Personal Narrative: The Modifications That Changed My Life

I haven’t been alive for too long and I’ve lived a pretty normal life though I do know of one specific event that changed me forever. On January 12 2010 I came home from school like every other kid in Haiti. It was a completely normal day. My mom was cooking in the kitchen, my aunt was holding my little sister while watching TV, my dad wasn’t home yet and I was by myself in the living room playing games on my dad’s computer. Then out of nowhere I hear a deep low loud rumbling noise. Right when I start to wonder what the noise was, the shaking starts. Being a normal eleven year old kid I just sat there in shock and fear and just watched as my whole world came crashing down around me. Paintings, vases silverware, my moms china set, they were

When I was 13 years old, my parents started to think about moving to United States because my dad was already working here for a company. We started all the immigration related process which took a while to end. When I was 14, one day I came back from school and my parents told me we were moving to US in 2-3 months. When I heard it first, I was happy, but later I started thinking about how I will be leaving everything behind. My family, friends and neighbors whom I have been with since I was little, I will be leaving all of them in a few months. As the date approached closer, we started to pack more and more things. There was

For my modification program, I chose to modify the amount of food I ate past 9pm. I am currently in a lot of activities and events that usually end late at night. For example, I am currently on a dance team. Practices are from 6-8:30pm. Also, my study group for my biology class does not end until 8pm. This makes it hard to eat because the dining hall closes at 8pm. Therefore, I usually find something to eat in my dorm. However, most of the food in my dorm is snacks instead of actually meals. My goal is to make sure I eat before I actually attend my events because it is unhealthy to eat food late at night. The earlier you eat before bed, the more food can properly digest before going to sleep. In order to decrease eating after 9pm, I will

Throughout the land of freedom the common practice is for couples, whether married or not, to have multiple little ankle biters. Growing up here in the United States I did not know a life without siblings. I was constantly surrounded by other kids in my home; those kids being my two pain in the butt brothers, Zachary and Garrett. The concept of being an only child sounded like paradise to me, but sadly that lifestyle was not an option. That was until I watched the two people I wanted to move out so badly actually pack their suitcases and mosey their way out the door. No, my parents did not kick them out of the house, but, as most young adults do, they were heading off to college.

“The thing about perspective-changing events is that they usually don't announce themselves as such.” -Andrea Goeglein. For my family and me, there are few quotes that seem quite as true as this. We have learned all too well how one split-second can entirely change one’s perception of their life and the world around them. I know now how a seemingly awful event can be beneficial to the mindset of a person- how one occurrence can make everyone realize and appreciate the most important things in life.

One day, about 8 years ago, I learned how to do something that I thought I would never be able to do.

As a 7th grader a lot of bad/good things have happened to me. I changed over the years ever since I was born. I think different and I made A LOT of choices in life.

It was a bright and sunny day on June 3, 1995. Such a good day that I was in the mood to become something different, something that no one would expect to become, but what I had in mind wasn’t what I was hoping for. It was nice out and Brandon and I had some unfinished business we needed to take care of. We got mad at each other earlier that day, got into a big fight and ended up messing up moms’ big day. On top of that, he blamed the whole thing on me which I can never forgive him for, but I can also never forget what happened to Brandon.

Hi Ms. Reese, You probably don’t remember me and to be completely honest, I couldn’t care less if you did. But it’s me, Jasmine. You had me as a student when I was in 5th grade at Whittier Elementary. I know, you’re probably wondering, Why on earth are you private messaging me?

Now that I know what areas I lack in I know what I need to change and have made plans to change them.Along with there not being enough funds to purchase my medicine I was hesitant to take the medication.I thought I would be able to do this semester and beyond on my own.I was wrong and realized I overwhelmed myself.I plan on taking classes in the afternoon so I can go to tutoring first.I realize now by the time I'm off the bus it would be 4 or 5 o'clock .By the time I got to my room I was exhausted.No homework or studying had been done much less eating.As a result I'd be half asleep studying .My tired state allowed for very little actual learning on my part.Half way through the semester I became very depressed.It was hard for me to get out

Friedrich Hayek stated, “What is most urgently needed in most parts of the world is a through sweeping-away of the obstacles of free growth.” Change is a heavy and formidable force that you either participate in or stand by and watch as it unravels--no inbetween. Change is raft that you jump into to cross an aggressive river stream--life. Some distrust and fear unhindered growth. They chose to remain on shore, complacent in the familiarity of the life they know. Some--my ancestors--are not averse to change; they jump in, paddles in hand. They leap into the raft, embracing unobstructed change and the subsequent tools of human innovation that emerge. This is no easy feat, but each time the raft slows down with enough time for its riders to catch their

Island life is nice… if you don’t live it every day. I’m sure any teenager you ask born and raised on any small island like St. Thomas will tell you the same:There are barely any clothing stores, grocery prices are high, and the worst part: there are only two public high schools. The metaphor, a “big fish in a small pond” becomes real to you, especially one you enter middle school . After enduring this for about five years, I decided that I needed to leave St. Thomas ASAP for the sake of my education, my future and, most importantly, for my sanity. August of 2016 I boarded a plane headed northward to Georgia leaving my parents an empty nest early, to live with my aunt and uncle. Four hours from my new life, I was hit with the most agonizing realizations :I don’t know anyone. I don’t know how to act. Georgia? I don’t know her.

I have transferred to a different school each year since I was a freshman. My first move I had started to inwardly question the act of personal change, and how it can affect one’s mind. This is the time where I had a plethora of internal conflict relating to one’s change and growth as a person. I remember one day looking at everyone around me and realizing that they've been through change, and that these people have grown into the person they embodied based upon events that have presented themselves in their lives, and whether or not they had overcome these obstacles. And then I thought of something that made me tilt my head slightly, and this thought has been on my mind for four years: people don’t realize how similar they are to each other.

I did not make any changes to my actual class schedule, rather I changed and added things to my extracurricular activities to improve my resume and personal statement.

On September 2, 2014, my life changed forever. This was my first year in high school, and as a freshman, I had my very first agriculture class. Throughout the year, I decided that a career in agricultural education would be in my future. I enjoy working with students to better themselves and preaching the significance of agriculture. I want to impact the lives of our younger generation just as much as my two agricultural teachers have mine. One day, I looked up the average salary of an agricultural educator, and although it wasn’t ideal, I knew that this career would make me happy. After I saw what the salary was, the very first link description said agricultural education shortages. How could this be possible? A lot of high school graduates who have been involved in FFA go to major in agricultural education. Or, at least that is what I thought. I started researching the background of this problem and found that there is an estimated amount of 650 annual agricultural education graduates nationwide. Out of those 650 students, only 460 become teachers (Fargo, 2014). So, where do the others go?