starting gunshot. Pow! The race was off. I sprinted out of the pack. I tried to find a good pace and settle in. We ran up a few hills, and then we made it to the first entrance to the creek. Unintelligently, I didn’t slow down very much going into the creek. Because I didn’t slow down, I splashed into the creek with a belly flop, almost submerging my whole body underwater. I got up quickly, then began to climb up the mud wall. I clawed at that wall like it was my enemy. I avoided the rope, even though it actually wasn’t that busy at the moment. I was too focused to switch strategies. We continued to run on, passing many fans, their cheers a chaotic blur. We passed through the second part of the creek, which was not nearly as deep. It was only about mid-shin to knee level, so I made my way through just fine. We ran all over the vineyard. I wasn’t feeling too awful. I was just caught up in the thrill of the race! We made it to the cornfields, and there were lots of small hills. I ran through them staring at the ground, and I kept seeing the same pair of shoes. For some strange reason, I kept staring at those shoes. People do crazy things when they run, you could say! Anyways, I passed the person wearing those shoes. We ran away from the corn fields and under a bridge. I was coming closer and closer to the finish. I was struggling to continue, but I would not quit! I pushed through the pain, but by the end of the race, I was just done. I saw the final hill in front of me. It was one of the biggest hills on the course, if not the biggest, and it was definitely the most difficult after

Journal Entry 3: Six years ago, my oldest daughter was in severe pain, when I got off work I took her to the emergency room to see what was going on. After twelve hours the nice male nurse came in with a really concerned look on his face and gave me some breakfast vouchers to get her and I something to eat, I immediately knew something was not right. He sat me down and told me she had a large tumor growing in-between her hip bone, I broke down, because as soon as you here tumor, you think cancer. I drove straight to her doctor and to he what he suggested, he told me no one in Lumberton would take her so he gave me an appointment with Chapel hill with a doctor named DR. Esters. My husband and I were completely devastated, I had to call all our family and

Thank you for talking to me on phone this morning. I would like to work with Ryan so that I can learn from him a lot. Through my working experience in medical industry, I will be able to contribute to his project.

All of us ended up arguing about it how we would go down it all together or one at time? Eventually we decided that we would all go at one at a time we jokingly said just in case one of almost dies we can get to them a lot quicker. My friend Josh goes first he made it all the way down and gave me the okay signal that i could go now. When i started making my way down it felt amazing the wind blowing in my air,how everything passed by me in a blur and that feeling of adrenaline, i honestly believed i could do anything well i was wrong. My Longboard started to wobble and i immediately panicked, I was going to fast to slow myself down. so i tried to jump into a grassy area, but that did not work out the way i planned considering i slammed into a brick mailbox Going easily past 21 mph. i don’t remember much about what happened afterwards. I remember being winded i could hardly breath and i couldn’t move i saw blood coming down from the side of my head going onto the concrete floor. The last thing i saw was my friend Noah running from the top of the hill towards me and my vision turning into a blurry

The finish line approached fast, my confidence had built as I forced my way towards the end. Still in front, I couldn't quite believe it. I was finally over the line. The roar of noise pierced my ears, serving to snap me back into this reality. The feeling of relief was immense. Arms all around me, like a cradle I wanted to fall back into, as my legs felt like giving way. I was exhilarated but

My area of interest is business and finance. My area of interest developed when I was deciding which major to pursue in college. Upon looking up the most popular majors with broad career opportunities, I found business and computer management to be the one of the most popular majors. Since I am a person who loves having options, I decided that business and finance would be the major to go after. Upon my research on this major, most business graduates were placed in more rigorous courses at their respective colleges. These courses range from finance and economy I through V to business and management 101 to 500 depending on their respective colleges. Courses at GSMST, such as AP economy and rigorous writing

Somebody talk me about the journal. Before, I didn’t know why this mean, when I grow up. My big sister advised me that each other’s people may have his journal (everyone). This is a little book where you protect all your important privacy. Also, because I communicate, share whatever I want, I think that many people use this book as like as second life.

I am in the camp were training for upcoming battle and General George Washington is leading us hope we win.

As I said in my first entry, I have had two moments in my life where I was filled with immense and glorious joy. My first, was the day I wed my Henry in the June of 1836 when I was at the ripe age of 18. He was always an honest and hardworking man and never was there a moment that I believed him to be a fop, a spendthrift, or miser, all of whom I was told to avoid as potential suitors. I, being a well educated and poised young woman back then, had many marriage offers, but Henry’s proposal was the only one I accepted. He was truly the perfect husband, and I fall into a melancholia when I realize that never again will I be in his presence until we meet again in God’s Kingdom.

Finally it is my time to go down the hill after waiting for what seemed like forever. The hill we were tubing down seemed extremely large. I was only 12 years old and really small. I get up to the edge of the hill where it starts to slope down. I stood there figuring out whether I back up and run and slide or sit and get pushed. The best option for the most amount of speed was to run and slide. As I start to run forward I kept telling myself not to trip over the tube because there was no stopping once I was on. On the way down the hill I could feel the cold brisk wind as I went flying down the hill. Once I reached the bottom of the hill I had the biggest smile on my face because this was the best thing in the world ever at that moment.

Looking back at my first journal entry, I am practically the same. Same house, same family, same school. Thankfully nothing unfortunate has come my way since my first journal entry and no new opportunities that are life changing. I’m quite happy about that because I am in my happiest state. My love for the new knowledge school brings and the experiences from travel are still in tact, even though I don't travel much often because of my dedication to the school. Thankfully I achieved my goal of finishing the semester with all A’s and I strive to be successful in that goal once again this semester. I still enjoy learning new things from others and striving for my best in whatever I put my mind into so I can get the best from it. Whether I can learn a new life lesson or be able to hold on to a good memory, I still cherish the events on my path to my goal.

Thank you for your email, you have a lot going on in your life. I am sorry I don’t have nearly as much to write about. I just have my everyday stuff going on. We have quite a bit of snow already, I hope that is not a sign of what we will get this winter, I am already sick of winter. I saw you also had some cold weather and snow in Europe.