Personal Narrative: What Do You Know?

I started drawing when I was 16. I was cursing 10th grade, or how is called in my country, Dominican Republic “Segundo de Bachillerato”. It was recess. I was alone in my classroom that day, besides two or three people who were just killing time there, and I didn’t had much to do with my time. I was at the last book of a series of books which names I can’t remember and If I recall correctly the last book was very boring for some reason so I didn’t wanted to read it anymore. So, looking for something to do, I stood from my seat and walked boringly down the aisle of chairs and that was, not my first interaction with art, but the first time I remember i liked art or paid attention to it. Yerkis, a guy of my class: short, chubby and well mannered

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.

Honorable, industrious, frank, and conforming are the four principles that I have been adhering to ever since my first moral lesson twelve years in ethics school. But human is a social animal—in the wide ocean of socialization, we are forced to face different situations that may require individualized solutions, with the four principles being broken at times.

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.

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,

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

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.

My career was finally looking up, I was working as a senior accountant with multiple multi-million accounts, full-cycle, I finally finished my Bachelor’s degree. I even purchased my first home and bought a new car! Then, it happened, I found out I was going to be a mom. I was excited, and terrified at the same time, I even took parenting classes! I had no idea how to do the formula thing and diapers? Yeah… ok.

In American Culture its commonplace for someone to promise they “won’t tell a soul”,after hearing another person’s secret. This phrase is often uttered when the secret is negative. In cases of child abuse these words may not be uttered, but the child is left with the understanding that the incident isn’t to be discussed. The abuser may threaten to do further harm to the victim, if they tell anyone about what happened. In other instances the child may not want anyone else to know because they feel ashamed about the abuse; guilt, and betrayal are also common emotions experienced by victims of abuse. I know because over the past twenty-six years, I’ve experienced all of them. Although, my need to experience the unconditional

I think that the hardest challenges for me are self doubts, which the leads me to a state of anxiety. When I am faced with multiple projects or a larger-than-normal load of homework, I feel attacked and start to think negatively about my ability to be a good student and become better at the subjects that I have trouble with. In order to overcome these challenges, I usually remind myself that i need to work as hard as I can to make my parents proud and fulfill my dream of someday becoming a Biomedical engineer. If I am selected to be an Apprentice, i know that the extra help regarding college and scholarships and other related topics will help me immensely to learn more about how I am going to set myself up for the future. This program could

As a tall five feet eight inch girl with thick, brown, curly hair as a mane, glimmering blue eyes, and a somewhat tan complexion, I constantly have people questioning my race. I have been profiled as many different ethnicities. Instead of getting "hey what's your name?" or "how has your day been?", I get "what are you mixed with?" Is respect a thing anymore?

I think that if I stay truthful my life will be better than what it is now. If I do the right things then I can prove myself that I am dependable, responible, loyal, ect. If I do the wrong things then I will not get to do some of the things that I want to do. So I must stay truthful to myself and to others, because then I will show that I can do more things than what I am doing now. So the examples of bad is that when I was in fifth grade I cussed and I lied about that and I knew that I was in bigger trouble, than if I told the truth. When I told the truth no one got mad, they just say don’t do it again or learn from this mistake. An example was that I didn’t water the animals, or feed them properly, but I told my parents the truth and they just said next time do it

Integrity: I will not allow negative influences to divert me from living a pure clean life