Personal Narrative: Trying New Things

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

When I was 5, my hands grew old and weary, tired of construction and calloused from work. Day after day after day, I would fashion new worlds and cultures out of little LEGO blocks. I worked fastidiously- creating tiny planes, guarded forts, and expansive cities that swept from one end of the carpet to the other. (I loved to make castles with booby-trapped moats and false walls and hidden entrances.)

I have only one word: listen. Humans became so loud, shouting to be heard over everyone else. So concerned with ourselves, our jobs, our money, or the internet that we stopped paying attention to the pieces of nature around us, beautiful and ugly alike. We try so hard to fill our lives with meaning in the most unmeaningful of ways, promotions and new cars, when there’s so much more to living. The trees sing when the wind blows and we’re listening to the radio. Hermit crabs chirp, dolphins name themselves, prairie dogs have voices and we ignore it all in favor of Facebook What doesn’t directly affect us is blocked out or put on a back burner so we won’t think about it. We became so removed from the natural world we no longer notice what’s

Time: it is an illusion. There is always moments in your life where you may reminisce about how you should have said something different, done something different, appreciated a small moment more than you did. These are moments that you may long to go back to, but no matter what you tell yourself, you never will, and it is never changing. That is just how the world is, how life is.

I consider myself a bit of an adrenaline junkie. I spend my days participating in high-risk activities such as riding my bike without a helmet, or guzzling down pop without checking its calorie content, sometimes both at the same time! Aside from my bravery, and a bit of humor, I believe I can most contribute to McMaster and its community by doing what I do best; being me. In a time where the world is trying to make you like everyone else, I can definitely say that I am Nick; the curious, passionate and humorous, Nick. My passion is expressed as my curiosity-driven love for exploration. This compelling force has driven me to many new experiences, including a marine biology field study in Roatan, Honduras. The first step was to earn my

The world exists to be explored. I moved to the United States in the April of 2015, finally getting the opportunity to explore the world. I was born and raised in India, and after living in the same city for over fifteen years, I was itching to travel, experiment, and explore. While feeling completely intimidated by the sheer size of the country, moving here was liberating, in a way. I could meet more people, eat different food, and visit new places.

Getting the opportunity to be on the dance team last year really changed my outlook on high school, I now have something fun to do while still working. Plus I have made some great friends I probably wouldn’t have even known without dance

On a weekly basis, I am pushed beyond my comfort zone. Each week brings two new clinical days with new people, situations, and diagnosis. I never know if I will know how to react and do the right thing. Every clinical day I feel a little nervousness because I feel out of my comfort zone. I handle this by recognizing that I do have the tools that I need to succeed. It also comforts me to know that there is a team around me for support. Some days are always better than others, but I have found ease in this by accepting that each day is a learning opportunity. Knowing that my presence that day affects someone's life allows me to appreciate going beyond my comfort zone. From past experience, stepping out of my comfort zone has always benefitted

Any person that is new to a school or place can easily tell you that it comes with its problems. Everything you know and find comfort in is ripped away, removed, and then replaced with something new and unfamiliar. Okay yes, that was a tad on the extreme side. I myself recently relocated to Bainbridge Island after having lived my whole life in a beach town called Pacifica right under San Francisco. When I moved here I had to deal with many challenges. Some of most difficult things I had to overcome this school year were stepping outside of my comfort zone and meet new people, being placed in a spanish class a little out of my league, and switching living conditions.

Almost everyone has tough weeks every once in a while. I believe that having a bad week will make me more motivated to accomplish my goal of becoming more physically active.