Personal Narrative Analysis

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

Picture this. The first rays of sunlight pierce the sky; smears of red and orange chasing away the darkness as its queen retreats behind the horizon. Dew shimmers across the fields of grass and clings to the branches of the trees. An elk’s call fills the early morning silence, answered by the bay of wolves. Their hunt is short; within moments the wolves have killed the weakest out of the herd of elk. They proceed to fill their bellies and chew the marrow from the bones before heading back to their den. Elsewhere, a similar scene starts the day. Only this elk’s call is met with the loud report of a rifle; the echo bounces off the crags of the Rockies. Having successfully made a kill, the hunter and his guide move in to snap pictures

When I made the decision to go to school to obtain my LPN, I was twenty-four years old. I was married with a 3 year old child and worked full time as a Certified Nursing Assistant with Hospice. My husband worked in the union but due to plants closing down in our area, he was laid off, and I was the main financial support for my family. I knew things were not going to be easy but I was determined to be successful, not only for me but for my family. I began the process of enrolling in November 2009 and was all set to begin school in April of 2010. I was beyond excited for this journey to begin. I had a wonderful support system, not only at home but with my co-workers as well and I knew nothing was standing in my way. Fast forward to December

I believe that opportunities that are not taken only open up more opportunities in the future.

The event that marked my transition from childhood to adulthood was when my father became ill. My parents would do everything for me they would take me to places, buy me things, and I was very dependent on them. I had to learn to be independent because my mom would take care of my dad, and I would have to do things for myself. This tragic transformation occurred on June 5, 2015; it truly changed my life. I could never imagine this would happen to my father. Even though it took me time to truly adapt to my new reality, I felt that the changes that led to me adulthood came quickly because there was no other option. I had to adapt to adulthood.

In my last video, I noticed that I still had zero confidence in myself, like in the last paragraph, I thought I was going to be horrible and I was correct. What went well was that when I sang the second time, my hand signs were not all over the place, I was actually able to match them to the note I was singing. What did not go so well was when I sang the first time, I got mixed up and started to sing some of my partners part and some of my part. For vocal technique, I did not stay on beat, I went too fast and ended up finishing early. For this singing check, I was nervous because I was singing with someone else who was singing something completely different than me.

I often think about what I would do if I never began to pursue my art. Would I be as creative? I began making art my main focus during my sophomore year of high school. Before that, I believed I was going to go into the science field. Not only did it become my main focus, but it was my escape from the struggles in my life, and my coping mechanism to handle my depression and anxiety, as cliche as it seems.

In my earlier days when i had first joined my club Nationals, i used to try and make sure that everything i did didn’t end up in failure. From my passes, shots, freekicks to even throw-ins, i used to be so scared that i would mess up that I actually did mess up every time because i would let overthinking get the best of me. As months went on, I began to think that i wasn’t good enough to pursue my dreams of working to be a professional soccer player.

Experiencing something for the first time can give lead to different emotions depending on what the encounter is. One can feel really happy if the scenario turns out the way they want it to. For example, when I was six years old, I remember telling my parents about how I wanted a dog. Everyday I would show them a picture of a dog on the internet, and ask if I could have one. My parents never really gave me a complete answer when I asked. They would usually respond with, “ I am not sure”, or “let me think about it”. However, one day when I came home from school, my parents told me to close my eyes. Once I closed my eyes, they lead me to the backyard. I could hear a high pitched bark coming from a distance. My heart started to pound, and it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. As I open my eyes, I first see the bright sunlight coming in, which was blocking most of my vision. Once my eyes finally became adjusted, I see a little puppy right in front of

I learned a good lesson when my mom got a new boyfriend. Everyone seems to just know that your love one will have your back until they turn on you to please themselves. You never really realize that something is going to change up until the last minute. Even with your eyes open it never seems so real. On that I learned the bad it had become with trusting my own mom.

I have to cry and release all my pain because of some threatening words she said. Sometimes being dramatic is not a weakness, for me it is a sign that I am brave to show them that I am incapable to release my anger inside. Frustrations exist also when my desires get interrupted. The feeling results from disparities between what I want and what I find available on the situation. Intense feeling probably comes and goes fairly quickly, maybe even in a matter of seconds.

Since I have embarked on this new travel writer lifestyle, I have been blessed to go to places I never even thought about visiting before. San Diego was one of those places. I've always heard how beautiful it was but it never crossed my radar to put on my list of places to visit. You know when we create bucket lists, we go all out with the Maldives, Bora Boras, and Abu Dhabis of the world. I'm so glad that my friend Brandy suggested San Diego for us to visit while we were in southern California.

Ever since I was a young girl I’ve always been interested in different things. I never wanted to play with dolls or watch new cartoons. I enjoyed being outside playing with my animals or watching the Discovery channel. When I was around 6 or 7 my mom let me go to work with my grandpa in the summer. He worked at our local animal clinic here in Carrizo Springs with Dr. Taylor. Every morning I would wake up excited to spend the day working with my grandpa. He would let me help him around the clinic and show me how to take care of the dogs and cats. I would help people bring in their animals for checkups and when I was lucky I was able to watch him outside working with the bigger animals. I was young but I found it so fascinating and interesting

A few years ago, I really wanted to go to the Katy Perry concert but my mom wouldn’t buy me tickets. I got really upset so I called my Aunt because she never says no to me. Of course when I asked her, she said yes. She bought us floor tickets and she took me to the concert. I had such an enjoyable time with her that night and I do every time I get to see her. I’ve always wanted to be like her when I grow up because I know that I can always go to her for anything and I can always count on her to say yes when my mom says no. But more than that, I look up to and I aspire to be like her. My Aunt is my inspiration because she is the strongest person I know, she is adventurous, and she is beyond compassionate.

Speculate a moment: can the universe be justly called infinite? I doubt it. It may not have a perceivable end, but it had a beginning. And its constituent parts certainly have a limited cosmological shelf life. Just like the universe, with so much for us to look forward to, can our potential truly be considered limitless? Perhaps we relate closer to that of comets, sauntering about space till we reach our subsequent conclusion either burning up or colliding with something larger. If anything, we always end up somewhere.