Personal Narrative Rough Draft Research Paper

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I have reddish-brown wavy hair, I am 5’4”, and I weigh 127 pounds. I see myself as the comedian of my friend group. I am shy around people I am not very close with, but once I get to know someone, they can never get me to shut up. I believe others see me as hilarious, smart, caring, and fun to be around. In my free time, I hang out with friends, watch hockey, go shopping, sleep, and watch Netflix. My three best friends are Abby Quirin, Morgan Jetton, and Hunter Ross. Unfortunately, I constantly think about what my peers will think of me before I make my decisions. Although, my friends usually help me make wise decisions and give me the confidence to do what is right. My favorite things to eat are pizza, salad, spaghetti, watermelon, and chocolate.

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

I woke up to the distant sounds of cows mooing and the rustling of feet while guards switched shifts at the wall. I would’ve gladly been out there keeping lookout, but General Travis keeps saying that 14 is too young to have your life on the line, even though we all knew that simply being there at the fort was putting your life on the line. I slowly sat up and yawned and glanced at the closed window shutters. A small bit of light spilled out onto my cot, dawn was upon the Alamo, and that meant the cattle were

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.

Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity

The photo album was an old one, and she turned the pages slowly, brooding over each one, trying to understand the girl she had been. Here she was, half turned away from the camera holding on to the brim of her hat, as if she thought the wind might snatch away. And here, walking hand in hand in with Alex in Brighton. Then, Alex and her in a restaurant, with a couple she didn’t recognise, and a series of snaps taken in Paris, during a weekend at the start of their relationship. In all the photographs, Alex was dominant, as if he had gathered all the light; she was a dim presence beside him. He looked straight at the camera, while she looked to the side, as if something in her peripheral vision had caught her attention. Her younger self embarrassed her. There was no record of later on in her relationship with Alex. If there had been, they would have shown the subtle shift in her character; living with Alex, hanging out with him and

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

My experience with literature begin in kindergarten when reading the Magic Treehouse books. These books were the first in my life that I would actually read willingly cover to cover. Before I would begin to read a book just to quit after I deemed it boring or dull, but these books were different I actually liked them. This would continue until the 3rd grade where I would read different books like don’t you know there’s a war going on, it was a World War II book that was centered on an elementary kid like myself. After that, I read historical fiction consistently mainly involving wars Civil War, WWI, WWII, Vietnam, etc. I also felt like if I had to read for an any assignment it was forced and I would skim or do little actually

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.

At the beginning of the year I knew that we would need to create an 8th grade project. I already knew what I wanted to accomplish and thought that it was going to be super effortless. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. I realized that we must include the community with our project. Since I choose photography I couldn’t come up with one concept to create. So, I asked my Uncle if he would be my mentor because his company employs the marginalized to work and produce products for cameras. They are employed there for about a year or until they feel confident to look for other jobs they are interested in. When we first met I did not fully realize what I wanted to achieve, so he gave me some ideas on how I could go see his company. I could then see what

I was sitting in my room eating a ham and cheese sandwich when all of a sudden I heard a loud bang on my window. Startled I tip toed over to the window curious to see what made the sound. As I moved the curtains slowly, I found I was now face to face with a tiny little fairy. She was no bigger than a roll of paper towels and smiled while rubbing her head and staring back at me. I slowly opened my window as not to scare her, but also scared for myself because I had never been seen a fairy in real life. As the window opened enough for her to fly through she came fluttering passed me and rested on the end of my dresser. I stood in amazement as she dusted herself off and continued to rub her head. I managed to muster out a few words, “who are

As an author, I have developed and created many written work systems and styles. Already, my written work styles and abilities were coarse and grungy. My first paper was disgracefully punctuated, had a powerless body structure, and intertwined sentences. Over this semester, my written work aptitudes have enhanced significantly. I have figured out how to sort out and develop a paper formally. This has fortified my capacities as an essayist, which reflects in my written work.