Personal Narrative Research Paper

Eighth grade isn’t the best time to tell oneself to write a novel. It was an English assignment we had to do over the course of November, and the bare minimum was to write 10,000 words--so merely a novel. I initially scoffed at the thought of even attempting to write beyond the minimum. I didn’t think any teacher would bother to read each of his or her’s 120 students’ 10,000 words or more novels, so I didn’t see the point of writing anything up to par.

that she had a male, Igor Gentsaryuk, in custody for DUI near the 3700 block of

Last year, in October during the cheerleader’s concert, that my mom and dad were singing at, I asked, “Do you want to dance?” My mom said, “yes”. Walking out to dance, she fell and accidently tripped me and landed on my ankle. It felt as if someone was breaking my leg in half. It got really numb where I couldn’t feel it, but I still knew I was in some pain. Picking me up off the ground, my mom sat me on the bleachers. Everyone came over there and it was really embarrassing. My dad carried me to the car and we drove to the dollar store to buy me an icepack to put on it.

It was a beautiful day in early winter 2012, my Family had had a big dinner at my uncle's house, the plan was to go a Blazers game after we had all gotten done eating. I had moved to Tigard oregon with my Mom in summer of 2012 from Connecticut, about six months before all of this had happened. We had no idea where anything was, the only thing we had someone what of idea was my uncle's house and the grocery store, but beyond that we were basically lost all the time. At this time we didn't have a car yet, so relied mostly on my uncle taking us places.

I grew up in California where both of my parents were involved with gangs and drugs by the time they were in middle school. They grew up like this, getting involved with the wrong people, getting into fights for dumb reasons, even getting in trouble with the authorities. Of course, that was normal for them because they were surrounded by it through friends and family. They continued to live that life style even when they met each other at the ages of 18 and 23. They didn't like each other at first, but they eventually started dating. My mom ended up getting pregnant later that year and tried to take a break from all of it, but my dad didn't stop and that caused some tension and arguing between them.

The interesting part about this fellowship is that it allows new opportunities to learn. Because of the process of learning, exploration of discernment is employed that allows for each group to wrestle with what God may be calling us toward. The chance to enter into dialogue with other congregations strengthens the overall mission because it permits others to provide an objective and fresh perspective that might have otherwise been overlooked. I believe that an experience like this would give me more opportunities to meet other Lutheran congregations as well as them the opportunity to meet me. This is by no means a statement of arrogance, but I believe that I represent a people group that has been foreign to the SC Synod and it allows me

I remember the fall of 2007. On that specific autumn morning it was “take your child to work” day at my dad’s workplace in a retirement home. My father walked my younger sister and me around the gargantuan, sterile white building, introducing us to the elderly residents and workers, holding our hands as we shyly waved with a meek “Hi,”. I distinctly remember meeting one lady that stood out among the others: one of the laundry maids, Caroline. Caroline was, in a word, great. In several words, she was about 21, excited, sweet, and hilarious. Moreover, she spoke with a foreign and strange new accent that very appealing to my eight year old ears. On our way home, I specifically remember mentioning to my dad that she was easily my favorite of all the people I met. Several months later, she and my father were married.

I love summer time, especially around my birthday, which was on the fourth of July. I always had great weather and fireworks on my special day. When I was little, I believed my father got me fireworks for my birthday. My appreciation and love for my dad was such, I always wanted to make him proud.

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

This Christmas, when I first walked into my grandparent’s house, I noticed something I hadn’t before: the house’s familiar smell. Describing it is difficult, but it smelt like comfort and childhood and all the wonderful things I love to reminisce about on cross-country car rides. Realizing I have smelt, heard, or experienced something before is undoubtedly one of my favorite sensations.

Finally, turning eighteen years old, I am finally legal, well finally legal to get into clubs. Partying every Thursday at Nicholls was the trend. Getting a taste of freedom, not having to worry about anything or anyone was an awesome feeling. I lived life and always was the life of the party. When I moved backed to New Orleans nothing changed, except the day I went out. Every Sunday was the day to go out and have fun at the House of Blues. Leaving the club till about three in the morning; trying to sneak back in the house before my parents awake. Those were the day, my irresponsible days of “living my life”. Everything changed once I became pregnant at age twenty.

I can feel the tension in my muscles as the crowd readies itself for the main event.I prepared myself for the final match through boxing,dodging swings,running laps, inhaling when I hold back a punch and exhaling when I release the force of my punch.Without a doubt Gabriel has trained just as hard as I have and I still cannot beat him,until now.I felt more confident than ever as I walked out into the waiting eyes of the audience.I have climbed over many obstacles to get to the grand finale and I plan on seeing this fight to the end.

School was about to begin,that meant the end of summer. No more video games, vacations, or parties,and more learning, homework, and tests. I was also wondering if I Had any friends from last school year, but all of my thoughts changed when I became friends with Samuel.

A memory that i will always remember, oftenly think of is a memory with my sister. I was about twelve at the time, she had just turned ten. Our parents had been divorced for a couple years, we were living with my dad in farmington while my mom was under treatment in rehab for opiate and alcohol abuse. We came home one day from school and started doing our daily chores while our dad was still working. Well do to all the tension in our lives at the time, and the fact that i hadn't be able to bear my sister since she was like four we fought all the time. Any little thing there was to fight about we did sometimes word sometimes bare knuckles. We agreed on doing the kitchen and that it was my turn to wash the dishes,

We where working on a fifth grade “group” project. In a crowd of about four other peers, we worked well together, until we were almost done. I didn’t really select the group, they just chose me in theirs. One day they were in the hall to finish other school work while it was time to work on the project. I decided there wasn’t much left to be done on it. The paragraphs and pictures were neatly printed out and pasted on the poster board, the lettering was drawn on it, and all there was left to do was to color it. So I did. When they came back, they crowded around the project and yelled at me. They took the poster and tore the pictures and paragraphs off. I couldn’t do anything but watch. They were so willing to have me in there group, but not