Personal Narrative : My Life Changed Forever

When I was 13 years old, my parents started to think about moving to United States because my dad was already working here for a company. We started all the immigration related process which took a while to end. When I was 14, one day I came back from school and my parents told me we were moving to US in 2-3 months. When I heard it first, I was happy, but later I started thinking about how I will be leaving everything behind. My family, friends and neighbors whom I have been with since I was little, I will be leaving all of them in a few months. As the date approached closer, we started to pack more and more things. There was

I just pulled in the drive way from a long weekend vacation. I unlock the trunk and find that my bags are not in there. Did I leave them at my hotel or the airport I thought to myself. Well I guess I'm heading back to the airport and see if they're there. I jumped into my small blue car and drove off. What I didn't notice whenever I left was my side door to my house was slightly open. I guess I'll deal with that when I get back home. I drove for at least an hour when I felt something shake underneath my car. I couldn't stop, I was in the middle of the highway at this point. I decided to keep going, I was almost to the airport. About 15 minutes later I arrived at the airport terrified what was underneath my car.

The saying goes “Change is what makes the world go round”. Well, my world would move much smoother if I got rid of a few things. Table condiments, meatloaf and roller chairs have got to go! My world would be a better place if these items didn’t exist!

Corins Pov~ After I got done eating my food I got dressed in a pare of worn jeans that had holes in them from numerous things, and a old t-shirt that i have cut the sleeves out of. Then I put on my combat boots, braded my hair, and found my headphones. Then I ran out my door and down the stairs praying that no one saw me. Im not running away or anything Im just going to explore the grounds a little and take my dirt bike out for a spin.

January 14, 1997: Immigrating to Canada from Jordan and settling down in the city of Halifax as a child dramatically changed my life. As I grew older, I started to question the purpose behind immigrating to Canada. After seeing my parents’ daily struggles to provide the best living conditions, I began to understand the motivation behind the move that forever changed my life. The immigration to Canada promised a brighter future. Wrapped around this reviving realization, I began to elevate myself out of loneliness, helplessness, and discomfort. This led me to my greatest accomplishment where I achieved my undergraduate degree of finance at the age of 19. Being young has always been an underestimation of my abilities and determination. I believe that age does not define or limit our capabilities, yet it is the mind that defines our age.

Many people turn away from teaching because of the low income salary, and the thought of continuing school for the next twenty plus years scares them, yet they don’t

“Teachers do not call the shots. They have very little to say. They’re told what to do and its very disempowering” (Ingersoll). Teaching is known for being only a temporary job, the stress that comes with it is too much. Joseph who taught Advanced Placement U.S History would have to miss his own son’s game to go attended the school functions; his son would often ask why his father was always at other things and why he could not go to his games (Riggs). “What people are asked to do is only the kind of thing that somebody can do for two or three years; you couldn 't sustain that level of intensity throughout a career” (Riggs). The normal pay for a starting teacher is about $35,672 which is not enough to live off of after

In the fall of 2015 I reunited with my on-again off-again relationship with running. At the same time I started doing boot camp classes which I had never tried before. I’m not sure if it was an improper box jump or a wrong step down the road, but I began to notice my knee clicking when I walked up the stairs. After waiting (probably a little too long) I decided to go to my doctor because the clicking wasn’t going away. The ultrasound showed fluid on the knee, also known as prepatellar bursitis. She said it shouldn’t take long to heal as long as I rest and ice my knee as well as avoid doing any strenuous weight bearing activities such as “jumping around” or kneeling. As a yoga teacher it was hard to avoid doing any type of kneeling but I stopped running and going to

Moving from place to place not much other than family remain constant and that too takes a different shape with time and makes me both accustomed to change and more importantly, prepared for it. Moving every few years is a gift and a curse, giving you a clean slate when you both need it and when you do not want it. It is always difficult to move away from good friends, teaching me to remember all those who left a mark on me .

In 1995, I was asked to relocate to a different city. I had lived in Cincinnati and the surrounding area all of my life. My entire biological family was there (well, except the ones in south central Kentucky, but that’s another story). All my friends were there. I was well-rooted into my church (my real family). Everything. All that I knew in life was in Cincinnati. All my ex’s lived in, not Texas, but Cincinnati. We accepted the call and in the last days there, I sat in shock of what I was about to do. Uncertainty was overwhelming One day as I sat quietly, I heard a still, small say, “Pam, I have taken care of you in Cincinnati, you know I will take care of you in this new city.” I was instantly in peace.

Growing up, I was unaware of the modifications taking place in my own world that molded my adolescence and established the way I behave, think, and undergo the process of preceding with the analyzation and execution of each idea I am faced with in any current day situation. As much as I would have desired to be apart of a family with two happily married parents with two children in a pretty house in a pretty upper middle class neighborhood that goes to a pretty church every sunday morning and has a pretty homemade dinner every night with every member of the family in attendance; I would not choose that life. I don’t have a desire to withhold the same mindset, goals, and future of my peers I grew up with. Each individual event I have had to

There are drastic events that occur throughout our lives that we recognize to change us individually. It could be something as big as getting married, or as simple as buying our first car. Two people could make a decision to be wedded, and each person would have to adjust to the others living style. When I first bought my car I found a new sense of freedom, but there are always certain consequences to driving a car. I have to take consideration of other people on the road, because my choices on the road may make life-changing effects on somebody else. Drastic events are the most obvious examples of something that changes our lives, however, the most important thing to change my life isn’t an event. It is the people who help guide me through the events. Without our friends and loved ones, we wouldn’t have a reason to create and enjoy our life changing events.

In every person's life, there is an event that causes a change within them. One event that causes a chain reaction that alters that person in a vast way. If that circumstance hasn't already happened to you, I guarantee it will. It happened to me in the summer of 2011.

According to Ludlow (2011) several elements were said to be leading teachers out of the field. Those elements included less than favorable working conditions, non-competitive salaries, a low level of preparedness and

“Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world”, a saying of Nelson Mandela made me think about the purpose of my life when I learned it from a newspaper. In this modern era, people have understood the importance of education and all want to have basic education, but few may get the chance to study a unique subject. I considered myself quite fortunate to get the chance to study in Agricultural Engineering and Technology in my undergraduate studies. My familiarity with agriculture occurred in my childhood through my father, as most of his work was related to the rice field. However, the attraction towards agriculture took place when I prepared an essay titled ‘Agricultural Country’ for a competition in my high school.