Personal Narrative: My Life

Starting high school can be a little scary, especially when you have no guidance from siblings, like me, being the first one from my family to have an education. But that did not stop me from succeeding, I?ve always been confident and determined. I?m an enthusiastic when it comes to trying new things. Who would have thought I was going to be a good athlete plus a book geek, when in my past years I was just a regular kid. I was pretty excited about joining a club that had a connection with high school, that way I didn?t have to start from zero, I always want to be a step ahead. Fortunately, in summer, a high school coach was recruiting freshmen for running either cross country or track, they both involve running, so I considered it like the same sport with different timing. And this is when it all started. Running

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

Growing up I thought the things that define my life would be way different by the time I turned twenty but they've stayed same. The things that define me most are music, books and my clothing. I don't plan on changing them any time soon.

Overall, I am a work in progress that continues to enhance in my basic and advanced skills day by day. I believed I am getting better and I will continue to practice until I am a master piece. Honestly, I feel comfortable entering the counseling field after learning many techniques and tools that will help me grow as a counselor.

I was so excited you updated author-nim. I really enjoyed the chapter. I could only assume that the character was based off you. I know life is hard: coping with our emotions, accepting ourselves the way we are, decision making, and life changes, are not easy things to accept and/or make. Each day is a new beginning and along with it come new challenges/battles that we have to face and overcome.

October 16, 2011, Michigan Nationals vs. Lansing Spartans. The Nationals leading scorer Darin Mihelac, I look down at the jersey I am about to put on, on the back it says Mihelac in red under it the big forty-seven, the one my teammates always looked to for big plays to carry them into the playoffs for the last two seasons, me, the one that felt the pressure of every single loss my team had, the one that felt it was my fault every time they lost. Fast forward to the second period of the game I grab the rebound from the bottom of the circle from the left side of our net, “SKATE!” what I heard every time I had the puck and I always listened so I put my head down looking up every other second. Once I get to the Lansing blue line there was one defenseman who didn’t open the hips quick enough and right around the outside, I get to the Spartans goalies right side circle I wind up a wrist shot and over the goalies right shoulder I heard the same “WOOO!” thirty-three times that season. But what I felt there was always an open pass that I see every time I now hear that “SKATE!” I feel I let somebody that had a more open shot. That is just one experience of me being self centered in my life. It was being self centered because I did not pass it to my teammates and

Every day I wake up knowing I’m going to have to fight the same war within myself that I do everyday. A war that isn’t visible to the eye, nevertheless a war I never feel I will be free from. It is a humiliating feeling to be fearful of your mind as if you are its prisoner. There are days where I will do anything just to survive. Anxiety has become a sickness that I can’t shake. The way I was brought up plays a significant role in developing a personality derived from perfectionism as well as fearing any sort of failure, due to developing an anxiety disorder. Anxiety has clouded my sense of “who I am,” as well as, affected me physically and cognitively.

Throughout my early childhood, I knew I wanted to change lives for the better. I have always contemplated on being a doctor since the age of three and decided to be an actress/singer at age six. Since then I have worked hard to maintain good grades and up until now I have worked relentlessly to maintain good grades, this all payed off when I was accepted into a university that would give me the opportunity to follow my dreams. To be able to accomplish my dreams, I have studied, auditioned,and performed to get prepared and be in the place i’m in today. If it wasn't for my determination,persistent,realization,and hard work, I wouldn't be where I am today. Through countless rehearsals, I was able to accomplish my dream of learning how to sing,

An event that helped shape who I am today was when I went on a vacation to Vietnam. One day I went to a temple with my family and cousins. My family and I were walking around the temple, and the scenery was very beautiful. I really admired how peaceful and nice the temple was, everyone here was kind to one another. We were about to leave, and saw many kids trying to sell lottery tickets to visitors. I felt really sad because my parents told me that kids in this country had to work. Children that have to work at a young age usually come from really poor families. They were all wearing really worn clothes. Once we left the temple, I thought a lot about how people from poor countries live throughout the world. I did some research and learned that the government in the poor countries don’t care about how their citizens are living, they only care about how rich they are.

The personal life analysis that I have chosen to address in this paper is an issue that I see on a daily basis at work. One of the managers of the company I work for is thought of as the typical hegemonic masculine man. In Shira Tarrant’s Book Men and Feminism it states that “Feminism explains that masculinity and femininity are things we learn to perform, not behaviors we’re born with” (Tarrant, Men and Feminism 59). By stating this Tarrant is informing the reader that this is a trait “we learn to perform” (Tarrant, Men and Feminism 59) not something that is genetic. The man at the company I work for has been a prime example as to what is done when someone in a position of control tries to make sure that all the staff members in their department are males and those males in turn are in the power positions. Tarrant informs the reader “Masculine privilege is the idea that society confers certain unearned advantages on men simply

I was born on August 22, 1999 in Fort Bragg, North Carolina around midnight. So, the second I seen the outside world; still the hospital room I saw my Grandma, Pappy, Maw-Maw, and papa, and my mom was crying. However, the person missing from the room was my father. My coach was more of a father than anyone in my life.

You walk too soon see a staircase;it seems never ending willing to touch the stars. Climbing the staircase until you’re tired, you find you are among the clouds; too high up to see what the surface of the earth used to be. You feel limitless, the breeze flowing through your hair and no skyscrapers to block your view of the wonderful part the world you live – Toronto. Each cloud seemed to have represented every memory, emotion, adventure, and achievement you have ever experienced in your life and everyone that has helped you in your beginning of life. From family members to pet peeves, ethnicity to my earliest memory, you’ll now know everything that describes who I am. A story only I can tell, The Story of Me.

I’m sure I am the “ole guy” in the group at the age of 57 years old. I can hear what you are thinking, this guy is older than my parents. I first started college in 1977. It was fairly short lived and un-eventful, my priorities were not in place and as a result I dropped out. Contrary to what you have just read, I have always been a positive, goal oriented person, college just wasn’t that goal at the time.

On September 21, 2008, my dad and I were heading to soccer. As we were driving, we ran across a stray dog. It was a Black Labrador. She was SO cute! We decided to let it into our car and we took her home to help her. We gave her food and water and for a week or two, we looked for her owner… we couldn’t find the owner. We didn’t know what to do with her so we decided to keep her. She was the best dog ever! She was so sweet, nice, and fun!

    Where do we go when we have nothing on our minds? Where do we go when we go quiet? I can not be the one to tell you. My mind is always focused on the next and can never stay put. My mind is like Hong Kong (most densely populated place on Earth) during a rush hour. It’s a room full of commotion and noise that can’t find the escape door. It’s fun at times, but unbearable when all you want to do is shut yourself out from the world and relax. I can’t pay attention in my classes in school because I am thinking about all the things I have to do. I can’t enjoy my meal during lunch because I am thinking about who I should ask to recommend me for the universities I still haven’t applied to. I refuse to take naps after a long