Personal Narrative: My Interpretation Of The Mood Report

I'm not often afk, I know the rule has changed from what William said himself though I still have the mind set of, "You shouldn't afk with a role with a lot of responsibility" That's the mindset I have. It's always the same even now that I'm a donator/normal player. I don't afk I only have my minecraft becoming a small window of my screen too view the chat that I know & love

The four way test: Is it truthful? Is it fair? Does it create goodwill? Is it beneficial? If everyone were to apply this to the decisions they make, think about what the world would look like. Everyone would be kind to each other, and differences in opinion could be settled in a peaceful manner.

Many times throughout my life, I have needed advice from somebody. There are times when I am in a certain situation that I do not know how to handle, and therefore I seek help from people that I look up to. I have been given many pieces of advice that were brilliant ideas and that helped me solve a problem or deal with an issue that was burdening me. One particular piece of advice that I was given was undoubtedly the most important to me and it continually helps me through predicaments that I encounter.

The predictions I made were mostly accurate, as far as I know. (I wasn’t very familiar with the person whose belongings I studied, so I don’t know how correct most of my assumptions were.) I guessed the bottle of water, iPhone in a black protective rubber case, and black pen belonged to a middle-class tech-savvy teenage male who might’ve enjoyed writing, liked the color black, was often dehydrated, and held his cell phone dear to him. I found myself thinking the objects belonged to a male just because they were all simple objects, and clearly not a lot of thought went into them. This activity was meant to imitate the sort of thing a/an historian does when they look at artifacts to make general deductions about the past. It’s rather hard to

My name is Kevin Daniel. My personality is that of an Adventurer because I possess the traits of curiosity, shyness in new situations, calm under pressure and also empathetic.

As a person I have discovered I am very emotionally driven, but I do not control me. I am free spirited and enjoy listening to others opinions in social settings. The Meyers-Briggs test I felt was a very accurate representation of who I am, and even offered some insight into why I do things. While I am good at communicating feelings and ideas, I sometimes have a hard time putting those thoughts onto paper without rambling. I agree almost completely with the notion that I am easily distracted and independent to a fault. This makes it very hard to do long term projects, and tedious homework because I would rather be doing something more laid back. I often find myself the night or two before the due date of a project staying up late, because I

Before stepping into KBMC today I had very mixed feelings. When I see Psychiatric units in movies or hear people talk about them they are portrayed as a horrific and extremely dangerous place to be. My biggest fear for this clinical experience was that a patient would become extremely violent and that I would be physically harmed. After today I have a completely different outlook. I am starting to realize that anywhere I go, to school, to the mall, or to work, someone could be facing some of the same problems that the people I encountered to today are dealing with. You don’t necessarily have to qualify as “insane” to be getting treatment at a mental hospital or institution. One of my absolute favorite saying has always been “be kind for everyone

What stood out for me most in this text was the way that Phil included all of Valeries thoughts and emotions while a part of the story was being explained. What astounded me even more was the writers ability to write the story in Valeries point of view.

A whisper breathed through the back of my mind. My conscious spoke to me the words of the devil. I shake my head off the destructive and corrosive talk. I’ve been brought down by the battles that goes through my head. My mind became a violent site of negativity against my internal self. A place where no rays of sun can radiate through. My confidence slipped away as I hit rock bottom during my junior year. The joy I had diminished. The ember of my fire extinguished through the lost oxygen as I slowly fall apart. My last breath was my last hope I had in myself, only for it to be smother by the devil of my mind. On nights where I have to study for my upcoming tests, I get overwhelm by all the topics I have to study. Stacks of notes and annotations dated chronological order and side notes written on post-its were in front of me. There are no number of hours I could spend studying or cramming in information that could compete against the negative emotions that were consuming me. It hindered me from

So let me try to understand how this works? So I hold up my end of a trade and provide the beers and extras that were agreed to and receive positive feedback for that. This person does not hold up his end of the agreement. He has more than a month to make things right but opts not to. I have no other option but to provide negative feedback since I had nothing positive to say about the experience.

In this essay I am writing about why I believe people viewed me the way they did. They saw me the way they did because people only see what they want to see. They get these impressions about me based on the way I present myself. For example, I dress appropriately based on the place I’m going, therefor people may think I care about my outward appearance. While at home, I don’t put in any kind of effort in my outward appearance because I know the people around me won’t care much, unless I were to have company over.

What can I say High School passed at the speed at light first thing you know you're freshmen then you are about to graduate and go on to college.I have grown to be a confident, talkable, and determination young man from being shy, not confident, and lazy.I also grew into what I am today because of the friends I would hang out in school, also in the sports Wrestling.My friends and wrestling change my personality and academically and saw me to see the worlds differently.Now I see myself as I can accomplish anything if I set my goal and put in the actions then I know it will come true, but you importantly you must have the determination.

When I was at Merced college I met the most wonderful person in the world. She was so easy to talk to and so relaxed and caring. We talked about so many topics through the two years we had classes. We talked about family, money, our education, drugs, and previous relationships during the breath of our relationship. She disclosed so much information before I really started to disclose intimate information about myself. As we got closer and closer going more in depth in the conversation and the amount of disclosing as well as how personal the disclosure was which in turn gave me anxiety. What really stopped the relationship from going to the next level was my high anxiety and vulnerability about certain topics. Do to this level of anxiety and

I was sitting in the front of the class, where I always sat since the beginning of the year. It was extremely quiet. I felt like somebody was watching me, like there was someone standing over me, maybe it was just my conscious, or maybe there was really someone there. There was writing on the desk and it read “And life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you're watching someone die.” It was May 12, 2014, it was about two o’clock. It was fourth period, I was in English, we were working on an essay about something that we had accomplished that year. I was writing about how I was able to fit in and make friends, that used to be really hard for me. It was still completely silent…. and then the intercom broke the silence within

Why do I miss the “bad” times? Years ago, when IT showed up, I was generally happy…At least I thought I was, but I guess that depends on your definition of the word “happy.” Benevolent friends, compassionate family, good health- In my speculation, that is happy. Either way, there comes an end to greatness, and with every end comes a new beginning. The entrance of IT just so happened to note the starting point of defeat, hatred, and loneliness. More specifically, it began what would become the toughest years of my life. Pittsburgh, Wexford, Cleveland, Oakland, Denver, and IT would not recede…IT still has not. Time can be a real slap in the face, but it still represents one of very few endless figures. After multiple years, I thought that I, like