Personal Narrative: The Times I Made Mistakes

This summer was pretty interesting and a tad bit boring. I sort of learned a little bit more about myself and how I could deal with things. Some things got a little rough along the way but that’s life for you. Everyone hits that rough patch in life at one time and point.

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

I have had stitches before, in my head, but I did not know that one collosal mistake could cost me my entire summer of getting wet and showering. It was summer in Michigan, and I was at my Grandmother’s house for camping, like my brothers and I do every year. This year, I was excited because my father had let us bring our bikes to ride around.

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

Something I will be reflecting on from my 8th grade year ,and how this will change myself for freshmen year. I did study a lot through the whole year of 8th grade,and i should have.I feel 8th grade could have gone better for me if i did things differently like preparing myself for hard tests, I never studied till the end of the year when i found out it really helped me out.

Reading these pages and the documents were interesting and they definitely helped me realize my mistakes in my writing. I always get nervous whenever I write an essay and it stresses me out if I made a lot of mistakes.

Unsure. Confused. Scared. NYU from the beginning has caused a whirlwind of emotions to course through me. Everything was new and unknown but everything was new and unknown. At first, it was exciting and then terrifying. Welcome Week was all fun and games, but now I had to get back to the reality of college being work. I was no longer a child but an adult. Not only did I have to deal with the college world but the real world as well. Balance is hard to achieve at any point but simultaneously trying to be an adult at the same time isn't exactly a cake walk.

CCIB received a call from Kathy, LTCO. Kathy went to the facility because of the SOC 341 received regarding the staff (Aialoi) throwing the lunch box at the resident Mary Mitchell, as reported by the ADP staff Kyle Borchardt. She wanted CCIB to know why she was there, she is concerned since the licensee of the home is out of the country. Kathy arrived around 1015 am today, and knocked on the door. A gentleman answered the door (Grayish brown hair, stocky, wearing a hat, about 5'10.") He smiled at her and said "K." She asked if she could come in, he stood there and kept saying "K,K,K." Kathy clearly discerned he was a client/resident. She yelled into the home, "Hello?" Several times and received no response. She was with him aline for at least

My Dumbest Move I got invited to a party And I decided to go There was alcohol there But that was no surprise to me Everyone kept offering me drinks

Ever since I can remember, I've always wanted to be an author. I love the idea of creating different narratives for people to engulf themselves into while providing entertainment and valuable lessons. Of course, this also means that my parents hoard all of the embarrassing books I would write when I was a child in their computers. They call it cute; I call it humiliating-especially when most are about crushes I had in kindergarten...but I guess you have to start somewhere right?

I once had a traumatic event that was kinda or I should say really scary for because this is the story of me almost drowning at a elitches. So it all started about a week before, when my neighborhood friend invited me and my sister to elitches one summer. And of course i'm gonna say “heck ya!” why not. I mean wouldn’t you? So about a week later we go and so were packing up and I can't remember but i got mad about something. So I was walking home but then I guess I did that thing where I just want everyone to feel bad for me so I want to go. But let it be known i'm like 6 so i'm not acting like this as a 10 year old. Anyways I end up going and so the line to get in was as massive as you can imagine so we waited for 30min.

I really enjoyed this experience and learned a lot about how I grew up. I was born two months premature and the doctors did not and still do not know what caused me to be premature. My older sister was also born two months premature as well and my mom had a lot harder of a time with my sister and had a lot more complications with my sister than she did with me but I guess I had complications as well, clearly being born two months early is a complication in itself. I was born at 4 pounds and 4 ounces. This pretty small if you ask me. Although I was born premature after I was born at Mayo Clinic in Rochester Minnesota I did pretty dang fine. My mom was in the hospital for ~~~~~~ days after I was born for the doctors to watch me and her and make

Throughout history, innovations have made modern life more stabilized. For me, the past represents a learning process that led us to the growth of today, which is evident through The Civil Rights Movement, the medical advancements and the evolution of the churches.

I feel relaxed; I sit quietly on the bench, at the neighborhood park. I can hear the kids playing in the distance, the dogs barking, and the birds chirping. The smell of barbeque engulfs the air around me. I close my eyes and let nature take over.

Has someone ever just asked what was wrong out of the blue? Well imagine being asked that by strangers who just happened to walk your way. I always would answer with “nothing” or “just a bad day.” In the back of my head I would think to my self “ I don’t know what’s wrong.” Being asked through out the day “are you sick?” Or “did you sleep at all?” I would get tiered of answering and just smile and node my head. I didn’t talk about my feeling much; I would just focus on the problems of others. Not because I was interested but it keep me from opening up to them. I just didn’t know what I felt. There was one place I felt happy, in where I could pour my heart out without being judge. My drawings, my doodles; with every single drawing I could express so many feelings on portraits of pretty faces; But that too just stop comforting me. I felt so alone. Since I had a pessimistic view on life I though I had no one to count on. Later I realize I wasn’t on my own, I had people that I could ask for help.