Personal Narrative: A Trip To Washington

The impact of saying good-bye and actually leaving did not hit me until the day of my departure. Its strength woke me an hour before my alarm clock would, as for the last time Missy, my golden retriever, greeted me with a big, sloppy lick. I hated it when she did that, but that day I welcomed her with open arms. I petted her with long, slow strokes, and her sad eyes gazed into mine. Her coat felt more silky than usual. Of course, I did not notice any of these qualities until that day, which made me all the more sad about leaving her.

Richard Nixon once stated “The American dream does not come to those who fall asleep”. If not for his words, I wouldn’t have realized the potential that lay within me. As of today I’ve achieved, in my own eyes, what’s come to be known as the American dream. During the past seven years, I’ve graduated from Washburn University, became a molecular biologist, and established a set of values that I live by.

As we were packing the last of our things into a U-Haul truck and saying goodbye to our friends, I suddenly got sad because I would be leaving what I knew. So as I took the last breath

This trip was unlike any other ones.Getting lost at such a big place, was a scary experience. This is a moment, that I will always remember that changed my outlook on people. No matter what, I learned to put the past behind me and be cautious of my surroundings. I guess that it just shows to make sure you know where everyone is at all times because you never know what can and will happen. From this experience, I learned to keep up with my group at all times and make sure I don’t get left behind even if I don’t like the people I’m working with. This time in my life reminds me to keep a watchful

Growing up in the Washington metro area, and in my family specifically, has left me with a special predisposition toward the opportunity of consulting with Hilltop. Growing up, I used to question my father on his issue of the week or newest clients whenever he returned home. As a result, I was instilled with a desire to experience that same diversity of problem-solving challenges. On top of that, my family, despite being lucky enough to live in the suburbs around DC, regularly noticed the struggle of the cyclically impoverished. Whether it was on the way to a Nats game, or around my high school in the heart of DC, there are people all over DC who need help.

Through her experience of starting off as a literature major, interning at a public radio station, and then on Capitol Hill after someone in one of her classes suggested it, Ms. Karen discovered that these were an interest to her and she ended up realizing what she wanted to do. In Capitol Hill, there is a lot of communication and she was exposed to a lot of different people and issues. She was also interested in causes and helping people. This taught me to take everything in my life as something that is potentially valuable. That I’ll never know what opportunities will come to me if I don’t open myself up to new experiences. I’m going to try to join another club next year if my schedule permits, or I might become a less active member

Growing up in Ghana, I had heard a lot of things about the U.S. This was a country I had always wanted to visit; my prayer was answered when I got the opportunity to travel there. Arriving in a new environment came with many experiences. Adjusting with food, language and the weather was not easy. With the passage of time, however I have been able to0 adjust and fit it. This write-up therefore is to elaborate on my experiences since coming to U.S.

The American dream is something that everyone should believe in, I know I do. Throughout my whole entire life I have wanted to be successful. I believe in myself and know that I can accomplish anything I put my mind to. The American dream says that everyone should be treated equal. Unfortunately, this is not the case. Everyone is judged for their height, weight, race, age, likes, dislikes, etc. In the world today you must conform to the social norm to be considered “cool.” Part of me wants to feel that way and the other part of me just wants to be original and do whatever I want. When I was a little girl I used to perform in musical theater. I loved it so much it made me the happiest I have probably ever been in my entire life. Did everybody

Studying in a foreign country is an interesting experience of an individual lifetime. One tends to learn a number of things relating to ways of life in a foreign land. Social, political and economic values and aspects are usually different from one region to another. Therefore, through studying abroad one is able to learn different issues about another society such as gender and sexuality issues, social class and race/ethnicity issues. Having come from a developing country studying in the U.S.A has been a great experience personally. This paper will attempt to provide a reflection of my personal experience on studying in the U.S by comparing the history of Angola and the U.S.

I didn’t want to have to leave my friends in Nashville and be forced to make new ones in Atlanta. I didn’t want to get used to another new house or another city. I just wanted to stay in the only place I could call home. As the day of my departure approached, I thought of running away, so I wouldn’t have to move and my dad could keep his job in Atlanta. Thankfully, I never went through with it. When the day finally arrived, I was everything but ready. My mom had picked my brother up from school early to help move boxes out of the house and into our car while the movers haled broken down beds, and other pieces of furniture into their industrial moving trucks. Once everything was packed into trucks, paper work was finished and dogs were loaded in the car, we began the long 4-hour trip to Atlanta as dusk made its way to the sky. The trip itself was a calm one, we managed to avoid any major accidents on the highway, and we were traveling around 8 o’clock so the traffic had died down. As we drove I couldn’t help but think back to the friends I left and what was to come

After a week and half of being in the hospital I found out that I was going home. My feelings were so conflicted at this point. I really didn’t want to go home and deal with my family and all the changes that awaited me there. I also didn’t want to leave all the new friends that I had made behind either. On our last day we’re supposed to write a little paper about what we had learned during our stay and we’re allowed to leave a piece of advice with the group. The night before my last day I thought about what I had learned. Every person that I had encountered there had left something with me. Chris with his struggle to find his identity after being adopted; Tyler dealing with his mother’s absence in his life; Kayla who dealt with the fact that her father tried to kill her mother. All the kids that I met showed me that life was hard and that sometimes it is really hard to try and keep up, but it was possible to overcome all the awful things and come out on the other side

Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

The light to put our seatbelts on glowed as the captain spoke to us and flight attendants acted out safety instructions. At take-off my stomach was filled with butterflies, but I wasn't scared. My body was pushed into the seat but I pretended I was the captain of a fighter jet. When we were stable I discovered that flying wasn't that bad. And the ocean looked beautiful out the windows! I put on my CD player until the played the in-flight movie, Planet of the Apes. I didn't like it so I kept listening to my CD player all the way through dinner. I fell asleep but the sound of the captains voice woke me. He was telling us there was an hour left of the flight. Flight attendants asked us to stow away our bags and prepare for landing. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach again as I anticipated the landing. I felt the plane lose

As the end of the night approached us, I couldn’t stop thinking about how many mixed emotions I had about starting a whole new chapter in my life. I couldn't wait to go to college, meet all new people, get a degree so that I could start my career path, but I knew that meant I had to say goodbye to my two best friends, who were moving several hours away from me. This was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do in my life. We all cried a little, and then made promises to keep in touch, and then we were off into the real world! I was very happy to be at this point in my life, but I was scared deep down inside.

As I walked through the empty house, and not a noise was heard. Lillian was down for her afternoon nap, and I was missing Christian more than ever today. He was been gone for more than three years, and he is currently stationed in Afghanistan. Christian is more than just my husband, he is my best friend, my high school sweetheart, and even my back bone to life. After each telephone call, Skype date, or a letter I realize each time I hang up it might the last time. Lillian