Personal Narrative: My Work In Progress

My first example of one of my peices of work is my Garage Sale flyer. I choes this as one of my examples because it demonstates my understandings of our unit all about creating flyers,business cards etc… The strongest aspects of this peice of work is the way I have all the information needed in an organized way. It does not look super cluttered. I think i could always work on something with any peice of work i do. With this peice i think i could work on my spelling and puncuation. Some of the skills i use to create this peice were; Change the backround, Bordes and accents, Text and

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

There are a lot of things that shape a person, A loss, A gain, or maybe a quest they undertook. Now I’m not talking about a quest to save the world like you might read in books, or watch in a movie. I’m talking about a goal you might strive to achieve or something you want to accomplish to learn more about not only yourself, but the people who surround you or the community you might live in. This is my quest, a quest that took me years to understand, but one that defines me as a person. A quest that showed me how to express my opinions, and to let others do the same.

This paper took me many revisions to complete. I found a new method to aid in completing the revision. For example, once I completed one paragraph, I would go back and rewrite it and fix the grammar errors until I was content with the product. I did this with each paragraph until I was done the entire paper. My final revision included rereading the entire paper and finding errors that I missed while focusing on each individual paragraphs. This method helped me find errors much easier, and I also found it to be a quicker way.

"Louis McClymont, the nurse will see you know."As I took the dreaded walk to treatment room B, my fear of needles began to take over, the only time I ever had a jag before was when I was a baby, and that was too long ago to remember. I took a seat on the administering table; the nurse could see my body was shaking with fear. She tried to distract me from the enormous needle that was heading my way. "You're having a jag for yellow fever, where are you going?"

1) During the second week of clinical, a patient of mine was extremely anxious in regard to the life style changes that needed to be made once he was discharged from the hospital. He was also uneasy about the cardiac catheterization scheduled for that day, to which I provided support and resources that morning to help with his worries. His nervousness was first noticeable during the head to toe assessment where the patient asked numerous questions about life after being discharged. I first interpreted my patient’s questions and concerns as normal, until later that day when he asked the same questions to which I answered. I responded to these signs of anxiety by sitting down with my patient and having another discussion about his concerns. During our discussion, I explained how only slight modifications needed to be made since he already lived an active lifestyle. Upon reflection, I wondered if therapeutic touch could have helped lower the anxiety my patient was experiencing.

As I wrote this essay a lot of memories began to move like a slideshow within my head. Each memory kind of reminded me why I am the person that I am today. Out of all of these years God has truly been preparing me for greater. God loves me for me and I overlooked God plenty of times and I overlooked his word. I learned that I was in some of the predicaments that I was because of myself not because of God. God only wanted to see me grow more in him but I always put him on the backside not trying to truly become a full Christian. I was afraid of the things that might happen because I was already dealing with some harsh times in my life. Time after time I got weaker giving up on God knowing that every single time I messed up

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.

At some point in life, there will be a time when one explores an idea of issue of personal interest in depth. That’s the real starting point since it marks the beginning of a milestone journey. It will open many new doors in one’s life. Nonetheless, with it come great responsibilities. It might sound stupid, but take a moment to really ponder it. I asked myself, “Why do I want to devote my life to a career in medicine?” The answer lies within my junior year of high school.

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.

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I first arrived at the Breakfast Club, and was a little taken aback by all the action that was going on in the room. In seemed like one large stew of energy that continuously fluctuated in different ways. As a camp counselor, I am very used to this type of environment, and it is just a byproduct of having more than 30 children in a confined space. After talking to Janelle, and hearing what happens at Breakfast Club the other volunteers and I got right into playing with the children. I started coloring and playing with whatever else while talking to several children. I remember introducing myself to several of them and them being cautious about telling me their names. Some of them even said things like “why do you need

Today I was trying to take your advise and to be more assertive, ask more questions, and state what I need them to do (and try not to say ‘no’). Many times today I caught myself saying “Can you please” and have to immediately correct myself. It’s difficult but hopeful with practices and time I will start to change this habit of asking permission when I don’t have to.

When I was younger, I remember being stuck in a small, dark closet when I would get in trouble, or when my mother simply wanted to avoid me. This was mostly twelve consecutive hours a day. It was dreadful in there. I was never brought water or food. If I did, mum would make me beg for it. The closet had an eerie feeling to it, I never felt safe, and it was very cold. I heard a voice in that closet when I was there. She never got mad at me unless I was bad, I didn’t often do much, just the typical child play. I still hear her, seven years later, whispering, calling my name, telling me to come play because she “misses me”and needs her friend. In the middle of the night, I’m afraid she’ll jump inside me again when I misbehave. It’s the

For years upon years my mother told me “be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.” For years upon years I ignored her with a “yes ma’am” or “ you’re saying this like the wishes are actually going to come true.” Lo and behold my hard head made for a … You know the rest. Now I’m about to tell you what happened try not to cringe. No, seriously it get’s crazy.