Personal Narrative: The Science Of Biology

I have been progressing fairly well on my learning goals for semester 1, from the beginning of semester 1 until now from learning about anatomy to physiology and to hands on techniques. I cant believe my own self that in such little time that I have learnt so much. One of the things I have learned so far is the muscles origin and insertion following the bones of the body this allowed me to apply my knowledge on hands on experience such as palpation of the bones and muscles. Another thing I learned in this semester is from physiology class learning about the cardiovascular system and blood flow this allowed me to apply my knowledge from that into my clinical assessment for taking blood pressure and vitals for a patient. Overall I think my learning

People, animals, plants, and many more organisms surround us on a daily basis. This will be the same for the future. Biology will help us learn more about the human body, along with other living things, and make advancements to the world. Such things include advancements in medicine and finding an alternative to fossil fuels.

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

I think that my family realized that I had crossed the threshold between childhoods when I began to form my own opinions. This first took hold when I took part in poverty stimulation at my local shelter. I was giving a character and a story behind the card I was given; the story made me become emotionally attached to this name I had been assigned and the family in which I came from. The experience made me question the prejudice of the society I was living in. How many times had I avoided eye contact with the people on the side of the road begging for money? I began a long journey of soul searching and questioning the beliefs my parents had raised me on. My thoughts were continually brought back to a book by C.S Lewis, it was called Out of the Silent Planet; a character named Weston believed that individual human lives don’t matter, they must be sacrificed to save mankind.

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

I remember being awaken by the loud commotion going on from the living room, so I decided to go check. I went out calling for my parents, but to my surprise, I only saw my mom on the phone crying from the reflection of a mirror. I wondered where my dad was. I got closer towards the living room and stood by the wall. I witnessed my dad sitting down on the floor having trouble to breath complaining about chest pain while my mom stood next to him. I closed my eyes in fear. I then heard something calling me to open my eyes. It was a siren that got louder and louder each second. I stood up and saw red lights shining through the window. There was a knock at the door and my mom went to open the door. Two men and a woman came through the door in navy

I quickly swallowed my homemade authentic Indian food leftovers and gulped down my chocolate milk. Looking down at my watch that read 11:28am, I knew that I only had two minutes until my most favorite part of the day: recess. This particular day in 5th grade, I had run a lap around the playground before getting the rest of recess to myself. As I started walking for my warmup, another student ran up and said, “My parents said that your people caused 9/11.” Completely caught off guard, I held back the tears in my eyes and tried to shake off his comment. I had never encountered something like this.

We stared like lethal predators to our next prey. This time it was young man, waiting in a bus station. It was late and dark; the street was empty, therefore it was a perfect timing. This last couple of days were a lot confusing and stressful; I kept having the same nightmare. So I decided to kill again to snap out of it. The man sat quietly concentrated on his cell phone; poor soul, he doesn’t knows that his time is up. I made a sign to Bobby Lee to step up from the dark alley we were hiding and go toward the guy. As he moved closer I instructed Hiram to intersect the guy on his left while I went to his right.

The heat rapidly increased, and once again I looked up, shuddering as with a fit of the ague. There had been a second change in the cell --and now the change was obviously in the form.

How do you know if you’re a good writer? Hmmm. Well, the first thing to check is how your writing changes over time and how you’ve improved it from past mistakes. I’ve never really liked writing, it’s stressful and annoying knowing that if you can’t focus and get down to Earth for a paper that you could flunk your grade. I believe that I am great with the general of writing such as grammar, spelling, and punctuation; however I still believe that I could work on improving my vocabulary with more descriptive words. I would like to find out how much I have improved and learned since the start of 8th grade.

Two weeks ago I was shot by the villain named, Injector. he injects any serum through a bullet that gives you any sickness or powers. So he shot me with a power bullet, which was for his brother, that gave me super speed. Super speed has come in very handy, like getting to work on time and getting ready in the morning. But when I was shot i got sent to the hospital for care. a scientist, named Barry Allen, he took me to his lab which is named, S.T.A.R. laboratories. He had two other scientists, named Cisco and Katelyn, Both love science.

“What did you do, babe?” I turn to Alessandra while trying to hold back the urge to pull my damn hair out.

I believe I am an example of leadership, scholarship, character, and service in my own life. Some of the activities I am in represent how I uphold the ideals throughout my day. With Golf Basketball and all the sports I am in, I uphold the leadership pillar as a guide my peers. In Aca-Deca and Quiz bowl, I demonstrate the pillar of scholarship. While volunteering my time at church events and the in friends program I exhibit the pillars of character and service.

We have been learning information and receiving knowledge since we were an infant, but how did we learn? What does the word information and knowledge mean? How does our brain process information into knowledge? Information is something we first receive and knowledge is what we know for a long period of time. We all learn in some form way but not everyone’s way of learning is similar. Some people learn in the same way, or maybe they learn the material in such a silly or ridiculous way that we can’t even imagine why they do it. Learning is a challenge; not only because you have to understand it, but because there are obstacles to learning. Learning can be difficult if there are distractions, like noises or some object that is attracting to you. Learning can be disrupted not only by distracted, but by sleep and hunger.