Personal Narrative: My Ideas

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.

I rush into my home and run up the stairs to my room. I jump on my bed and roll over to my laptop and open it quickly. I log onto the One Direction site and see that I made it in time to see the bid. I scroll and try and find my name and I see I'm in third place for the tickets and the time is running out. I've already bid $7000 for three tickets and backstage passes. The reason it's so expensive is because these passes are the last set of passes for their concert. 5sos is also playing so we would be meeting two bands and hearing both of them play.

It was a sunny bright Friday afternoon and I was at school. I knew today was going to be the day, the day I get my new bike. After school my dad picked me up and drove home, so I can change out of my uniform and grab something to eat. I remembered my stomach feeling strange, I was so excited getting my new bike that I couldn't even eat. We went back in the car to go to Kmart. Even though Kmart was only like five minutes, it felt like I was in the car forever. I remember I was thinking of all the features my new bike was going to have.

Thanks for the conversations! I really like what we have here. Well, I'm sure you know my writing style at this point and if its at least before 1 AM, don't be afraid to message me if you need to reach out to someone. I definitely would be here for you, if you let me. Try and keep an open mind, I've learned that talking to someone helps gradually. In the moment, eveyrhting they say can seem as if they're playing devils advocate as well as being unsensical and rude. It's up to you to listen and comprehend, just as it is up to you who you talk to. I hope you find the help or a someone that can provide the support you need in those times of need. Housing at SJSU is going through a transition as a new building opens here is another coming to a

There are a lot of things that shape a person, A loss, A gain, or maybe a quest they undertook. Now I’m not talking about a quest to save the world like you might read in books, or watch in a movie. I’m talking about a goal you might strive to achieve or something you want to accomplish to learn more about not only yourself, but the people who surround you or the community you might live in. This is my quest, a quest that took me years to understand, but one that defines me as a person. A quest that showed me how to express my opinions, and to let others do the same.

Right now, I think I have a pretty solid web series pilot idea. The only thing I am having trouble with is actually coming up with future episodes. I am currently taking FEA 409 the episodic writing class, and I need to write a pilot, I have an idea I love, but writing something that continue on is really difficult. I find myself having the same struggles in my episodic class as well in this one. I am so used to just writing a short script and then moving on to the next thing. I know I have a relatable idea, but putting it into words is what is giving me a hard time. I thought my first draft of my pilot was okay, I think my pilot needs a lot of improvement, especially the dialogue, but I think I got a decent story to play around with. I am

1.Well I don't really know where to begin with of what I want you to know about me I am currently 17 and I turn 18 in four months which is pretty scary/exciting to be honest. Im like at this point in life where suddenly everything is changing and there is really nothing I can do about it but play along. As for future plans I would like to move to New York city after I graduate and meet new people explore and actually experience real life and be on my own which right now doesn't sound to bad and I feel like I’m ready for “the real world” I mean I have been to over 15 different schools since the 4th grade and I know how people can be and how you just have to be in a way sort of selfish for yourself with your academic life anyways because these

1) During the second week of clinical, a patient of mine was extremely anxious in regard to the life style changes that needed to be made once he was discharged from the hospital. He was also uneasy about the cardiac catheterization scheduled for that day, to which I provided support and resources that morning to help with his worries. His nervousness was first noticeable during the head to toe assessment where the patient asked numerous questions about life after being discharged. I first interpreted my patient’s questions and concerns as normal, until later that day when he asked the same questions to which I answered. I responded to these signs of anxiety by sitting down with my patient and having another discussion about his concerns. During our discussion, I explained how only slight modifications needed to be made since he already lived an active lifestyle. Upon reflection, I wondered if therapeutic touch could have helped lower the anxiety my patient was experiencing.

My family and I were forced to leave our home in Syria on October 16 2016. I will never forget that day for

The biggest challenge I faced coming into this class was stepping out of my comfort zone and gaining confidence in my writing. During this semester at Indiana State University, I have discovered many various writing skills while attending English 105. I have learned several writing techniques, different forms of MLA formatting, and how to research and properly use and cite multiple diverse sources in a research paper. By performing assigned tasks and completing practical class exercises, I was able to practice those skills and put them to use.

Talk with me now straight how I wanna here I put this on your thought that makes me uptime cos in the city we lived in you know how I'm holy nigger they call me saintceja cos i'm the motivator hey yo so patiently got me hanging for dough look so busy lining up getting fighting for money that's for clicking wif dope and I sticked to bloodline i'm just getting straight now got to my hood we are staking upper cos we got in billions you know connections got me higher now choking like cloud

When we are faced with adversities, we have to make a decision, and that option may not always be the popular choice. An unpopular choice I made occurred during summer school- my teacher assigned a project to be completed the day after. A major challenge whilst working amongst groups is adapting and collaborating with students who possess different characteristics and views. Some people are not action-oriented; they bog down in their inertia- which does not necessarily equate to carelessness or lack of initiative. Contrarily, others are dynamic and brimming with ideas. Their pizzazz fan alive others’ and set ablaze their motivation as well. Two options were presented to me whilst choosing members to work with- students I’m unfamiliar with, or friends from my school, who happen to fall into the category of “lack of initiative”; I took the risk and grouped up with the unfamiliar faces.

I was a flightless bird trapped in a cage, wings clipped and song subdued. I had no distinct purpose, nor was I understood. Home was a prison, not for the insane, but definitely for the emotionally abused. My voice was constantly being shut out; only the people who wanted to hear my words were listening. Despite the words wishing to come out, I found myself unable to speak them. Regardless, I found myself in a place of understanding, of hope, and of insight. My mother was the light that guided me through the endless darkness. Only when she was gone, did I truly find my voice again.

Anyone could have heard me; anyone could have saved me. But, no one bothered to really stop and listen for me. Could I have been louder? Do you think if I had raised a ruckus, anyone would have helped me? Everyone has their own opinions on what I should have done differently. Frightened and alone, I had no way of making myself known. Giving the exception of my discovery, of course. “Help” had finally saved me from the sewer. I had been trapped there for so long and had become so sick and weak. Just before I came down here, I was loving. Kindhearted, caring, and ever so cute. Love was something I was never short of. Most people would have appreciated that. Not everyone though. Of everyone who could have taken the utmost care of me, I ended up

Your first step is to start brainstorming. Don’t rule anything out yet – this is just to get your creative juices flowing and to dredge up skills and achievements you’ve either forgotten or take totally for granted. If you’re stuck, print out the worksheet on the following page and fill it in…