Personal Narrative : The Making Of Me Essay

You want to know what shaped/molded me as student. Wow, that's a funny qurstion! I believed I didn't know what made me who I am, but as I look back and forth, I realized, it was me. I am my own motivation. I don't look up to anyone, I just look forward to something. I am a believer, dreamer, achiever, and wonderer. As I look around me and see how my family and others of a different and same ethnicity living their whole life on a budget, barely making ends meet, I tell myself I will be better and become better. I will not let my surroundings select or change the way I am. When I was younger, I believed everything would just come and fall into my arms. I wanted to be all of the occupations I seen on TV. I planted in my head that I would be a

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.

Today they came back, just like they said they would, just like I knew they would. Today was different though, unlike last time they weren't testing, they were collecting. Every 4 years the kids who are “ lucky ” enough to be ages 10 -18 at the time get to participate in the draft.

After 200 miles of endless driving, I decided to pull over and let Aaron drive. We got out and switched places. “I dunno about this, Alex,” he stuttered. “You’ll be fine,” I said reassuringly. He walked around the side of the car and got into the driver’s seat.

In 1951 my grandfather first stepped foot on American soil thanks to a workers permit. As you expect before entering my grandpa was given a thorough body check where he would undress and would be checked for any diseases if found any would be sent back.

Sometimes, I think to myself, that one action can affect a single person, a small group of people, or a large group of people. My granddaughter walks up to me with a cup of coffee in one hand, and she has something else that I cannot identify in the other. As she hands me the coffee, I ask her, “What do you have in your hand there.” She hands me a couple of pictures; they are of an old friend and I. She asks me “Who is that man in that picture?” and, at that moment, it reminds me of how the actions that I had with that man have affected people in all the ways I can think about. I told her, “I think it is time for me to tell you about The Great War, who Sean was, and how he has affected my whole life.” I take a sip of my coffee and I begin to reminisce in the

When asked to write a personal essay I pondered the many things that I could write about and nothing seemed quite right but one of the events that I truly believe changed my life. That is why I chose to write about basic and what I have learned from being in the army. Everyone has their own stories so no one will have a story that is similar to mine because everyone's life is different. That’s what makes mine stand out, I can guarantee that my reader will be able to experience something that they themselves have not even if they have been to basic themselves. My hook in the beginning is actually how I wanted my whole essay to be, but the more that I wrote the more my essay changed to a more inner thought sort of essay. This change hurt me later on though when I changed from past tense to present tense and back again without catching it. This was an easy fix however and some of my other minor errors were brought to my attention by Alex in my writing group when we switched documents with each other.

How do people become the writers they are? How do authors come up with such exhilarating things to write about? Where does their inspiration come from? Those are some of the most commonly asked questions aimed at successful authors. The most common people to ask those questions are the people who want to start writing their own stories. I know because I was once asking those same questions. So I decided to cut the rope that tied me down and travel into the world of wonder and mystery........my dreams. Thats where I got most of my inspiration for my books. So one night I had such an intense dream I couldn't stop thinking about it. Than I had an epiphany! I would start my own dream journal. As I filled my journal more

1. Two year ago, my friend found out he got cancer and could die in a few months. It was a big shock for all of us because we all thought he would be okay after a surgeon cut the normal hyperplasia in his neck a couple months ago. In his birthday, we asked him what he wished. He said that he used to want to be a doctor, but in that time, he just wanted to be a normal person who could go to school in the morning and play games at night. Therefore, my friends and I helped him out. We took turn to tutor for him and sometimes in the weekend we came to his house to play game together. From that moment, I understood him and this life more and more. It wasn’t easy time for him and for me too. We together went through our difficult teenage. He used to be fear to die. I used to hate God and this unfair life because it took my friend away. However, after day by day we spend time together, he help me Ito realize that our lives didn’t count by days we live, but by memory we did together. That was me who waste too much time for myself. Then, when I had no more time with my friend, I tried to blame to God. I was so apology. I didn’t help him, but he helped me to realize the

Outside the studio apartment in Hollywood, Eddie notices an entry call access system. Buzzing to her studio 103, the entryway unlocks and invites her in. With her overnight bag in

Kara Gubler woke up at her regular time, 5:15 in the morning, took her shower, got dressed; in her purple Adidas sweatpants and black Adidas sweatshirt, ate her favorite breakfast; Corn Flakes with Milk, and headed out the door. It was 6:30 when she got a taxi to 6142 Roswell Rd, where she would get her new Pointe shoes. When she opened the door at 7:45 she was welcomed with the familiar scent of foot deodorant. After a few seconds of awkwardly standing in the doorway, Kara was greeted by an older, heavyset woman. “Who are you and what time is your appointment?” the older woman asked “Hi I’m Kara Gubler and my appointment time was 7:30” Kara answered politely. “Well I would normally decline late appointments, but I’m feeling giving today, go take a seat”. Kara went to the corner of the store where there were dozens of boxes of shoes, waiting to be tried on.

You walk too soon see a staircase;it seems never ending willing to touch the stars. Climbing the staircase until you’re tired, you find you are among the clouds; too high up to see what the surface of the earth used to be. You feel limitless, the breeze flowing through your hair and no skyscrapers to block your view of the wonderful part the world you live – Toronto. Each cloud seemed to have represented every memory, emotion, adventure, and achievement you have ever experienced in your life and everyone that has helped you in your beginning of life. From family members to pet peeves, ethnicity to my earliest memory, you’ll now know everything that describes who I am. A story only I can tell, The Story of Me.

The choice that was the most frightening helped me grow as a person. Challenges pushed me to the best of my abilities. I had to take a risk and explore the unknown to understand my fear.

Where do I began? I feel that there are numerous people who have contributed to “How I Became Me”. However, I will start where it all began. On the ninth month of the twenty-seventh day of 1994, I was born. I was premature weighing in at three pounds from a mother who had three children before me at the time. And just like them I was taking away and adopted by my grandparents. They were the ones who raised me. For the most part, I can say I was a great kid. I was raised in an old-fashioned, nuclear family household. My grandfather was the primary breadwinner and my grandmother stayed at home to run her daycare. In total, there were eight of us in the house with me being the middle child. My grandparents instilled in me education was important which came to no surprise that I was on honor roll throughout elementary school. All my teachers loved me and spoke highly of my achievements in the classroom. Of course, some would say that I was a teacher’s pet of you will. Yet, I never thought of myself as such.

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.