Personal Narrative : My Most Significant Experience

I’m fairly new to the adult romance genre, and after reading a few that I adored I got a blogger friend of mine to give me some recommendations. On her list of recommendations for romances that are more rom-com was Melissa Foster’s The Real Thing. This was my first Melissa Foster book and I absolutely loved it! I’m so glad I decided to pick up this one as one of my first picks. he Real Thing takes place in a small town called Sugar Lake and features Zane and Willow who have a somewhat complicated history. I loved that they technically started out as friends and kept in touch all those years before getting together as it just made their chemistry and relationship all the more steamier and swoonier. And while the fake relationship trope was used

“Alright fellas, has anyone else got something to say to Shane Ferguson before he heads off to Mars.” Mr. Wright questions everyone as Shane will be gone from earth forever.

I would say distraction was one of the challenges I had to overcome to get where I am today. My friends, relationships, staying up late, watching television or doing something else rather than doing my work, would always back track me even if I thought “I’ll be okay” and just catch back up; it’s not that easy. I use to focus so much on other people in my life, I’d forget about myself and what’s best for me. When I was in the middle school, I would get so distracted by my cell phone, my mom would have a restriction on it so that I couldn’t send or receive text within school hours. Nevertheless, I didn’t understand, but now I see where it could hurt my grades.

During my field experience, I have had the opportunity to be part of the CSI club, been on duty for lunch and helped out in SSR buddy! All of these different opportunities have given me moments of joy, uncomfortableness, and a sense of purpose!

“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry’s room.” — these are the words that framed my childhood. Unlike other children, who were raised to spend time playing outside, I was raised alongside a young British wizard with a scar on his forehead and a penchant for finding trouble. Of course, the adventures of Harry Potter are not actually fact; however, to a boy gleefully resting on his mother’s lap their authenticity was never in question. I can still remember so many things about the way that she would read to me on those lazy Sunday afternoons. Entranced by her soft voice rising and falling as each syllable passed over her lips, I sat and dreamed for endless hours.

At the beginning being a techie meant all I had to do is report to the office and do what we love best this was sort out end user issues. Never occurred to me how I dress or how my mannerism reflects the type of professional I am. I would report to the office with a T Shirt and If it was a Friday or working in the “Field”, I would wear sweat pants.

There is one major skill and experience that I discovered I had. It was junior year and I was in trigonometry taking a test, after each question I had an uneasy feeling in my gut. I felt that I was going to flunk the test and get an F on the test. The day passed and I learned that I got a ninety-percent on the test. From that day forward I learned that I should go with my gut. I learned that I could trust my mind with what I was doing. The knowledge is there, all I needed was to apply the knowledge. Throughout my eighteen years of living, I have learned that life is full of decisions. Learning that I can trust my knowledge to succeed, I have discovered that making decisions is starting to come easier to me. To myself, learning this skill is

“I am still learning,” that is what the 87 year old Michelangelo declared, but what was he learning? A countless number of facts? How to be a great artist? No, he was making himself into a better, well-rounded person. That is what a liberal arts education provides an individual; because a liberal arts education is not only about learning facts, but becoming a well-rounded individual, in doing so, making the world a better place. Loras’s four dispositions—active learners, reflective thinkers, ethical decision-makers, and responsible contributors to professions, societies, and religious communities—make this feasible.

Fear, worry, and anxiety captivated me and held me hostage. Academics, family pressures, and the constant overbearing question of the future had torn me apart. The weight of the world swallowed me whole and controlled my every move. Most of all, I feared the failure associated with change. People say that we should welcome change; nonetheless, I still dreaded the future. Life without the security blanket of my closest friends and family frightened me because for the first time, the choices I were to make were all my own. Senior year is meant to be a year of relaxation and preparation for the future; however, my senior year had turned into an internal World War III.

I was 3 years old when I start to studied in a school in San Miguel de Allende with a German educational system much known as Waldorf education, I learned interacting with nature while I was developing some skills, my parents always said that they don´t know exactly at what age I learned to read, write, multiplication, add, subtract, etc… they have never listened from me about a homework or a test.

One doesn’t question miracles, one embraces them to the fullest. Although I was cutting it close, the fact that I was able to complete all requirements to surpass the rank of Life Scout before my 18th birthday was truly remarkable. My former Boy Scout Leader of Troop 1, Rodney Hanson, provided me with an enormous amount of encouragement and support to focus on the required merit badges necessary for advancement. My leader motivated me to accomplish great things within the Boy Scouts of America.

It was really hard to stay relaxed the next day. I’d get looks from Alex because he knew something was up. If Rhonda was suspicious, she didn’t show it. The second class bell rang and I headed to the front of the school where I paced until my mom arrived.

I was fifteen and in the fifth grade. I had been homeschooled until I was approximately thirteen years of age when we moved to a different house and stopped school altogether. When I was 10, my mother stopped teaching my brother and I through books and made us use computers to do all of our learning instead. I was not very happy with the change because it was much more difficult to learn without anyone to actually teach a lesson. We did our work on the computer and taught ourselves for a few months until we had some of our family move in with us. They were a bit of a distraction to my brother and I during the times that we were trying to do our work. My mother saw this and chose to put our education on hold until they had moved out that way, it wouldn't affect our grades anymore.

Further down the road, I kept looking out the window and seeing the green trees passing by while my mom was on the phone and my dad kept driving until we got to our destination. Meanwhile, the car was at a stop, we felt the car move that we actually crashed into the car in front of us and we got rear-ended that contained my head hit from seat to seat that gave me a black

When I was ten and I lived in Mesquite my mom asked me if I wanted to run five miles in Dallas, and I said "sure it sounds fun". The next morning I got up at eight o'clock and my mom said it was at eleven so we left at ten. If you watch the Dallas news and saw the big letters in the courtyard, that’s where it started. There was a total of 532 people at the place I can remember because everyone got a paper wristband and a number was put in on a computer for every person and it showed up on a big screen.It was around ten forty five at the time.When it turned eleven an anouncer said to start. The entire walk was five miles it was 2.5 to the end and back. My mom pushed my little brother for most of it he got out at the half way point.When we got