Personal Narrative Research Paper

I was raised by a redheaded nurse and a pharmacist with an eye for photography. The life they gave my two younger brothers and I was embodiment of the American dream. We had a house in the suburbs, a real Christmas tree every December and a golden retriever named Rocky. We traveled a lot. From beach vacations in Hawaii to weekend get always in snowy mountain resorts, we usually took one or two family trips a year. My dad being the shutterbug that he was always insisted that my brothers and I posed at every destination and tourist trap. I was constantly told to “sit up straight Thomas”. Some of our biggest fights were about whether or not to pull the car over to take another scenic shot. I always grumbled through the photo shoot and found the constant flash of the camera obnoxious. At my high school graduation I was forced to

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

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.

Have you ever had something you were “super passionate” about be stripped away from you? Roughly one and a half years ago I started my sophomore year of lacrosse. The lineup of students on the lacrosse team this year promised us a spot in the championship. Throughout fall practices, the majority of the sophomore class played amongst the varsity team. As the season ramped up in the spring, we waited for our first game against Saint John Paul’s Christian Academy. First game of the year, we enveloped ourselves into the game and became one as a team. Running downfield with a clear, open shot on the goal “whoosh” I shot the ball bottom right, a bare miss. Suddenly “crash” I was hit from both sides and struggled to stay standing. As I came to my

My thoughts are just consisting of light, a mixture of yellow and white but so pure and I don’t see no evil whatsoever; not consisting of any bad thing which I am grateful about. I see myself, and only me in a land and something is puffing me up and by that I see such tiny stars or crystals coming right at me putting forth unlimited joy and grace into me which will enable me to be happy and giggly no matter how crazy and maddening a situation will be.

I am currently enrolled in the Masters of Science Program in Technology at Eastern Illinois University. This is to fulfil my dream of becoming an expert and a professional in Information Technology related field, and later enroll for my PhD. My career focus is to work as a network administrator, chief security officer, an IT project manager or a network and security consultant. All of these job positions have very good prospects, high paying salary scale, and are in high demand for personnel in this field. On the average, the annual average salary for these positions ranges from $100,000 to $178,002.

When I was eight, my family took a trip to Africa. Our first day there, in one of the poorest neighborhoods in Ghana, I threw up. A month later I was enrolled in a high school on Ukerewe Island in Tanzania. Sophomore year is the first year that is taught completely in English, so my sister and I went to class. Every morning our family walked two miles, picked up bananas on the way, pet the cow we named Jim, and got to class in time for the worst part of school. We sat in the back of the classroom while each student waited in line to be told of their mistakes, and then beat with a stick. We didn’t have to participate because our parents were volunteering at the school. At tea time, the replacement for lunch, we grabbed tea and found a place to sit. I made the mistake of choosing a large pile of dirt, which was

In March, I found out the one of the worst things a teenager could hear; my parents were getting a divorce. How was I supposed to handle that information. The two people who came second in my life next to God, the two people that promised they would always be together, were now ripping our family into two broken halves; instead of one solid whole. Most people might pray to God, and ask him for healing but how could I; God was supposed to protect our family, and he let us fall apart.

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 do not remember him ever living in the same house as me. I do not remember him leaving, either. All I recall are the countless flights and short visits. He left the day after my 4th birthday, which is the only detail I know of the event. I was never told how, why or where to. I think that was for the best. My parents divorced when I was little, it wasn’t difficult at first since we lived close. But soon after this, my mom found someone else and me, my sister, and my mom moved to GA. This is how I learned to be strong. This transition was difficult for everyone so I decided to be the one everyone else can lean on. I was everyone’s rock.

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.

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

When I was ten and I lived in Mesquite my mom asked me if I wanted to run five miles in Dallas, and I said "sure it sounds fun". The next morning I got up at eight o'clock and my mom said it was at eleven so we left at ten. If you watch the Dallas news and saw the big letters in the courtyard, that’s where it started. There was a total of 532 people at the place I can remember because everyone got a paper wristband and a number was put in on a computer for every person and it showed up on a big screen.It was around ten forty five at the time.When it turned eleven an anouncer said to start. The entire walk was five miles it was 2.5 to the end and back. My mom pushed my little brother for most of it he got out at the half way point.When we got

“We’re almost there two more blocks,” Tyler told Dylan. We rode down the street and when the sun shined off the object it was like looking at the sun! “Ouch,” I said. We pulled over to see what it was. You would never guess!