Personal Narrative: Psychology

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

Think about something in psychology that you would be interesting in studying. You can select a topic from what you’ll be studying in this course or another topic that seems intriguing to you.

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

The most important game of the year was coming up and I was ready. Everything was going perfect for me, because I was the starting QB as a freshmen at Englert High School. We were playing Joston High School the number 1 team in the nation since 1960, it was going to be a tough game because they had the number 1 ranked defense, but we had the best offense. The day before the game was just a normal day I went to school and had football practice after school. A couple weeks ago one of the other teams that we had played earlier in the year wanted another game so we decided to play them. They had been the hardest team we had played all year, we had only beat them by a last efforts field goal it hardly went in as it bounced in off the crossbar.

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

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My dad, for as long as I can remember, has always been a big part of my life. All throughout middle and high school we would have heart to heart conversations just father and son. I can remember the warmth of the fire, the taste of tea on the tip of my tongue, a cool midnight breeze blowing in carrying the scent of grass and fresh rain, my dad sitting across the room telling me about the different projects he was working on, and regaling me with advice to help in everyday life. One night, he told me something that would change my life forever: that all the different clubs, hobbies, and sports that I do are connected to each other in some way, and how each skill I gain from each of these different activities can be filed away to use in a later

The training ground was outside and depending on what we needed it for was able to instantly change its terrain. I walked over to a nearby basket and pulled out an old wooden bow and a quiver full of arrows.

I decide to call out sick and go to a thrift store in Madison in hope of finding a couple pair of pants for work and to get my mind off my mom’s situation. I don’t have much luck on either count. After ten minutes, I leave the thrift store unable to stop thinking about my mom. I make my way back to my car in the parking lot groping for the car keys in my jeans pocket.

It’s almost like a fuzzy dream, it’s a clear blue afternoon and I’m riding in the back of an old pick up, through the golden hills of my hometown and looking up at my aunt who smiles down at me. Although, I don’t remember most of my childhood, this is a memory that makes it through the haze just enough to recall, that afternoon with one of my favorite people in the world, my Aunt Lisa.

It’s the summer of 1999 and I’m sitting on a beach in Latvia, hunched over my new Nikon f100 fidgeting with my lens. What had been the point of me saving up money for a year for this camera if I wasn’t going to take a single photo that I liked? I was feeling utterly frustrated. Here I was, in one of the most beautiful parts of Europe unable to take a single great photograph. All of a sudden my thoughts were interrupted by a spray of sand in my face. I looked up to see a young girl in a blue denim romper sauntering by haughtily in plastic heels. Well she was trying to saunter. They were the kind of shoes that came in those toy sets with costume jewelry and tiaras. They weren’t meant to be worn out, and definitely not meant to be worn on the

I woke up swiftly. My senses were blurred, except for my hearing. All I could hear was the

When I was around 13 years old I took a sudden interest in the psychopathology. The idea that someone would be capable of committing gruesome acts along with murder fascinated me. I needed to know how their brains operate, and how they hardly feel any remorse. Unfortunately there was barely any research that could prove any kind of proper link between bran structure and the psychopathic behavior. This was the first thing that caught my attention in the field of psychology. As the time went by my interest in psychology augmented, and after I took psychology classes at Harvard I knew that it was the career I was born to pursue.

Inside, my mind is racing as I stand there motionless. The last few weeks have been spent preparing for this special moment in time. “How will I do, will they be staring at me, are they laughing at me?”. All these thoughts have completely overwhelmed my mind. In a matter of moments, I recognize that my heart is on the verge of exploding. “Why did I ever decide to go through with this, I am not the type of person to put myself in this type of a situation. I should run away now before it gets worse ”. It will be starting any second now, the panic has taken over and I stand there waiting for the embarrassment to begin. The ball is hit straight towards me and I swing, hence striking it back over the net. Although mostly a reaction, my partner