Personal Narrative: My Goldfish !

This is a paper about the book Finding Fish: A Memoir, which was written by Antwone Fisher. By necessity given the nature of the book, the main character will be examined at length. Through careful examination of the main character a deeper understanding of the book can be reached. After the examination, a number of theoretical perspectives will be applied to the main character, as well as an explanation of how these perspectives can be used to evaluate Antwone in order to understand him better. The perspectives that will be used will be the strengths, systems, conflict, humanistic, and psychodynamic perspectives. Following the connection of the perspectives to Antwone, an explanation of why social workers use theories and

Upon entering the circus, Edward spots a beautiful girl whom he vows to marry. However, she soon vanishes and he never learns her name. The ringmaster, Amos, agrees to provide Edward with clues about the girl each month that he works for him. He does everything Amos asks of him, which includes sticking his head in a lion’s mouth, washing an obese circus performer, cleaning up after the elephants, and being fired from a cannon. Edward completes every task with a smile knowing that he is one step closer to meeting his future wife.

When the first day came, I arose to the sun shining through the blinds in my room. As I sat up, I felt the butterflies circling in my stomach. I was nervous to start fifth grade at a new school, and have new friends and teachers. I quickly ran to my closet and pulled out my freshly ironed jumper.

I walked outside the next morning feeling great. The bright vibrant sun shone on the freshly mowed grass. I loaded into my sister's car and we went off to school. The day passed extremely rapid,

That first day of school that morning was filled with nerves, and heading into the school year.  I was ready as usual and as soon as the bus came, waved to my parents as usual. The bus ride

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

Lobstering is in my blood. It is what supports my family and most of my town. I have been doing it my whole life i’ve had a lobster license since i was 8 years old which is as young as you can get one. I love summer just for lobstering season plus I like the money outcome. I hate school starting the most because it tires me out because I play football everyday except sundays and some saturdays so i have to wake up early and haul on my days off from school.

The book Your Inner Fish by Neil Shubin is an interesting novel that shows the evolution of some of our major structures through time. We all know about evolution and the monkeys but we never really looked in on evolution through “our inner fish”. The book was appealing because it helps to understand how we have come to be with some of the parts of our bodies we take for granted, like how we got our developed smell or our advanced color vision. Your Inner Fish is a good way to jump into the evolution of our ancestors and become more knowledgeable about where we came from.

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

One bright, radiant day as I was getting ready for my family to come over for a crawfish boil. In my mind all my thoughts went to the things my pastor told us that night at the lock in. He told us we only live once so what would you do with the life you have until we have eternal glory.

It was another monotonous, scorching summer Friday. We had burgers and hot dogs on the grill sizzling and calling our taste buds. Then we had finished supper. Dad had a gig at Hudson Booster Days later that night. We went back outside to shoot some hoops. Jonah, Hannah, Eli, and I played a pickup basketball game and then got bored again. We went in to cool off a little and took a little break.

That morning I woke up to the beautiful Florida sunshine shining down through my curtains. A bunch of friends, family, and I had stayed in a condo in Panama City that week. It was a week filled with smiles and laughter. Yet not knowing that those smiles would simply turn to frowns later on and the laughter to tears.

Man, I used to love a Saturday night in the fall it gives me a sense of pride. I mean, All I had was a trailer home that is destroyed in the desert with a 15 inch TV and a destroyed sofa. But you know it wasn’t all that bad I was able to get up and relax and enjoy myself and I had no cares in the world. I got up and so I wanted to see if I had gotten any mail, and when I went to go and get the mail and it was all dusty. So I sat it on the porch and set it beside me. I didn’t feel like reading it so I set on the counter and sat down to watch some TV and then I fell asleep on the couch. The next week, I woke up wet on a rainy day. It has been a week without looking at the mail and that bothered me so I sat down and pulled the mail out of the envelope. It was a letter and some bills. But I was more concerned about the letter than I was the bills because of the fact that It came with yellow tape to it. But for me, that was a little off I wasn’t used to that. So that was the first thing I opened.

Dogs, spiders, goldfish, and philosophy. The odd one out?... Goldfish - they’ve never given me a panic attack. I’ve been plagued with an interest in philosophy, particularly metaphysics. It started out from learning about the idea of an omniscient God. If I’m just a piece of his grand plan, is my future already predetermined? … I didn’t want to think about it. Later came a connection from biology, chemistry, and physics. Everything in the universe is composed of particles including me. If each one of those particles occupies a position and has a velocity, is the future completely determined by the projection of their collisions? This got me thinking - do I actually have free will? Physics and phenomena felt too different to me to really think I didn’t. I later started to learn about psychology and neuroscience and how consciousness arises from the interactions of different parts of our brain as well as their responses to environmental stimuli. It made me conceptualize my entire sense of self as a product of

Think of your favorite thing in the world to do. Something that defines you. Something that you can only experience from your eyes. For me it is soccer, and through that came a rite of passage that will be with me forever.