Personal Narrative : My Dream

This “Big Idea” is about how we all have conflicts and how those conflicts affect our relationships and life. I agree with this idea because everyone has problems and problems are hard to deal with. This Big Idea relates to me because I have had conflicts in my life that have caused me to change. It reminds me of the time when I first came to the United States. After I left my home in Honduras my life and my family’s life made a big change.

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

I have been in the Marine Corps for roughly three and a half years and throughout that time I have done many things. Most of the things that I have done were with Combat Logistics Battalion 26. For three years, I worked with that unit through work ups and a deployment and I have seen and done many unique things. However, nothing I did with CLB 26 felt fulfilling, but that all changed when I changed units to CLB 8.

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

The sun was filtering through the curtains when I woke up. It didn’t even feel like I’d been asleep. I stretched and fell back on the bed.

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

I’m fairly new to the adult romance genre, and after reading a few that I adored I got a blogger friend of mine to give me some recommendations. On her list of recommendations for romances that are more rom-com was Melissa Foster’s The Real Thing. This was my first Melissa Foster book and I absolutely loved it! I’m so glad I decided to pick up this one as one of my first picks. he Real Thing takes place in a small town called Sugar Lake and features Zane and Willow who have a somewhat complicated history. I loved that they technically started out as friends and kept in touch all those years before getting together as it just made their chemistry and relationship all the more steamier and swoonier. And while the fake relationship trope was used

I am ecstatic to begin my journey in nursing school. There are a few things one would need to know to determine just how passionate I am. The subjects that make me most excited are people that have inspired me, past experiences with online classes, and the possibility to challenge my mind within the classes I am taking. As I begin to think about elaborating these points I feel enthusiastic for my future. I cannot believe nursing school is finally here!

Life really doesn't like to tell you what's ahead; sometimes it's nice and gives you a little hint, sometimes life replays itself so at least there's some familiarity in it, but most of the time my life seems out of my control. As a fifteen year old many people would hear me say this and scoff saying I don't have 'real' problems, or I don't know what the 'real' world is like. On one hand they're right, I shouldn't know what the 'real' world is like, most fifteen year olds are thinking about what picture they Instagram is a 'real' world problem. But being the not-so-average teenager, I do know what this so called 'real' world is.

I am not a writer. I hate writing, I would rather Jump out of a airplane and I am scared of heights then write a story. I like to tell stories but I don't like to write one. I don't like to write stuff about me. I would write something fake like fiction but I'm not good at it.

My love for writing started when I was around ten years old. I was extremely shy growing up. I had friends but only a handful, I would rather be alone with a book or be working on a story. My writing was my escape from whatever was going on in my life whether it was my grandma being sick or getting in a fight with my older sister, all I needed was a notebook and a pen to write whatever I was feeling out. This lead to notebook upon notebook being filled with stories of the handsome prince saving the princess, or hopeful tales of a shy girl meeting her true love. I was in charge of my own little world and I could make anything and everything happen. As I grew older I kept writing, even though I had outgrown my shyness. I kept writing because

My immediate goals as a writer is to use my imagination and to use my own ideas I naturally come up with. I seek to become a better writer now so that in the future, it’ll turn out different, for the better. I want to be more confident in my writing and be sure that it’ll go far. For example, if I decide to continue writing, perhaps novels, I would want to have the time now to practice and be well-prepared. I would also want to do good in high school and get into AP classes, not only to get in, but to maintain an average grade. My long-range goals as a writer is to become a novelist. If I don’t find another job that suits me well, my next choice would be to become a novelist. I would want to learn all of the skills while I still can to develop

In ten years I see myself either in college getting ready to get a job to make my mom proud and struggling a little bit in some of the assignments. I would live either in a duplex or just in a little apartment for starters and possibly have a dog. The work I would be doing would be lots of paperwork for patients or customers, and my career would be working for Aura possibly with a second job working at a grocery store, not promising that. This goal is important to me because I would have to pay for groceries and rent and pay my bills so i can actually have a roof over my head and be able to eat all the meals that are necessary. This goal also helps me get a better understanding of what people are going through and lets me interact with others. This provides happiness to others and getting a better understanding of what people have to go through everyday of their lives. School has a counselor that can help you with finding the right career and helps you achieve your goals. School also has the teachers which

We were outside the dark unpleasant locker room, filled with smelly body odor and dirty clothes. Kenny sat in a rusty metal chair brainstorming with his two friends, Briana and Gregory. They had grown up with Kenny; they had been through the good and bad with him. Kenny was 5’11 and Gregory was about the same height. Kenny had brown hair with clear blue eyes. Gregory had brown eyes with black hair. Brianna was 5’6 with long blonde hair and bright green eyes. “I don't get it, they beat us every year in the lacrosse finals!” yelled Kenny. “C’mon Kenny, maybe this year you’ll beat those guys.” Gregory said, hopping Kenny would cheer up. “Kenny, You're a great player and we all know that; You've made the all-star team and have won many awards.”

As I sit in the chair at my desk, I listen to the music from library. I have many thoughts in my head, and I decide I want to draw something. As I get ideas, I pick up a utensil, and then I start to create shapes. It takes multiple tries to get it to the way I want it to look, so I keep trying. But then I compare both drawings, which one looks better? Should I choose this one?