Personal Narrative Essay

Everything has something they’re good at. Me, well, I’m particularly good at running away. I dropped everything to be here. I had structure before. I had built myself a nest of all the essentials: part time decent paying job, somewhat prestigious state university, long term relationship with my slightly less stable version of a high school sweetheart, and a small but cozy apartment to lay my head at night. It was dull. Unforgivably ordinary. Eventually boredom became depression, and depression became

I am a juggler. For as long as I’ve juggled, I’ve dreamt of competing at the International Jugglers Association (IJA) stage. Where others saw engineering, math, and science, I saw that stage. My fascination with juggling and the way people worked with their props and music brought me to Quebec City in 2015 as a part of our 16 person Ultimate Club. Here I was, participating in the IJA Teams Stage Championships. For practice in Quebec, we were stuck in a small room in an old church to practice, I remained

What’s My Why… I’m sitting here struggling to find my words and where to start. I am twenty five and I live in Colorado with my husband and two dogs. I will be heading into my second year of marriage next February. We never were able to have a wedding ceremony or a honeymoon. My husband just got out of the military this year. I don’t have a college degree. I have always struggled finding a something I am truly passionate about. I have tried school and so many different jobs, but never found or

Growing up an athlete I had always been in above average shape. I was a healthy weight with toned muscles but, like most teenagers, I was eating garbage. I loved cheeseburgers and ice-cream and everything in between. For years I was telling myself this diet was ok due to the fact that I worked out. It wasn't until my sophomore year when I stated wondering how great I could be if I ate correctly. I decided to get a food tracker app and count calories. I was going to stick to a strict eating plan making

I have had many forces and experiences that have shaped me. They have not only shape who I have become, but who I am going to become. Throughout my life I have made a bunch of dumb decisions, mistakes, or things that just happen to me. Everything, in one way or another will take part in what happens in our lives. Whether I’m playing baseball, riding dirt bikes, or just messing around at home, it will all play into who we will become. When I was around eight years old I was out playing baseball with

I enjoy plans, making them, sticking to them and most of all making other people adhere to my specification. Among my many faults, I have the inability to as my friends would say, go with the flow of things or live in the moment. Last winter, just after the Christmas holiday, I along with my family meaning my parents and my sisters, took an exceptionally well organized trip put together by yours truly. Denver, it was an extremely enjoyable trip. We went skiing, sledding and tubing. And finally,

I Believe in Determination. Realistically, not many people willingly want to get out of bed -I know I don't. But that's something we all have to do. Pushing your limits is hard, everyone knows that, but trudging that extra hill, or running that next mile is an amazing accomplishment, we all want. Without society, or our colleagues, we never know what to accomplish, how to accomplish or why, but I say we need to stop comparing ourselfs, and stop bringing home the bacon for someone else, but to succeed

I have realized that there is much more precious to life than wealth, status, property, and materialistic things. For me, the American Dream is not just having the strongest economic standing, wealth, or fame, but attaining happiness through everything and moment in my life and making a difference. My American dream is being able to graduate from high school and attend college because I would like to have the opportunity to directly help those who are less fortunate than me and make them happier

Speaking of late 1980, Iran had just hard time, it was right after war with Iraq. struggling with economic problems, there had not been many options when it came to have fun especially for children. As far as I can remember, as a kid my first source of getting knowledge were books, as well as magazines for children. When I was at primary school video cassette were popular. This is the way I became familiar with western music and western movies. Another great hobby of mine was listening to my parents’

Most of my family had the privilege to go on this medical mission trip to provide for vision and eye care. We accepted the offer gladly. Serving in Peru meant us giving up comforts we have at home to help the people and it required personal sacrifice of common luxuries that we have at home. I learned there that I have for which I am thankful. We served over 2,000 people in the time we were there! Over 100 sight restoring eye surgeries were done. As I stepped off the bus into the multitude