Personal Narrative: The Brain

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

I was very surprised how accurate my results were, nothing was extremely surprising to me. The strengths I received after the test were; Competition, learner, focus, futuristic and significance really describe me. For example,I am very competitive person when I put my mind to do something, I will work hard to achieve it. I always want to give my 100% commitment to excel and for my dreams to become true. Yes I am not always focus but the fact that I am competitive will remind how other students are striving and that will put me back to work

Recently, I read an article about how the brain is not fully matured until the age of 25. With this knowledge, I have constructed a contract to prevent issues caused by my underdeveloped brain. This contract will prevent me from getting into unwanted trouble and will prevent my parents from future stress and headaches. It will be broken down into 3 parts: home life, school life, and social life.

Right before July 4th it was one of the best memories with my family. It was a nice day and their was a breeze that I felt on my skin and the sound that made me feel calm. We were all laughing and everyone has a smile on their face. I was with my mom, dad, sister , and my godbrother. That day we went to Water Tower in downtown Chicago and went to my favorite store called Marbles The Brain Store. They have cool games and gadgets. After that we went to get food from food life and I had a really good pizza. It smelled like a freshly baked out the oven and when you bite into it cheese started to ooze out of the good pizza. It tastes really cheesy and the bread was baked just right.

It was a raw, dull time of year, nearing the end of November, the kind of drizzly, self-pitying November day when every grain of sand stands out clearly. The frosty clamp of the Canadian winter was just about in full effect, but this day in particular blew its wet emotional gusts all around me.

Hello, my name is Hazel, and the first day of high school was terrible. I could tell people thought of me differently and knew there was something different about me, and they weren't wrong. I do have depression. Most of the time I was silent and never talked until the teacher called on me. I was so shy and I didn't have much friends. Most of the time I felt helpless, alone, worthless and hopeless. I didn't really look forward to doing anything. At school and in public, people stare at me. Kids at school say stuff like,”Why is she so sad all the time?” and “She cries a lot.” also “She does it for attention!” Yeah, those words hurt. Obviously they don't think about it before they say it, but it does hurt my feelings. I usually

This explains the difficulties people have in creating a coherent narrative: if the two sides of the brain are not working together, the story will be either chaotic and confused--overwhelming feeling, overwhelmed thought--or superficially logical but lacking the emotional oomph of a good coherent autobiographical story. There is a connector between the two sides, the corpus callosum. This is how the two sides of the brain communicate. The corpus callosum is the bundle of nerves that connects the two sides and integrates the emotional and cognitive aspects of our existence. We need the functions of both sides to have balance and derive the most out of life. Hypothalamus--receives incoming information through our senses: sight, smell, hearing,

There are a couple times when I’ve used Bottom-up processing (p. 124) at some of my jobs. One time was when I had first my job at Magic Waters. I was told to set all the cabanas up and stock the mini fridge. Which was the only thing I was never taught. I was unable to ask for help because we were opening in less than 10 minutes. Even though, I had no clue how things were set up. Therefore, I imagined how they would be normally be put together. Then, once they were nicely set I found the refreshments in the storage for the fridges. Another time is at my current job which is at Pizza Hut. My manager told me to take over the cut table. Cutting the pizzas were self-explanatory. It was just the additional items the customers wanted on their pizza

Valerie, you and I seem to be opposites in our dominant and weak functions. Personally, I believed that thinking was my dominant function while feeling was my weakest. I have a tendency to try and gather as many facts as I can about a given situation and based on what I’ve been given, I then allow myself to use my feeling function, which I believe to be more introverted than extroverted. That being said, I think your strength with the feeling function really helps you with your job. However, the two of us did get the same attitude result from the questionnaire, and I also was not surprised that the quiz labeled me an introvert. I think we were also right in knowing which function was more dominant in ourselves. While you ended up being an INFJ,

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow. Boy does it suck! I am burdened with what the Buddhists call ‘monkey mind’. Thoughts that swing from kingdom to kingdom, stopping only to scratch, spit and howl. Unharnessed, unruly, undisciplined. Drunken monkeys rule my head, jumping, screeching, chattering, all clamouring for their share of attention.

It almost seems as though it were yesterday when I would shut off the lights, slam the door, ferociously hop on my bed, and read my favorite book until my eyelids simply couldn't handle their own weight. Of course my parents would make a routine check in my room to tell me goodnight so I had to read with great caution, for if my mom were to catch me reading after bedtime, there would certainly be consequences. Though through my little and inexperienced mind, I believed this risk was well worth it, because this turned out to be the first chapter book I had enjoyed from beginning to end: Among the Hidden.

One summer day I was in the house playing with the dog baby my miniature pinscher. We had a relationship that was hot and cold. But we was playing having a good time but then she started playing too rough. When I was on the ground she bit me on my eye. Then I had pass out because I was loosing so much blood she took me in the emergency room. I received 6 stitches. I remember seeing my whole family there. I remember hearing the dog growling at me. I felt my skin being bitten. But it seemed liked I had been gone for a like time to really seem like I was steal on this earth.

I don’t know if it was the seizures that killed my dog or the headaches that stole a month of my life, but the inner workings of the brain have fascinated me ever since.

A friend told me something extraordinary. She said the last thing a person sees when they die is recorded in their brain. So I thought about that and it wasn't long before I comprehended the horror of it. Follow my thinking here. The brain is working enough to capture the final image. Now what if other parts of the brain are still functioning? If that is true then it means the mind is still active. If only for a few seconds. How long would those seconds last with only that last image to see. It keeps me up at night.

I made numerous revisions and changes to my mind map as I was introduced to divergent ideas that developed my understanding of the word improvement. This allowed me to not only expand on my knowledge of the word, but also implement it by improving my mind map and letting my thoughts and ideas progress to whole new levels rather than focusing on adding things in only the second dimension. The unique perceptions presented in the video allowed me to transform my thought process and establish a diversified, experienceable definition instead of just referring to my word through a jungle of terms and phrases. One way I improved my content was by further elaborating on the present thoughts and adding original ideas that could enrich its meaning. In