Personal Narrative: Recalling

There I was, sitting in a hospital bed waiting to get the x-ray results back from the doctor. I’m looking around the room, noticing all of the weird tools the doctors use, reading the cheesy posters put up miscellaneously around. I can feel the sweat dripping down my face, the doctor knocked on the door, entering shortly after. She had a worrying look on her face, I was just waiting for her to say something bad.

Baghdad, Iraq is where I was born and raised; I lived there for about 6 years during the most pivotal years of the war. My dad left when I was about 7 months. He went to Lebanon to live for a few years before settling in the United States. My mom took care of me and my siblings. War was going on in Iraq; people walked with a dying heart. Iraq was split into Shiite, Sunni, and Christianity. Sunni and Shiite do not have any issues with one another, but there are people who do not like the Shiites and caused civil strife between the two divisions of Islam. My family is Shiite and we do not believe in a separation between anyone because we are one, they are

On February 27th, a plane heading to San Jose with five people on it suddenly crashed in southern California. The two houses it landed on immediately erupted into flames because of the jet fuel. Luckily, no one was in those houses, however three out of the five were killed on the plane, while the survivors just had injuries. The people on the plane had consisted of a husband, wife and three teenagers going home from a cheerleading competition at Disneyland Adventure Park. The competition is suspected to be the Jr. USA Nationals, but unfortunately will not be a celebration to them anymore. The names of the people have not been released at this moment. Many bystanders of the crash have taken to social media to share the horror of what has happened. Undoubtedly, the passengers will never be the same again.

One of the biggest transitions of my life was when I moved off to college. At home I have a very stable and supportive family system. They knew me better than anyone else and they held me accountable. I was not scared to move out and go away to college, I was more curious to see what this chapter of my life would bring. Getting away from the comfort of my family really made me take some time to focus on myself. This may attention assignment only furthered this journey of becoming more self aware.

I have a hard time recalling my early writing instruction, but what I do recall was not pleasant. I struggled with words, writing and reading for much of education so writing was not my favorite thing to do. However, I do recall the need for perfection that was so frustrating, as it was a struggle just to produce the imperfect stuff. We did minimal work with the five-step process, prewriting, writing, revise, edit, and publish, until I was in high school. Currently, this is something that is being introduced at a much lower grade and in different ways to engage students. Also, certain aspects of writing, such as spelling, are not required to have perfection

Personal protective equipment was worn, and safety procedures briefed prior to beginning the experiment. After obtaining, and cleaning a 2-quart plastic container, we transferred heaping scoop of clean, dry bentonite clay for making the sample. We weighed out XX-grams of bentonite using a digital scale (+/- 0.01gm) and a thin plastic weigh trays on a tare-zeroed scale. The of bentonite was added to XX-mL of warm water using the laboratory mixer seen in Fig. 1 to make standard (15-cP) mud. The speed of the mixer was set to create a cone vortex in the middle of the mixing cup, and bentonite added to the mixing cup within 1-minute. We continued to mix the mud for seven additional minutes increasing speed as required to keep the particles in suspension. The sample was then poured into a clean plastic quart size container, sealed and labelled properly. The remaining sample was then stored at room temperature (68 ℉) for 1-week to allow sample to fully hydrate.'

Hi Professor. while I was taking the quiz run out time, I did not realized the time was ending. So did not get a time to send, I answered all questions, but  I was rechecking to make sure it all right and saved. I think it were couple of questions that I did not saved too. I real liked having second

I am not sure that I can remember a moment in my life when my memory was faulty or inaccurate but what I can remember is that after having my son I forget a lot of things. I use to be able to remember everything; dates, numbers, what people tell me verbatim. However, since having my son I am so forgetful, clumsy; my short term memory is worst then my long term member. The most I can recall from pregnancy is that I was miserable; I slept on an air mattress in the living room because the felling of my queen sized mattress hurt my back. I also remember throwing up during the entire pregnancy. I enjoyed anything spicy because it helped with my heart burn. I had the worst headaches/migraines. But as for like the special moments that people record, such as; every month how big around my belly was, what foods didn’t agree, the first time I felt him kick.

When one survives an apocalypse the world around them is bound to have changed since they lived a normal life. In the first few months of survival you will remember your past like it was yesterday, because it hasn’t been too long since it was yesterday. As the months go on, though, I expect you would find the memory of your past world and life starting to drift away. That’s why, as my first non-survival item I would take with me during the apocalypse, I would be bring the book “Fangirl”. The book tells the story of college freshman, Cath, who is a fan of a famous fictional book series. Although I adore the book and it’s plot, that would not be the reason I would bring it with me. I would bring it with me to remind

Recalling my life as a junior in high school does not give me a great deal to look back on. But one intent that has always stood out to me, even as a young girl, is to have a positive impact on someone's life and make a difference, whether big or small. But semi-recently, my maturing mind and actions did not understand the difference between a positive or negative impact on a friend's happiness. After too long of a time not discerning my mistake of using bullying to change this friend, I finally recognized the negative impact that my actions were causing. This led me to search for a new course of action to mend my mistake. My then 15-year-old mind eventually understood that the words used as an attempt to fix a very close friend did nothing

Waking up to nothing seemed to be my daily routine. No one cared about me and honestly I didn't care for anyone either. My mom did her usual invitation to breakfast playing the part of a caring mother but I can see through it . I get dressed and put on my usual locket my grandmother gave me before passing away, the only person who I felt love for, that is if it existed she was the closest thing to it. It was a beautiful silver heart with beautiful tiny colorful diamonds inside , she said to me as she pressed it in my hands, “ Raina you're more than what you are set to believe your are, great things are waiting for you.” She always knew what to say even if I didn't believe it I felt better with her warm soft words.

Repeating the past would be a good chance to have but would you do it? Some people might say yes others might say no. There are some people who are still living like they were 5 years ago but not me. If I had the chance to repeat the past I wouldn’t do it because there are only some things I miss.

This video has everything to do with memory. It is over a woman that put a man in jail for a really long time because she thought one of the chosen faces was her rapist. They did look very similar but her memory was messing with her and changed that innocent man’s face to her rapist. It is something we have no control of. Therefore we have to depend on DNA and other tests to be sure. The woman is not to blame.

White ballroom dresses, suits and ties, extravagant ballroom dancing and tiny delicate plates of food. Blue and white balloons, glistening table cloths and intriguing live music varying from folk dancing to classical. A “fairy godmother”, large blow-up pumpkins meant to be carriages and around 50 five year old children including the beaming birthday girl, me. Innocently and gleefully dancing around the room, my glowing smile is unable to leave my face. I am surrounded by family and friends and as I move I am so lighthearted it is like I am floating. I approach my cake that towers way beyond my height, and my father lifts me up so I can blow out the sparkling blue candle.

Looking back on my life I can honestly, I had rough. Growing up with an abusive father and an alcoholic mother wasn't the best; but what can I say Allison Kristen Wright and Thomas Joe Wright had one hell of a daughter about 35 years ago. Standing a spectacular five feet tall, 120 pounds I am one feisty woman. Although a fan of the pants suit, one might see me in m signature black dress and heels. Black is my favorite color because it compliments my blue eyes and bold attitude. Through the seasons I stick to this style, even when my pale white skin turns to the average tomato red. I remember in school I used to get bullied for my fair skin, which is one of the many reasons I graduated from high school early and applied to Bucknell University as soon as possible. After applying and getting in I packed my bags asap.In ____ I graduated from Bucknell with a degree in Business. I later got my graduates degree in business through Duke University in North Carolina. After getting my graduates I returned home to Scranton, Pennsylvania. When I returned back to my parents home I soon learned that my father was in jail and my mother was in rehab. Our house had been repossessed and the 15 cats we owned, all were dead. This saddened me because I knew I should've helped them, but at the