Personal Narrative: To-Impact Lives Throughout Lifetimes

Starting high school can be a little scary, especially when you have no guidance from siblings, like me, being the first one from my family to have an education. But that did not stop me from succeeding, I?ve always been confident and determined. I?m an enthusiastic when it comes to trying new things. Who would have thought I was going to be a good athlete plus a book geek, when in my past years I was just a regular kid. I was pretty excited about joining a club that had a connection with high school, that way I didn?t have to start from zero, I always want to be a step ahead. Fortunately, in summer, a high school coach was recruiting freshmen for running either cross country or track, they both involve running, so I considered it like the same sport with different timing. And this is when it all started. Running

My legacy began when my family taught me to read. My mom and grandma took turns teaching me different letters and sounds out of an early reader. By the time I reached kindergarten, I read well enough to strengthen my skills on my own. My favorite author from kindergarten was Eric Carle. I brought home Brown Bear Brown Bear so many times that my mother told me I was not allowed to read it again.

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Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

As a one year old child when my parents first moved to Stump Tavern Road in 1959 when my father was stationed at McGuire AFB, I have seen the metamorphous of Jackson from a sleepy rural township into a suburban bedroom community. After college, I chose to return to Jackson and raise my Jewish family here for the same reasons so many choose it today; the quality of life, public school system, and aesthetics of the countryside. It is with this background I am writing to you today to applaud your courage and foresight and voice my full support of Ordinances #03-17 and #04-17 for a complete ban of dormitories in all residential and commercial zones. Unrestrained development is environmentally unsustainable and as the caretakers of this town

I’d had many mini-lifelines thrown my way, none turned out to be the life-altering, ground shaking beneath me, and gates to opening up “heaven”, though. To me, I’d blame it on the different ways I came off to strangers, depends on the day, I could be a multitude of characters, but never latch onto the following of others. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted my lifeline to latch onto, the problem was, I was like a fishing net with a gaping hole--incapable of doing such things. Then, the last person I expected to, stepped up and accepted the challenge.

Have you ever felt robbed of a childhood? At the age of six, I was placed into the DYFS system. I moved from house to house, not really having the chance to grow up like normal children. I didn’t get to experience things such as ; asking my older sister advice on boys, learning how to cook grandma’s favorite recipe, or going on family vacation to Disney world . I worked hard to get where I am right now. My experiences have made me of who I am today , my story will tell you my background, where I came from and why my application is incomplete without it.

Being the youngest of four siblings, I got dragged on many of college visits throughout the years. I found the setup to be fundamentally the same: Prospective students accompanied by parents, usually more nervous than the students, enthusiastic tour guides ready to impress, and admissions counselors trying to be as accommodating as possible. I never understood how my siblings knew the right school for them. The only thing they said was, "when you find the right school, it feels like home." Over time, my siblings had created a joke about that saying. Little did I know that in seven years, the saying would come true for me. When I first toured RPI, I approached it as any other school I had seen with my siblings. Following the obligatory bookstore visit, I told my mom that we did not have to go on any more tours. I finally understood what my siblings were saying. I found my home at RPI.

On June 4, I died. Well, metaphorically speaking. Let me rephrase that— I was reborn.

Yesterday I had a full practical driving test. I went in prepared and happy. However, in the beginning of the test as I was identifying hazards my driving test coordinator wasn't pleased with how I was listing them and told me to change the way I was speaking. She said this twice, and on the second time she said this she said that this was my "last warning". For example I was saying, "Making sure that the oncoming car stays on it's right, as I stay on my left", and she very forcefully wanted me to say, "Keeping an eye on the oncoming cars..." This I found frustrating as "Making sure", and "Keeping an eye", are quite synonymous to each other. Also, I have taken my defensive driving course, gone on a drive with a

Growing up in the small town of Walnut Grove, I have been blessed with many opportunities. First off, our town has always been a strong faith based community and throughout my childhood and into my adolescence I learned that serving was my purpose. At the age of four, I began my love for softball, which turned out to be the most influential gift God could have blessed me with. This game allowed me to become the person I am today, for it enabled me to develop the work ethic I now have. Likewise, there’s a saying, “Softball will give back to you, what you are willing to put into it,” and this was something I didn’t quite understand until recently; however, I began to realize as it prospered relationships, whether with teachers, coaches,

One dark, gloomy morning, in the fall of 2016, I faced a situation that I had always feared. Since we lived in Newhope, Arkansas, I thought nothing inadequate could ever happen there. In this particular occurrence, I was completely terrified out of my wits.

It’s unimaginable to predict how an individual will impact your life. From the experiences you encounter throughout your life with them, to the stories of their life prior to your existence, your family will always have an impact on your life. For me, my grandfather’s teachings are deeply embedded in my character, one of which is a belief in a God. At a young age I was introduced into the Catholic Church, but growing up I had doubts about what it all meant. It is a human’s natural tendency to question what they cannot understand. For me, the stories of miracles and holy saints have reinforced my beliefs in the Catholic Church. With the guidance of my family and the experiences I have faced, I have learned to formulate my own beliefs based on

One belief, that I had accepted as a fact of life, was forcibly perverted and it changed the way I see the world. Most children are taught to trust all of our government systems and the people who enforce them, I was no different. I assumed the police were a uniformly virtuous force for the good of all people and I assumed that only those people who were fairly convicted would face punishment for their crimes. I had heard about crooked cops and detectives, but I considered them to be things of the past or extremely isolated examples. The first incident that began to reshape this worldview was a movie I saw with my family. It was a documentary on the Central Park Five. Learning of the severe injustice those boys faced from all levels of our

Every chapter of my story has medicine in some form. In some, its presence is all encompassing, a life changing singularity. In others, it hides behind anecdotes, quietly shaping my dreams and passions. The quiet moments gave me direction; the loud gave me dedication and reason.