Personal Narrative: Reducing My Risk Factor

My health goals were to get to bed at a better time and to make sure I eat up to three meals a day.In the beginning it was hard because usually when I wake up I’m not very hungry for some reason, but then at school by the end of first period I am. It’s hard for me to eat in the morning because I'm too lazy to get out of bed. So to make sure I am able to eat, I go to bed earlier at the latest 10.

I was incredibly excited. School was starting tomorrow. The first few days were just icebreakers, learning everyone’s names, blah blah blah. Then the real learning began. Of course, teachers started to write our lessons on the board. I started to notice a few changes in what I was seeing. The words they were writing were just...black lines! I didn’t pay much attention to it, I just asked my friends what the board said. As the year went on, it affected me more and more, especially in math. I saw a 2 as a 6, and and an A as an 8.

I quickly swallowed my homemade authentic Indian food leftovers and gulped down my chocolate milk. Looking down at my watch that read 11:28am, I knew that I only had two minutes until my most favorite part of the day: recess. This particular day in 5th grade, I had run a lap around the playground before getting the rest of recess to myself. As I started walking for my warmup, another student ran up and said, “My parents said that your people caused 9/11.” Completely caught off guard, I held back the tears in my eyes and tried to shake off his comment. I had never encountered something like this.

We stared like lethal predators to our next prey. This time it was young man, waiting in a bus station. It was late and dark; the street was empty, therefore it was a perfect timing. This last couple of days were a lot confusing and stressful; I kept having the same nightmare. So I decided to kill again to snap out of it. The man sat quietly concentrated on his cell phone; poor soul, he doesn’t knows that his time is up. I made a sign to Bobby Lee to step up from the dark alley we were hiding and go toward the guy. As he moved closer I instructed Hiram to intersect the guy on his left while I went to his right.

So then I go, and find Mrs. Price and tell her, ¨The red sweater wasn't mine. I knew adults weren't right all the time.¨ So I yell at the top of my lungs to Mrs. Price, ¨YOU BELIEVE ALL THE STUDENTS AND YOU ALWAYS YELL AT ME, I WISH YOU NEVER TEACHED HERE, I JUST WANT TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE.” Then Mrs. Price tells me to go to the office. So I stomp my feet on the floor ,and go to the office. When I get into Mr. BobbyJoe’s office i talk to him and tell him what had happened. He says to me, “Now Rachel I know how you feel if I were you I would do the same thing. So what i want you to do is to go and tell Mrs. Price your sorry while I go and call your parents then come back.” So I go back to the class room and tell Mrs. Price that I was

Sometimes there are books that are so hyped up that you just wonder if they're really all that good. Sometimes you find yourself disappointed, the only person out of your bookish friends who dislikes said book. Other times, you find yourself amidst the endless number of fangirls and fanboys, and you join them in shouting praises of the book off the nearest rooftop. For me, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda was the latter.

There are more than four sources of vulnerabilities and/or risk factors that have presented themselves in the period of my lifespan. Risk factors can be described as “stressful life conditions” or “stressors” (Berk, 2012, p. 10). Often risk factors are interrelated and recurrent. These risk factors, if not blocked by positive intervention, can “impose particularly heavy developmental burdens during early childhood” (Shonkoff and Phillips, 2000, p. 7). My four area of vulnerability or risk factors that come to immediate recall are: 1) Living in a small rural town; 2) Being a member of a large family with a very modest income; 3) Being an overweight child; and 4) Life threatening illnesses, which

With just three weeks left in the NFL’s regular season, there are five teams with double digit wins all looking to secure home field advantage through the playoffs. There are also nine teams with sub .500 records that still have a shot at making the playoffs. Say what you will about the current playoff system, but the next three weeks should be thrilling and I am excited to see how it all plays out.

I pull my knees closer, trying to shut out the cold, although even as I do so, I recognize the futility of the gesture. I can’t preserve heat like this, trapped in a metal husk with nothing but the clothes on my back. The unyielding sheet of steel that’s been keeping me upright for what seems to be centuries was not meant for man—merely machine.

The topic that interests me the most is disease prevention. My son was born with a developmental learning delay and sensory processing disorder. It hasn’t severely affected his ability to learn and socialize because he received different types of therapy since the age of 2-½. Since that time I was interested in researching the causes, symptoms and treatments of these disorders in order to support him socially and academically. My interest in disease prevention became more fascinating when some of my relatives and close friends informed me that they were battling different types of diseases such as breast cancer, type 2 diabetes, hypertension, alcoholism, opioid addiction, depression, psoriasis, tachycardia and Paget’s disease. I wanted to

The majority of people will decide to change their health behavior at least once throughout their lifetime. The reasons for the change might be quite different from individual to individual. Some may be motivated to take action after experiencing a life threatening illness, while others are proactive and change their health behavior to decrease the risks of developing a potential disease. However, even if the reasons for the change are valid and well understood, there is a great possibility that one will not follow set goals long term. If the implementation of the scientifically proven health behavior change treatments in people’s routine is something that is going to cause them a lot of effort, or is difficult to implement, then they probably

In this essay I am writing about why I believe people viewed me the way they did. They saw me the way they did because people only see what they want to see. They get these impressions about me based on the way I present myself. For example, I dress appropriately based on the place I’m going, therefor people may think I care about my outward appearance. While at home, I don’t put in any kind of effort in my outward appearance because I know the people around me won’t care much, unless I were to have company over.

Wooden beams opened up the lofty ceiling to reveal rustic chandeliers. A marble fireplace swallowed the far wall, etched with imposing Shakespearean words. Everything was foreign; in the sea of suits too nice to be worn by 17-year-olds, my dress and heels took on an alien quality. The only women in the room were the ones standing beside me. The only people of color were the ones standing beside me. Indeed, the only public school kids were the ones standing beside me. This was Southern Bell, one of the most exclusive debate tournaments in the country. A tournament, I was informed on several occasions, I was lucky to even be attending.

Something I would consider my most difficult challenge is my health. Since I was very young, I have had many issues/problems with my health. I battled with asthma and severe allergies that affected me nearly every season of the year. Halfway through my freshman year, I was diagnosed with anemia. This was not the smooth start into high school that I had hoped for. I was faced with the possibility of leukemia. By having a huge chance that I could get worse, getting me home-schooled and taken out of all extra curricular activities was definitely a frequently questioned that my doctors and parents contemplated for a while. This carried into my sophomore year, where it greatly began to affect my school attendance and performance. I would miss up

I sat by the kitchen counter trembling as I felt my anxiety building up inside of me. The sight of my mother standing across from me was gradually lost in a blurred image as tears started to well up in my eyes. In an instant, I was torn away from the world I knew where there was no pain or suffering; in that world my friends, family, and myself were untouchable. My perfect world was replaced with an adult reality, a place in which anyone is vulnerable to evil or injustice, and to my surprise that included children like me.