Personal Narrative: What Makes Life

Every paper, no matter how well written needs to be revised and edited as time goes on. In some ways, life is similar. We all go through changes that influence us and shape the direction we are headed. Some of these changes come from our own prerogative while others are inspired by friends and family members. I know that my worldview has gone through this revision process. Even looking back to freshman year I had many of the same ideals, same focuses on values and hard work, but over time they have come to manifest themselves in different ways. For instance, I am much more willing to share my beliefs and opinions on controversial issues. This developed as I came to realize my ideas are worth arguing for and I gained a knowledge of

During my visit to my EDHE 105 teacher’s office, she encouraged me to attend two meetings for two organizations on campus. One was Alpha Epsilon Delta (AED), a health profession based honors society, and the other was the American Medical Student Association (AMSA), a student lead, pre-medical organization aimed towards helping better prepare students for medical school. I was unfortunately busy during the time of the AED meeting and could not attend, but I was free during the AMSA meeting and decided to see what it was like. At first, I was skeptical about going to the meeting, because I knew that I would not know anyone else there. I was even more nervous about it when I saw how many people actually showed up, knowing that I still did not know anyone.

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.

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.

I quickly swallowed my homemade authentic Indian food leftovers and gulped down my chocolate milk. Looking down at my watch that read 11:28am, I knew that I only had two minutes until my most favorite part of the day: recess. This particular day in 5th grade, I had run a lap around the playground before getting the rest of recess to myself. As I started walking for my warmup, another student ran up and said, “My parents said that your people caused 9/11.” Completely caught off guard, I held back the tears in my eyes and tried to shake off his comment. I had never encountered something like this.

Reflect on a time when you challenged a belief or idea. What prompted you to act? Would you make the same decision again?

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.

I’ve made friends and contacts with other students much like myself. At first, I was terrified of participating in such a large event filled with unknown faces. Being one of the two freshman invited to the event, I felt out of place. However, the people who sat near me helped me open up and as a result, I now have a sense of confidence I didn’t originally have before. Guest speakers such as Jack Andraka, Shree Bose and Nobel Prize winner Richard Roberts gave insight on the world of science and about their journey to where they are now. Thanks to their words of guidance, I was able to find a sense of ground on my future. The advice of the speakers and friends i made gave me the motivation I needed. Overall, the experience left me as an improved person and prepared for my future better than anything else I’ve

The morning I went to the college, I was very cold and sick, but with all the contagious energy the student tour guides had, the coldness faded. I got to meet people from all backgrounds, participate in activities, and build new friendships. I experienced the feeling of unity within the event and through athletes' support of one another, college students tutoring each other, and greeting almost every person on campus.

When I start to write a story, I try to reach into a particular topic, scene, or emotion and delve deeper to expand my understanding and its meaning in the human experience. I write not only to make sense of the world, but also to make sense of how others interpret what is written to their reality. I was drawn to creating stories when I was placed in an unfamiliar environment in the Solomon Islands. I made sense of and learned about my surroundings through crafting sentences; going from stressed and racy to calm and in control. Upon my return to America, I searched for ways to learn more about the craft, which I found through fiction workshops at Columbia University during my post-bac program and in my hometown of Austin, Texas. My interest

The year is 2015. The world is 4.6 billion years old, and humans have been around for 200,000 years (Dalrymple). It has taken this long for the acceptance of L.G.B.T. people to be a common belief. When a baby is first formed, their DNA is unique compared to anybody else in this earth; therefore, humans know each person is different. Yet, we find it acceptable to discriminate a human based on the spouse they go home to at the end of the night. For centuries, people have had to experience the things they love the most being taken away from them. When a person loses something they love, the only joy left to experience is from memories. But, what if our society controlled that too? We would become human robots. Not capable of emotion, sympathy, or anything really. That’s why if I had to choose one thing to fight for I’d choose love.

We arrived at my house where Dr. Mike slept with me. Compensating for so much annoyance, we spent a lovely and vibrant late night in which he hugged me tight like a willful snake trying to get back at something. He was jealous because I had enjoyed myself dancing to the beat of African music and doing it the French way. However, whenever the English lord got drunk, he satisfied my needs, giving me pleasure like a sexual slave. On a whim, I went along with each touch of his hands on my body because I wanted to take refuge from the evils that made up my mind in those days of terror. At a certain point, from a kiss to another, I wondered how many women had already heard the erotic words that he whispered in my ears. In fact, I had run away from

Why haven’t I thought of this beforehand? If humans don’t have don’t have enough time in the world, why do they spend it doing the same thing everyday? If their time is limited on this world, why not go and do something different with it? I can’t speak for myself though, since that’s literally what my neighbors and I do each cycle. But that’s all we really can do, and that’s all  we know. I often wonder what it’s like to be a human. They have so much more freedom than we do, yet it seems like they aren’t happy with their lives regardless of all that freedom. Us plants flourish and grow as a community, then die when it becomes colder near the end of our cycle, but we always come back regardless.

She explained me how it works and told me that I should do it, that it was going to be a good experience. After a couple hours of talking about it, I decided I was going to attend. So I went though all the process of registration, and “preparation” ⎯that was just a time to talk with my friends⎯. The time passed, I had only one week left to do my position paper and my speech. It was just a few days away from my first diplomatic experience and I had no clue of what I was going to