Personal Narrative: Week 1 Assignment

Throughout my childhood I could never say I had the most exciting life, even now I can still say that about my daily routine. Although my family put effort into nurturing me into a well-rounded member of society since youth, I never felt any change or progress personally; it was more as if I simply adapted to whatever expectations my elders had of me. I know this feeling did not apply to me only, in fact, I was once in a classroom full of fifty-two people who accommodated to whatever came their way.

Today we are leaving Concord New hampshire. We are very upset because we loved our visit. We were packing up to leave. We walked down to go eat some breakfast. I got toast. After breakfast we went up stairs to get are stuff to leave. When we hopped in the car we looked out the window of the car.

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

Delano then pulled a gun from his ankle holster and places it on the table top. --

It has been a while since we last spoke in Boston. I hope all is well in America. I have just about had enough of China and am excited on coming home in a few weeks.

My friend ,Kendrick, is diligent and self-sufficent.He gives his best effort at everything that he does.One time Kendrick and I were at school walking to the cafeteria to have lunch. Before we opened the door to enter ,we was stopped by Mr.Douglas. Mr.Douglas was Kendrick's R.O.T.C instructor who had a high rank as sergeant major. He stopped us to talk to Kendrick about some important R.O.T.C business.

It was my first time going geese hunting with a shotgun. I was really nervous to going because my uncle and my grandpa are really good at it. They go every weekend and more than half of the time they get their lemont. Also I was very excited to go just growing up going and always watching them going hunting with guns and i always watched. I was getting tired of it. I thought it was time for me to have a gun and on more messing around as much

The photo album was an old one, and she turned the pages slowly, brooding over each one, trying to understand the girl she had been. Here she was, half turned away from the camera holding on to the brim of her hat, as if she thought the wind might snatch away. And here, walking hand in hand in with Alex in Brighton. Then, Alex and her in a restaurant, with a couple she didn’t recognise, and a series of snaps taken in Paris, during a weekend at the start of their relationship. In all the photographs, Alex was dominant, as if he had gathered all the light; she was a dim presence beside him. He looked straight at the camera, while she looked to the side, as if something in her peripheral vision had caught her attention. Her younger self embarrassed her. There was no record of later on in her relationship with Alex. If there had been, they would have shown the subtle shift in her character; living with Alex, hanging out with him and

My interviewee is a mother of twins who came from Vietnam. Her name is Tran Huang, who was originally born in Qui Nhon, Vietnam in 1976, then her family moved to the capital of Vietnam, Saigon, in 1978. On June 1986, my mother left Vietnam and emigrated to the United States in September of 1986. During my mother’s time in Vietnam, the Vietnam War had ended but the social hierarchy was collapsed and it had left the country in a state of caution. My mother was thirteen years old when she arrived in America. I chose my mother to be interviewed because she had risked her life escaping Vietnam during a time when there was a lot of turmoil in Southeast Asia. If she had not crossed the Pacific and enter into America, I would not be here today and

A little over two years ago, I finally saved up enough money from working part-time to afford a new computer. Before that, I had the computer my parents got me for my 16th birthday, which was around 3 years old then. The computer they got me wasn’t the best, but of course it was better than nothing and got the job done. I’m definitely very appreciative of that. Now, the computer I got myself I didn’t personally build, but I used a website called CyberpowerPC to choose all of the hardware and pre-installed software myself. I was still fairly new to that sort of thing then, so I had to use Google a lot to research all of the different hardware options: what they meant, what the differences were, and so on. The parts I chose

The interesting part about this fellowship is that it allows new opportunities to learn. Because of the process of learning, exploration of discernment is employed that allows for each group to wrestle with what God may be calling us toward. The chance to enter into dialogue with other congregations strengthens the overall mission because it permits others to provide an objective and fresh perspective that might have otherwise been overlooked. I believe that an experience like this would give me more opportunities to meet other Lutheran congregations as well as them the opportunity to meet me. This is by no means a statement of arrogance, but I believe that I represent a people group that has been foreign to the SC Synod and it allows me

My experience with literature begin in kindergarten when reading the Magic Treehouse books. These books were the first in my life that I would actually read willingly cover to cover. Before I would begin to read a book just to quit after I deemed it boring or dull, but these books were different I actually liked them. This would continue until the 3rd grade where I would read different books like don’t you know there’s a war going on, it was a World War II book that was centered on an elementary kid like myself. After that, I read historical fiction consistently mainly involving wars Civil War, WWI, WWII, Vietnam, etc. I also felt like if I had to read for an any assignment it was forced and I would skim or do little actually

I became interested in English literature and writing when I took two Advanced Placement English classes in high school. Subsequently as an undergraduate student I have taken a variety of English courses that have challenged the conventional approaches I used to explicate and understand texts. Initially I struggled with writing assignments because I had been programmed since high school to follow a formulaic method of writing. It was through Professor Emma’s Stapely’s course on American Literature that I first learned that there are multiple approaches one can take in order to make sense of a text, such as through attention to visual economy. I also learned that when interpreting a text one is not restricted to a single understanding, but that

Dogs look up to humans while cats look down them, yet horses see us eye to eye. Horses are a powerful engine, a rowdy two-year old, a skittish deer, a moody tenager, and an animal that reflects your own personality, all in one graceful figure. When riding a horse, I am not controlling it, I am connecting with it. This challenge was one that long since intimidated me, but this Something New Project prompted me to accept it. In March, I began weekly lessons that varied anywhere from one to two hours. Furthermore, I practiced riding without instructions for an extra two to three hours a week.

My first semester attending the University of Texas at San Antonio (UTSA) was a real rollercoaster. It was short, quick, and had a ton of unexpected twists and turns. Even now, as I look back on my first semester I can't believe that in such a short amount of time I had experienced such a hard, but otherwise incredible journey.