The idea of writing a personal narrative terrifies me. Not because I don’t have one, but simply because of the the past year I have had a tremendous journey. My lesson was taught to me by my father, it simply goes “Be friendly with everyone, never break your word, make a joke when appropriate, console someone when its not, and most importantly be the first to admit you’re wrong” He taught me this lesson over the course of the year 2015, I went through my summer, first semester, and second semester learning this lesson. It took me until late May of 2016 to finally understand it.
My journey begins spring-time 2015 I was enrolled in an online schhol at home and despised every countless hour of it. I had been homeschooled all my life and I craved an escape. My chance arose with one simple move. I stopped working, in hindsight this move may not have been the most intelligent, but it was my only solution. I personally thrive under competition and desired to be in public school. My idea worked and my mother became fed up with me and promised I would start public school in the fall. I was nervous, excited, and scared all at once as I prepared to begin my new school
The first semester began with waking up at 5:00 AM to catch the bus at 5:50. I wanted to throw up out of anxiety. My first day went well, met up with my friends and met new teachers, when I got home I was dead tired. My day was far from over, it was Monday and I had just recently started driving, and since I had
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I was ten, the most terrifying event I had been through was riding the little dragon roller coaster at the fair, but that night changed it all. The fear that started in my head spread like wildfire to the rest of my body from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my toes. My heart was racing so fast that it could have beat Usain Bolt in a 100m dash. Stop, drop and roll, three steps that should have come naturally, but instead I froze, looked down at my yellow and black checkered flannel in complete terror, fearing for my life.
I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.
Let’s jump ahead again, this time to my first day of school. Morris Knolls High School is one of the top high schools in the US. Their curriculum is rigorous and their standards are sky high. Also, this was a completely new environment for me. I didn’t know how high school worked and this wasn’t the type of town I was used to. Living in suburbia and attending a school with different demographics than I was used to scared me. I now lived 30 minutes away from everything I grew up around. But the thought of having a fresh start excited me. No one knew me, I was a nobody and therefore free to completely change myself.
Mostly everyone’s first experience with language is similar. The first words that a newborn will hear are usually very simple. Almost every time someone new enters the world and first sucks oxygen into their lungs, they hear something along the line of “congratulations! It’s a boy (or girl)”. A child’s first look at written language however, can be a completely different experience. What I share with you today is my writing experience throughout my childhood and how my family, friends and my education have played roles in the growth of my writing ability, as well as how I engage in the act of writing.
This piece of writing is a narrative writing piece, my aim is to create an atmosphere of fear and create an experience of the operation. In the writing, I used first person pronouns to show that was a first hand experience. I used I, me, and myself in this writing. I also used sensory details as the smell of the material in the operating room - the smell of anti-infective was strong and strange for me. It helps to create an atmosphere and makes the writing more authentic. I used colour adjectives to help the reader visualize the scenes – pale and blue watch. Furthermore, I also used the sounds to make my writing lively and vivid – “Tik-tok, tik-tok, tik-tok”
The writing process feels different to me depending on the topic I am writing about. Topics I don’t care for feel very long and tedious and it seems like I’m spending more time thinking about what to write than actually writing. Topics that I do like on the other hand feel much easier to write about and can feel like I’m almost rambling. My writing process begins with a fairly lengthy brainstorming session.
The experience I had with writing that I found difficult may or may not be common for most people, but for me it was. Writing has never been my strongest area in school. I always wanted to be somewhat good at it though , so I tried and still do. People have their weaker subjects and some have their stronger ones. Friends and family members of mine love to write, and I always try to keep a journal or diary. I just always found it hard to write it on paper. I’ve had so much to say that I keep in my head or want to use for a topic for a paper to share with class but could never write it. Until one day I got a reality check from one of my writing professors. Last year I was given a writing assignment to write about an experience that changed my life. To me doing that was difficult because I had to relive my past and explain my emotions on a piece of paper; at the time that was hard for me. I was given this assignment twice. The first semester I dropped the course because I had mono and was missing class, and couldn't put the effort in. The professor understood and read my idea and said, “Next time you take this class, stick with that idea and write, don’t hold back.” Now this story isn’t about that professor, but rather about the next one I had. He told me the same thing as her and thats when I knew I had to come out of my shell and just WRITE.
When looking back at my writing experiences, it reminds me that writing is not my area of expertise. Where writing may come easy for some students, it takes me longer to put my thoughts together. I am basically scared to write because I am lost at where to even begin.
The human experience is not a vague suggestion of what all people strive for. This is an individualized set of preferences and priorities that each person desires in life. We are all unique beings and as a physical therapist, there is a duty to create a specific strategy of care that is centered on the needs of the consumer. Movement is the basis of everything. Optimizing movement by improving mobility and motion, managing pain, and regaining original capabilities will guide society to healthier and more active lifestyles.
The sound of Carmine’s snoring from across the hall forces its way through my closed door and into my room. It wakes me before my alarm this morning. I’m not sure what time he came in last night, but I must have been in a deep sleep. Slowly, I go through the motions of my morning routine. Taking care not to wake Carmine, I finish getting ready and leave him a note to tell him I’ll be at the library all day. Just as I finish checking my assignments and pack my book bag for the library, I hear my phone ping with a new text message.
My experience when it comes to writing is limited. I’ve written peoms and I’ve written school assignments, that’s it. I would not consider my writing skills strong or even college level. I would like to fix that. I would also like to be able to write about who I am without saying who I am. I want to be able to entertain people and make them laugh while at the same time inspiring them. I hope to use my real life experiences in my writing because they are unique for someone my age but things that a lot of people can relate to. For example I ran away when I was 17 years old and couch surfed with my 21 year old boyfreind who is in stage 3 kidney failure and is type one diabetic and has several other health problems. We lived off of food stamps,
The song starts with hamilton along in his room, in a city away from his family. You can obviously that he is stressed and tired, and a little bit homesick. When out of nowhere this bombshell Mariah Reynolds knocks on his door and pleads for help. She greets Hamilton with:
All the years i’ve been in school i’ve always hated writing. Writing was one of my worst subject to do it was hard and challenging. But there was one i had to learn to write cause i will need write my whole life. I always sucked at writing i could never spell or write. I would always fail on my essays and other writing things i had to do. My mom will make me write all day long until i remembered how to write and spell.
I opened the box and couldn’t hold back the smile I had on my face, tears brimming. My team did this for me and I know this put them in trouble. ‘’ I thought I lost this in Morocco ‘’ my voice was quiet almost a whisper. ‘’ I know. One our boys went back and retrieved it knowing what it means to you ‘’ Loki smiled. ‘’ Wow thank you ‘’ I mumbled into his shirt. He whipped my tears saying ‘’ don’t you cry love ’’.
My experience as a writer hasn't been overly pervasive. I was on the creative writing team throughout my middle school years and so I've learned how to think up ideas quick and connect them to flow into a story. I have received high marks on my writing papers in English as well as any other class. Being in the Speech and Debate club, I have accumulated knowledge or how speakers put their words together into a powerful and extraordinary speech. I believe that I am more prominent in personal narratives but I am just as tactical in Informative and research papers.