Personal Essay

Of all the forms of literature, the most interesting might be the fairytales, or the science fiction thriller about robots. However, there lacks the sense of truth, in a way blocking the reader from true connection with the story. Memoir is real, memoir is true, and memoir can range from any end of the ocean in structure and theme.

I have learned a great many things from playing soccer. It has changed my entire outlook on and attitude toward life. Before my freshman year at Cool high school, I was shy, had low self-esteem and turned away from seemingly impossible challenges. Soccer has altered all of these qualities. On the first day of freshman practice, the team warmed up with a game of soccer. The players were split up and the game began. However, during the game, I noticed that I didn't' t run as hard as I could, nor did I try to evade my defender and get open. The fact of the matter is that I really did not want to receive the ball. I didn't' t want to be the one at fault if the play didn't' t succeed. I did not want the responsibility of helping the team

The party in government is made up of ___________ and has direct impact on governmental policy; it is largely independent of ___________________.

She needed to see herself, to clean herself. But when the light illuminated her face, all she saw was blood. Coating her hair, her face, her dress- where sweat had once been, blood now dripped down her temples, down the bridge of her nose, over her lips. Her breath was caught in her throat as she clawed at her hair, her eyes darting around the bathroom for a towel, a rag, anything.

She flatlined. I stepped back from the table in agony. “No! No no.. No not her” I cried as my lip quivered. I started to massage the heart hoping for something, anything.

Essay topic: We are interested in learning more about you and the context in which you have grown up, formed your aspirations and accomplished your academic successes. Please describe the factors and challenges that have most shaped your personal life and aspirations. How have these factors caused you to grow?

“Go back to the depths of Hades whence you came, vile woman!” I scolded in a shaky voice. She let out a blood curdling screech that no mortal could imitate, which has still scarred me for years beyond one would imagine. I couldn't help but stare, as she was melting, being incapacitated right before my eyes. I still couldn’t figure out why she wanted to bring down this horror on me, of all people. She answered my question for me,

One cold sunny weekend in February of 2014 in Madison, MS the Saint Stanislaus boys just arrived to the hotel where they would stay for the night before the big game. All was good the night before we ate and later went to sleep. We all woke up around eight in the morning and had breakfast. We left for the fields around twelve because the game was at two in the evening.

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The rising sun was orient in the blue sky. Dewdrops sparkle in the morning sun. Someone patted me on the back. The man whipped out a knife. He was a fat clumsy and dirty looking man. His hair had been badly cut and the ends were uneven. The sight made me stop dead in my tracks. Fear stole into my heart. He cowed me with his threats. The smell of smoke clung to his clothes.On the one hand, he had pressed and held both my hands. On the other hand, he continually stroked my body. He just bear down on me with all his strength so I was unable to repel and move. The rough cloth pricked my skin.Then I just lost it and started screaming. "Stop it !" I bellowed at him. My word made no impression on him. No one was on the scene at the time. Why he did it? What was his intention in doing that? How could this happen to me? Why should it be me? After that, every step I took sent the pain shooting up my thighs. I could not breathe. As I straightened up, the ache in my back grew worse. I bore the pain without a word of complaint. I thought it would

objectives. An obstacle is that I do not have time and do not really know how to work on it and improve it. What supports the process of change is that I am motivated to work on my patience because I know that it is important to not look unprofessional. Nevertheless I could develop good problem-solving skills from several difficult situations. In eight year of customer service I have faced nearly every day a new problem and I became really good in fixing them. I lead a team with approx. 45 employees from different nations in Miami which was not easy for me because of the different cultures and behaviors and I was by far not perfect in that. It was a German company, in Miami with a French boss and most of the employees were Hispanic. Sometimes it was

I tried to get away but he lifted my out of the car and threw me over his back. No matter how much I squirmed and struggled, I knew he wouldn’t let go. I pushed against his chest as hard as I could with my tied hands but Dustin just smiled and laughed. I knew he didn’t want to hurt me, I could tell he honestly thought this was all a game but I was terrified. Dustin carried me all the way up the steps and into his bedroom, I couldn’t feel my hands anymore. I could only feel the edge of the rope piercing into my wrists. I was shaking as he set me down onto his bed. The room was a total mess. After glancing around the room, I looked up and met eyes with Dustin. His eyes were almost innocent, as if he didn’t understand what was going on. They were light green and wide like a child’s.  “Why are we here?” I asked as he sat on the bed beside me. “What are you going to do?”  “Let’s watch a movie.” He suggested and moved even closer. I cringed and tried to scoot away, but he wrapped his arm around his shoulder and crushed me against his body.    “Dustin I don’t want to watch a movie, I want to go home.” I mumbled. He only pulled me closer, if that was even possible, and kept insisting.  “Any movie you want, funny, scary, doesn’t matter. You pick.”  “Dustin no.” As I spoke he reached out and ran his fingers down the side of my face. I shuddered. The way he looked at me was too much, I felt so

“Get off of me!” he screams again. I let go but then a shooting pain goes through me and don't know where it is coming from. I'm getting dizzy and I can't stand anymore. It hurts so much. I have enough strength to look up and I see him looking down on me, with so much regret. Why? I want to shout, but can't. Please, it hurts. It's like everything is going by me and I can't do anything about it. I drop. Black boots are running away, leaving me here to wither away. Ella is probably listening to the Beatles, she does that when she is upset. I wonder what is this object in me, all I can remember is him standing there. Then it strikes me. The

The Self Every situation that an individual is exposed to throughout life, helps mold our “self.” As humans we have the ability to see ourselves from the outside, and all through life we try to see what others see and our “self” revolves around the generalized other. We observe how others perceive us and we make conclusions depending on our observations. How we act around others depends on the image we feel they have towards us.

The purpose of this essay is to demonstrate knowledge and understanding of both psychological and sociological factors that may impact on the patient/client and also relate to psychological and sociological theories and National Policies. The real name of the client has been changed to protect the patients confidentiality (Nursing and Midwifery Council 2008) NMC.