Personal Narrative: The Greastest Moment Of My Life

The first object that represents my identity is my cross. The cross I wear is special to me because it was given to me by my Grandmother when I was 10 years old before I left Eritrea. It doesn’t just represent my religion, it represents who I am and where I came from. It helps me to not forget my identity as a person. Every time I’m about to give up or do something bad, I look at it and reminds me of my past and all the thing I have gone through to get to this point of my life. Essentially, you can say that its part of me and represent my past.

It was the day of the surgery, I was so nervous that I could have passed out at any moment from my anxiety. I felt sicker then I had in years, I would have thrown up if I had had any food to eat in the past twenty-four hours. When me and my family got to the hospital my anxiety went up another level and I was practically shaking, the smell of all the chemicals they use wasn’t helping my nausea any either. When I was in the room getting ready for surgery I was overwhelmed with what was about to happen so I ended up confiding in my mom that

I am an introvert. I value my personal space and I need my alone time. I haven’t had much of either ever since I moved into my dorm at the University of Georgia two weeks ago. Every day has been a combination of classes, errands, and friends. This isn’t a complaint. I love the freedom and figuring out how to handle more responsibility. I love being around other people and having friends that are always up to watching something on Netflix or playing a game. But everyone needs a break. The first two weeks have been a rush but there hasn’t been a moment to just pause and take in everything that has happened so far.

I am an introvert who values my personal space and alone time. However, I haven’t had much of either in the last few weeks. Since moving into my dorm at the University of Georgia, the last few weeks have been a rush. Every day has been a combination of classes, homework, running to stores, catching buses, and meeting friends. This isn’t a complaint. I love the freedom and figuring out how to handle more responsibility. I love being around other people and having friends that are always up for watching a movie I’ve yet to see or playing a match of Super Smash Bros. The first two weeks have rushed by and there hasn’t been a moment to just pause and take in everything that has happened so far.

I am a white American female. Another term that can be used to describe my race is caucasian. Some characteristics that come with my race include a fair skin tone and naturally light colored hair. I do not think that anyone can truly be a “pure” race because family trees expand genetically within multiple races, especially in current times. People of all races are reproducing and creating a more mixed environment than ever before.

I have many things I care about to much for it to get ruined. If my house was to get ruined, there are some things that I would get because they when something really special to me. In all reality there are some things I will just leave because they have no value to me. But on the other hand I have a few things I want to have and will always want. They all have a meaning to me and will always be apart of me in very way. So, here are some things I feel like that are important to me.

As dawn began to approach, on the 22nd day of September 2016, my father followed his path directly for his bedroom. Normally we would sit and talk about our days, and complain about how hard life is. That month was nothing but a cold silence that rang through the house as the garage doors shut. Today was the day that my father would tell us the truth. At the time our family and I were attending a church in Decatur. We had been members for over 10 years, and it was all going to come to a complete halt. Emerging from his room, my father had a blank stare on his face. A look that I would never forget. He began to inch forward and call us all to the dinner table. The topic of conversation began with a sudden burst of tears, and my mother reaching

As I approach graduation I have been able to reflect upon the people in my life that have supported and influenced me over the past four years. The people who have been most influential in these past four years are my dad, my boss, and my eighth grade math teacher. My dad taught me to be hard working, my boss taught me to be adaptable, and my eighth grade math teacher taught me how to be organized. Although my dad has taught me to be hardworking these past four years I have learned a lot for myself.

I first arrived at the Breakfast Club, and was a little taken aback by all the action that was going on in the room. In seemed like one large stew of energy that continuously fluctuated in different ways. As a camp counselor, I am very used to this type of environment, and it is just a byproduct of having more than 30 children in a confined space. After talking to Janelle, and hearing what happens at Breakfast Club the other volunteers and I got right into playing with the children. I started coloring and playing with whatever else while talking to several children. I remember introducing myself to several of them and them being cautious about telling me their names. Some of them even said things like “why do you need

One of the things that always bothered me about the idea of immortality is, as you can guess by the title, persistence of self. Identity. Whether I'd still be ME, in any way that matters, after a large period of time.

I was embarrassed, feeling pain, watching everyone’s eyes looking at me, and knowing something wasn’t right. I could tell that my knee wasn’t normal. I left the door thinking it was going to be an awesome day, but did not expect the unexpected.

Today I was trying to take your advise and to be more assertive, ask more questions, and state what I need them to do (and try not to say ‘no’). Many times today I caught myself saying “Can you please” and have to immediately correct myself. It’s difficult but hopeful with practices and time I will start to change this habit of asking permission when I don’t have to.

I stood on the sidewalk in front of the Honolulu airport, by myself in a place I had never been before. I was surrounded by people and families busy collecting luggage and being picked up by shuttles and friends. People passed by looking at me sideways with wondering looks was I alone, did I need help.

Have you ever been on a broken elevator or gone on a roller coaster called” The Scream?” Well, when I was nine, I rode BOTH of those at Disneyland. This trip was important to me because it was one of the last vacations we took as a family before my parents got divorced.

Throughout my life, I have had very many formative experiences, some good and some bad. However there are very few that stick with me today, dictating nearly everything I do. I am an avid hunter, outdoorsman, and conservationist, so one event that I can point to and say “That has had a profound impact on my life!” is the first time I went hunting. Hunting changed nearly my entire outlook on life, for the better in most cases. I feel more connected to my family, friends, nature, and most especially God.