Atayef-Personal Narrative Analysis

On the about last week of March, I, Sgt. A. Walton confiscated an unauthorized Casio G-Shock Gray/Black/Light Blue in color watch that was sent to Nottaway Correctional Center by Offender C. Barker #1421016 family member.

Jerry wakes up in a dissociative state still hungover from the previous night’s drug binge, nullifying the pain with a fluffy, symmetrical line of Peruvian cocaine and a tightly packed bowl of luminescent green, trichome plastered cannabis nug sourced from California out of his Illadelph bong; naturally, Jerry was quite the aficionado in recreational drug use and progressive dependency. As dopamine floods his prefrontal cortex he’s invigorated with a renewed sense of grandiosity; he looks in the mirror, his eyes are sunken in, the pallor of his complexion is ghostly, an apparition of a once revered public figure. He averts his eyes to his many awards and commendations for a brief moment, before the cannabis takes effect. He brushes

I hope I will not make you feel uncomfortable what I am about to write you in this message. But I been have these naughty sexual fantasy about you and I know you don't want to read about it, but here's it goes. The telephone rings ten minutes after midnight and you were on the other end of the phone, start to flirt on the phone. Saying you can't sleep come over so we could talk about our togetherness, I say okay I will walk to your home. So I walk to this apartment complex where you stayed, ring the door ring, you open the door grab me pull me in your apartment complex, and start kissing as you shut the door as you have me against the door. I say I thought you wanna talk, you say I just said that to get you here, after moments later we was

For many, their formative years have a large influence on who they become as adults. This can happen in many different ways including new experiences, discovering a new sport or hobby, and uncovering what they are passionate about. For me, this was falling in love with a new language from a very young age and becoming very interested in the culture that was associated with it.

Kevin and I stepped into a whole new world in the fall of 2009. We began our degree program at Emmanuel School of Religion, which is now called Emmanuel Christian Seminary. We were working on our Masters of Arts and Religion. I was excited and nervous about going back to college. Our first day was terrifying. Kevin and I attended orientation the week prior to classes starting. There was a definite realization this academic program was going to be a challenge. However, I wanted a challenge. On the first day of class, we started with Greek. Our professor was Dr. Marwede. He opened the class with a test. He came over to my chair first and handed me a paper with a list of Greek words on it. My immediate reaction was shock, which Dr. Marwede realized I was overwhelmed by the look on my face. He told the class we could take it home as homework. Many of the students in the Greek class had previous experience with Greek; however, Kevin and I had no knowledge at all. We were overwhelmed. We were assigned five chapters and told to return the next day for a quiz with our homework.

Imagine of being born and grew-up without having communication in your country. Back in my childhood life, I created a massive of problems with my parents, teachers, and even friends which made me felt lachrymose. Could not understand why my parents and teachers were outraged that I can feel being discriminated, abused, and humiliated. Not learning to speak and understand English until I became six. However, I spoke a couple of languages, Vietnamese and Chinese though. As a child, the time when I lived with my grandma for a while, she first taught how to speak Chinese. And when I move to live with my mom, she starts lecturing me on speaking Vietnamese. As I began proceeding to Preschool, these two languages stuck between my head. Still,

At the end of my Junior year, I watched all of my older friends work on scholarships and prepare for graduation. Everyone seemed to know what they wanted to go to school for, and what they wanted to do after they graduated. While watching them, I began to reflect on the past school year, thinking back to the first week of school sitting in the locker room talking to to my friends about how we are ready to be seniors and figure out what we want to do with our lives. But, listening to all the seniors talking about their majors and schools, I began to feel nauseous. I had no clue what I wanted to do after high school. Was I supposed to have that figured out already? I then began to have questions thrown at me left and right throughout the summer.

Growing up, my parents and I always took the time to read stories together. Before bed, before school, while playing with dolls in the bathtub. Fiction and nonfiction stories alike taught me about both the physical, literal world around me, and the world I could create in my own mind when I needed to find comfort. It was through the works of fiction, however, that I learned despite the hardships of life, I could disappear into a world I could mold however I pleased.

Last summer was my most memorable summer so far. It was full of injuries, trips, and lots of my friends. I first took a dive straight off my horse, second I went zip lining on Mackinac Island in Michigan. After that I competed in my county fair. Next, summer will have a hard time taking the place of the summer of 2015.

Mike and his wife Barb were happy to see me again. When I pulled into their driveway they were waiting outside his shop. Mike and I had made arrangements for me to purchase another ATV from him. This time I arrived to look at a 1984 Honda ATC250ex that he had restored. Mike is a shade tree mechanic who repairs old vehicles and ATVs and then flips them for a small profit. Entering his shop presents one with at least a dozen quads and dirt bikes all in a different stage of restoration. The youngest model in restoration is at least 25 years old. While most of the ATVs were in non-running condition, they weren’t treated like discarded trash. Each of Mike’s ATVs was positioned with disassembled parts sorted nearby as if every project had its own

“I can’t feel my feet, guys” is what I said to my friends when I first discovered something was wrong. We laughed and made jokes as they would kick my feet and say “can you feel this? can you feel this?” Day after day I would tell myself not to worry and that this feeling in my feet would diminish over time. It only took 2 days for the numbness in my feet to disperse to the entire right side of my body. As soon as this feeling had reached my ears I decided it was time to speak up. I told my father what I was feeling and both unconcerned, we had come to the conclusion that it was simply growing pains and that we would keep an eye on it. I felt a sigh of relief as I continued on doing my everyday routine. I thought the feeling in my body would go away but every day the feeling became more severe. I woke up one morning in the middle of the night in excruciating pain and a headache that I had never experienced before. I ran to my parents bedroom in tears. It was only then that we knew something wasn’t right.

I was once a very closed off person, unsure of how others may react to my loud and somewhat aggressive personality. I was wary of the possibly negative reactions I would receive, so I lived a rather quiet existence, closing myself off from the outside world. As I grew older I became unsettled with my reclusiveness, so I did what any sensible person would do, I traveled a 1,000 miles away from home to a place I have never been to with a bunch of people I had never met.

As I sit in the chair of my high school classroom I often feel remorseful of some decision I made as a young girl. these decision would affect me later on in life, and lessons would be learned from my mistakes.

I was just an ordinary teenager, now finally finishing out my freshman year of high school when I got this terrible “invisible injury”. My friend and I were running around on the last day of gym for the school year when out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark shadow quickly approaching my head. My whole body jolted as I tried to comprehend what had just happened, my head spun. Little did I know that my life would be transformed those quick seconds due to the chaos that was gym basketball. The summer going into sophomore year was anything but ordinary, majority of it consisting of me sitting in dark rooms playing with children's toys such as legos and play-doh, or wearing sunglasses everywhere, even inside stores at the mall. It was as

I’ve been looking forward to summer since the first day of school started. Throughout the whole 7th grade school year i’ve been wondering what my family are going to do during the summer. I was happy when school was almost over, but then I got the news. I have summer school, and it was because I have two D’s. Plus the principal told me it was summer school or getting held back and flunking 7th grade. When i got home to tell my mom she said that's sad because my cousins are planning to go to Six Flags Magic Mountain during a weekday during the summer. I had to tell them I can't go and they said ok.