Personal Narrative: My First Identification Test

The world is full of heroes. The brave men and women who serve in the armed forces protect the United States of America. Local police help ensure safety in cities and towns. Firefighters save lives daily. Doctors perform life-saving surgeries. Heroes are found everywhere. Although some people seem to forget, lifeguards are heroes too. I recently sent in an application to be a lifeguard at the pool on campus. I was discussing hours with a classmate who is currently employed, and he told me that the hours were long, but often a shift would pass without a single swimmer entering the water. Another classmate interjected saying “You can do your homework while you work.” Lifeguarding is not the easy task portrayed in movies. Guards do not suntan and talk to girls for the duration of their shift. Rather, a lifeguard’s duty is in the name: guarding the lives of patrons. The work of these heroes is often gone unpraised. The job is disregarded as an easy way for teenagers to make money, instead of the true challenge it offers to the employees. The process of becoming a lifeguard requires more than blowing a whistle. It is a commitment involving intricate knowledge acquired through training and experience. Lifeguarding is a serious commitment.

What is identity? The definition as a person’s own sense of whom they are, which their past define them. Identity is very important in our society, no matter your social status. I can attach identity to belonging to something or place. As human race, we feel the need to belong to a group or place. Because belonging to a group or place, give us the sense of identity.

People typically have all sorts of emotions depending on the situation. A time when someone's emotion rubbed off me was when I went to take my Comptia A+ certification test. This test was supposed to be a stepping stone towards my degree but when I got to the testing facility, all the confidence that I had seem to have evaporated into thin air the second I saw a couple of people walking out expressing how tough it was. The tears in their eyes, their shaky voice, and the people who they're with telling them that there's always next time. After seeing and hearing all of that, even I couldn't help but be emotional on how I was going to do. The good was is that the second the test started, my confidence came back as I remembered all those long

The second day of my practice I felt that I had made some progress towards my goals of improving my time management and getting my documenting done earlier and providing relevant healing initiatives for my client.

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

“Casey, your group needs to do the stunt one more time!” coach said imprudently. It happened March 26, 2015; it was at the end of a two hour practice. During the summer months in South Georgia, it is utterly hot and humid, especially in our cheer gym (a warehouse with no air conditioner); it only has two heavy-duty fans and a roll-up door. With this in mind, my group became slightly irritated. Everyone was exhausted; nevertheless we still had to do the stunt anyway.

The last memories we had with our families was when these men in black killed an outsider for trying to enter the island. We watched the men in black chase after the people in the streets forcing them to go into their houses and watch a man who I had seen before make a statement on television. The man was tense, stiff, and his stature looked forced.

Growing up my family bought lot of movies. We have at least five totes full of movies that we don't watch anymore. As a kid I never liked scary movies. The first one I watched gave me nightmares for weeks and I decided I was not going to watch them ever again. After that I started to get into comedy and kid movies.

After overcoming the certification part of being a Lifeguard you must understand and experience what It’s like to actually work as one. Part of being a lifeguard is doing maintenance, we clean bathrooms, we’re expected to watch everyone in the pool and outside of it, we

- my chest is going to collapse.. maybe more emotionally than physically but it all feels as if the pain is real and can always be felt.

There are many avocations that I would chose from. But, more specifically, I would aspire to be a unique, “at home style” photographer. Being able to capture simple moments in a strange place like Elsewhere seems so interesting to do. Each day I would grab my camera, go outside, stroll around and observe nature. I would be able to go outside and capture moments of people, the warm sky, or anything that I would want to. The thing is, there are no limits to photography

Days pass until I see him make an appearance while I’m fully conscious. By counting the meals he’s left on the nightstand, I’ve determined that I’ve been in here for at least a week.

My diagnostic impression is (1) Social Anxiety Disorder (meeting criteria of overwhelming fear of ridicule from her peers, fear of embarrassment of others seeing her experience anxiety, and avoidance of situations that may cause embarrassment and exacerbate her anxiety) and (2) Major Depressive Disorder (meeting criteria of depressed mood, fatigue, isolation, loneliness, irritability, intermittent sleep impairment, and poor concentration).

Prompt 6: My favorite academic subject by far is psychology. I’ve always been intrigued by why people do what they do and once I started watching the TV show criminal minds, my interest sparked in psychology. The way they profile people and really give an understanding of human actions makes my brain wander off. So that inspired me to take regular psychology last year and take AP-Psychology this year. My first year in psychology really caught my eye because the material was relatable and the work was challenging. We wrote essays, had class discussions, and worked on public speaking. Participating in all of these helpful assignments has made me realize I love a good challenge and that public speaking is easy for me. So far in AP-Psychology,

From pre-school through primary school, I was tagged talented and gifted by the school district I attended. My state test scores had placed in the top 2% in math and reading. I was always told I communicate better than most adults. Writing a paragraph on any subject though, and I look at the pen and paper like it’s a deadly virus though. I have failed almost every class despite understanding the material better than the instructor. I spent a great deal of my childhood in a state of confusion asking myself what the heck was going on.