Personal Narrative: What I Learned To Break Back At College

During my two last years of high school, i've been in contact with a lot of colleges and universities. Many of which don’t get my attention. Throughout my whole high school years, there was only one college that i wanted to go to, Liberty University. I have heard so many wonderful things about Liberty and what i loved the most was that it was a christian school. Liberty had the number one thing that i am looking for in a college, that is a christian school, but many of my other things that i look for in a college where just not there. I used to live in Florida approximately 11 years ago and let me tell you, it's hard not to miss the sunshine state. Liberty is in Virginia, a state where it doesn't feel like home. When i received a brochure

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2014 Fall Semester in the begining was going pretty good i was excited to began school , adapting to the new college life, and interacting with friends and new people. I was attending all my classes on time , studying , and completing the required assigments that needed to be done. I also was working a full-time at Gensis Logistics it wasnt easy trying to manage my schedule , but i tried to make it work the best i could. MTE 1 , 3 , and SDV was a breeze to me I was completing my assigments , studying , and understanding the information that was given to me. Now on the otherhand ENG wasn't hard for me i just didnt understand the content that was teached by the teacher. English was always the strongest subject for me so i couldnt understand why it was such a problem in college , maybe it was the teacher and her teaching methods. I never understood any information that was given it seemed to me like our class was always off topic one class period we would talk english, and then another class period we would talk about something else besides english. Then she assigned papers and assigments that was unfamilar to me it seem like everytime she assigned the class papers

It was February 12, 2006 when our feet touched the “land of the free”. Like many others living in a third world country my parents wanted a better life for their family and through a D.V lottery they finally had the chance to pursue what many would describe as the “American dream”. We stayed with my aunt and uncle. I was excited that we were starting a new life in a different country but little did I know that these several months would be the most challenging and difficult time for my entire family. my mother finally gets a job as a housekeeper, I was too young to understand then but looking back now I realize how demoralizing that would’ve felt for her considering she had such a respectable job back home. My father was always the type of person to keep his

When I was first notified that I had to attend the Summer Transition Program, I was upset. I thought that it was a complete waste of my summer. Now, I don’t want to imagine what would have happen to me if I wasn’t part of the program. Deep down  I was afraid of moving all the way to Virginia. I knew no one and was all alone. Thanks to the Transition Program,  I made life long friendships and acquaintances, got acclimated to living in virginia and have some of the best experience of my life.

After my father graduated from college, He moved around to look for more opportunities to further his education. Later on; he married my mother, and they decided to move to Yemen from Somalia. The decision was mostly made because they witnessed their family and friends being killed and tortured during the Somalian civil war. In Yemen, my father taught in an elementary school and he loved his job. However, one day all of our lives changed dramatically. One day my father was taking his usual route through the mountains to get to work, and suddenly he lost balance over a rock and fell downhill. The freak accident left him paralyzed for life because he went through a seizure that caused paraplegia. Since he was the sole provider for our family,

The day was cold and rainy, and usually, days like these entails bad news. My dad came home with a grim look on his face and he said, “I lost my job”. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. The words struck me like a bullet and I immediately ran upstairs and cried. It was the year 2008, the time where the economic recession was occurring. Countless of people lost their jobs. At the time, my family and I were living in West Chicago, Illinois and I was very upset because I knew that my life was about to be turned upside down. We never imagined the economic decline would affect us, maybe we were in denial, maybe we should have expected the worst but nevertheless, it was shocking. Since after my dad got laid off from his job, we had no

Nestled on the cobblestone floor, limbs ached and finger-tips tingled, I moved not. The warmth from a near vent felt pleasant. It eased the aching bones.

Growing up my papaw didn’t really have much. He was the third of five children and he and his two brothers all had to sleep in the same bed when they were little. My papaws dad was a coal miner like him and worked all the time, and his mom worked at the DHHR office. Back then they really didn’t get paid much and what they did get paid the money went to either paying bills or buying food for their family to eat. When my papaw was nineteen years old he went into the coal mines to help his family. At the age of twenty my papaw met my nana and they got married a year later. Then he and my nana had my mom and my aunt and for the next nineteen year my papaws life was normal all except for working all the time. Until one day he went to work and he was in a life threating accident. He was working with a

I was fascinated by the topic of relearning. It was very interesting to me how I can relearn something quicker than I can learn something new. For example, I learned to crochet as a child. As years (more like decades) went by, I forgot how to crochet, hold the needle, or get the yarn started. One day I decided to teach myself how to again. I tried for three hours to learn. After I looked at one video of how to get a hook onto the yarn, I quickly picked it up. The day after I relearned to crochet, I was doing advanced patterns. I found it strange why I was learning so quickly because I had never done these patterns as a kid. When I read this section in the textbook, I thought that it could be because as a kid I had practiced and practiced all

In life we are all bound to make mistakes given that nobody is perfect. We are all human and we all make mistakes and failures. I have made many failures in my life; some strong and some extreme, however one failure that recently affected me was failng my drivers test. Now of course, failures are subjective and how much it should affect you is to each of ts own, but me failing mine deeply affected me. I was sad for so many day and nearly cried afterwards, but I decided to keep my head up. I’m a prefectionist and everyone was looking forard to me passing my first time, but unfortunatley I did not. It took me a while to move on, but I did lern from it. What I learned from my failure is that I should neever give up, I should continue to practing,

A massive, dangerous opportunity that I followed, was coming to the United States during a time where I had to focus on studying subjects that I stand used to its curriculum and take the Scholastic Aptitude Test in a language that I remain familiar with. However, I persuaded my mother on the decision of coming here to America. Although she highly hesitated about it, she as quite wanted to support me to earn the conventional education possible.

I have been lifting for 17 years , cycled on and off for about 11 years, I have hit 250+ lbs with under 11 % body fat. The issue with that is regardless of how lean I get , my face looks fat.  So a few years back I decided that getting around 210 lbs and under 10 % bf was my goal. I adjusted how I lifted , what compounds I used, and many other things. I  realized I am just naturally able to get huge, and decently powerful, but my body ( wear and tear ) would prefer a smaller me . Now I am fighting my genetics with everything I have, and after a few years I am now realizing how hard that really is. To some it is nearly impossible.

I've struggled with acne for half my life at this point. It's definitely come with its emotional turmoil and made it so much harder as a teen learning to love herself. It was never just one zit on my forehead and a couple on my cheek, oh no it was everywhere even on my ears. However, as a teen this problem was so much different because it's something that is pretty much expected, but as an adult it's so much different. Breaking out makes me stressed and the more I stress out the more I break

I attended the volleyball game on September 16 at 11am with a friend I met in my Intro to Sociology class. Since it was a Friday and we had free time after our class, we decided to hang out and later on agreed to attend the game since neither one of us has gone to an a volleyball game here on campus. I liked the game because it was really entertaining to watch since the whole game they were back to back on almost winning the game. On this event I realized that even though I'm a commuter I need to be more involved with my school and their events.