Personal Narrative: My Word Searching

Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,

Arriving there was culture shock, thousands of teams were practicing for their big moment in any patch of grass or open area they could find. We arrived at our competition tent on Saturday morning with a rush of emotions. We started with flawless warmup, giving us the confidence to hold our heads high. With the thought in the back of our minds that “ no one has done or attempted this before”, “ we are only one of four teams in northwest Indiana to make it this far”, or “ what if were not good enough”. I stepped up realizing the team was looking at me to guide them through this bittersweet moment. I said calmly “ Ladies we are the best of the best. We have accomplished an incredible amount this season and the outcome of this competition will not take any of that away. I will not ask you to go out there and hit every stunt and throw every tumbling pass perfectly; but I will ask you to go out there and give it all you’ve got. If you walk off that floor without any regrets, thats all I could have ever wanted.”

As I opened my eyes on an early Saturday morning, I immediately had butterflies in my stomach. “Today is my first cheer competition.” I thought about this all morning as I was getting ready. Everything had to be perfect in order for me to walk out the door ready to show the world my cheerleading routine. It was an absolute crazy morning. The hair, the makeup, the uniform, and the white cheer shoes. I never realized till then how much work it actually was just to get, “the look” of a cheerleader. Glitter was covering my eyelid while my hair was perfectly curled in a ponytail with my bow way bigger than my head. The whole way to my competition which was at the Deltaplex in Grand Rapids, Michigan, I listened to my cheer song over and over again

As a kid I wanted to go into broadcasting. I loved watching people going into the field and reporting about interesting topics, uncovering crimes through investigations, and talking to important and influential people of our time. I am someone who loves to talk to people and felt I could enjoy traveling around the reporting on international events. But soon I learned that broadcasting you usually can’t dealt to help people in need. As a kid I watched the 2009 tsunami devested Asian coastlines. You reporters and journalists reporting but are told that they can’t help because they lack the skills to help in the recovery. I realized all you can do in broadcasting is tell not help; the radio that tells people things not the person who is changing the world. Then I saw a triage center with children that they were showing on screen. When I saw them kids my age in

When setting out on my search, I felt confident I would have the most luck on Google. There I searched for not only “Jocelyn Nadeau”, but my name along with each of the towns I have lived in. I was aware depending on the search engine used, different results can be found. Consequently, I used the same tactic on Yahoo. After searching on a large scale, I decided to scour to the online archives of my local newspaper. I also signed up for a free trial of Ancestry.com, in the hopes there would some exciting information there. And, a helpful friend recommended trying out Instant Checkmate, which although I had never heard of, was willing to give a try. My last course of action was to search social media sites. I do not use social media myself, nevertheless, I wanted to see if my name was out there. I checked Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter, and Myspace.

What defines me is my drive to help people, and the adrenaline and mental high I get from doing it. I can accredit this to my Aunt Rhonda who was a Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) During my early childhood. I remember her letting me sit on her lap after she got back from a long weekend of volunteering, and me marveling over her stories of the shift. By the time I got to elementary school, I had started carrying extra band-aids in my backpack so as to save the life of a possible wounded classmate. When I got into middle school, I was familiar with the first responder standards of care and had my own basic medical bag. I spent my weekends reading “Grey's Anatomy” and watching endotracheal intubation demonstrations on youtube instead of doing my homework. But everything I

I woke up feeling indescribably. It’s the day I either go to the moon or die trying. It was a lovely sunny day and I had adrenaline already going throughout my body like crazy. I was so excited to get on that space craft that I almost skipped everything else that I have to do. After getting ready for the day I had breakfast which consisted of steak, scrambled eggs, toast, coffee, and orange juice. After that we drove to the Kennedy Space Center in a van and started preparing to take off. As I was getting ready I got an unexpected call from the space center that informed me that the Ibm’s numbers didn't match up with the handwritten numbers. I was well aware of the fact that if these numbers werent spot on I would be dead and I was determined

I am an introvert. I value my personal space and I need my alone time. I haven’t had much of either ever since I moved into my dorm at the University of Georgia two weeks ago. Every day has been a combination of classes, errands, and friends. This isn’t a complaint. I love the freedom and figuring out how to handle more responsibility. I love being around other people and having friends that are always up to watching something on Netflix or playing a game. But everyone needs a break. The first two weeks have been a rush but there hasn’t been a moment to just pause and take in everything that has happened so far.

I am an introvert. I value my personal space and I need my alone time. I haven’t had much of either ever since I moved into my dorm at the University of Georgia two weeks ago. Every day has been a combination of classes, errands, and friends. This isn’t a complaint. I love the freedom and figuring out how to handle more responsibility. I love being around other people and having friends that are always up to watching something on Netflix or playing a game. But everyone needs a break. The first two weeks have been a rush but there hasn’t been a moment to just pause and take in everything that has happened so far.

Immediately following Saturday’s online class, if asked whether I would change the way in which I search for information or not, I would have said perhaps a little. This is because I did not fully understand the concepts being shown. Both Kristy and Dr. Fagerman demonstrated numerous techniques during the day’s presentation; showing students, including myself, how to search the databases to either narrow or widen our results, making it much quicker to find relevant data. Since that time, I’ve read through all of the handouts and practiced using these ideas with improved success. Logging into the FLITE library and practicing has helped return better information and much quicker than I was able to originally. One particular group during the

I started the search for notes and a lot of things happened like, how I found out what some of my relatives know, and how it affected my search, and how things went wrong or unexpected.

I watched as a henchman began to rope Gemma to a wooden chair. My eyes drifted downwards, and I noticed a large pentagram-like symbol beneath Gemma's seat. Gemma sat paralyzed with fear. Just then, her eyes darted to the side, her head moving with it. She repeated the action, then her gaze dropped to the ground, and up again. What was she doing, was she trying to convey a message? The old man didn’t seem to notice, however, busy conversing with the red cloaks in a hushed whisper. I surveyed the floor, was Gemma trying to point to something? Gemma bit the inside of her lip then tilted her jaw.

My reading is a different type of reading, with that said I am a different type of reader. As a junior in highschool I started the Rot & Ruin series by Jonathan Maberry. That is a series that sparked the inner reader inside me. I moved my reading level up all through the year and finally finished the year with a 11.8 reading level, as a junior I was pleased with that reading score. I came into senior year working on the third book in the Rot & Ruin series, Flesh & Bone. After that book we started book clubs; I read Sarah’s Key by Tatiana De Rosnay. I didn’t enjoy that book, although it challenged my reading skills. In the book Tatiana De Rosnay had the book bounce around between two different characters. That made the book hard to follow, although I feel the book helped me open up and focus more on the reading. After book clubs came to a conclusion we started in on the adventurous love mess, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. This challenging read provoked me to read harder; I took my resources and studied, I tried to get better. Mary Shelley had themes throughout this book, the themes had me really thinking about the text. Pressing forward to the end of first semester and the middle of my Senior year, I now can say I read at a 12.9 level. I am beyond

“ENGLAND, We are moving, new school, new everything, ENGLAND,” shouted through my head and all of a sudden I was awake. It was just a dream I told myself, but then I looked at my room and there were boxes everywhere.I layed back down and screamed into my pillow until I fell back asleep again. I woke up with a giant migraine and then it hit me, I only had two days to enjoy the last of my town and friends before I leave. So I better enjoy it while I can.

I came to live in America with the lack of English’s knowledge, and I did not understand any vocabularies or grammars. Then, I started to learn English by asking people around me. I loved to ask my professors, friends, and my husband about the meaning of new words or phrases that I did not understand. After that, I realized that the more I asked questions, the more new vocabularies I would have.