Personal Narrative Analysis

My throat was parched instantly. Knowing that I had to stay with Shelby. Repetitively telling myself that I could do it, I have to. Once I arrived at the mile mark before I knew it. I was searching all over but I could not see Shelby. Second guessing that she was ahead of me, I worked even harder. The wind was strong and the air was dirty. For a minute I was thinking that I could not do it; however, I changed that thought quickly after I saw the finish line. Pushing the hardest I had ever pushed. Noticing that I had made it, I placed 81st in

My second mile was not as hard as the first was, this is because I started to settle for a more consistent pace. I was beginning to realize how hard a cross country race actually was. That was when I heard my family cheering me on again.

Exhaustion was getting to me and made me want to give up. My legs felt like jelly, and I did not think I could keep going. Hearing the crowd cheer gave me the courage to finish the race. I could see someone getting really close behind me, so with all of my strength left, I took off on a sprint.

My parents are very different from each other. We all have different views on thing and school. I myself have only left the state once that was when I was like 2 months old my mom took me to Alabama to see my aunt and uncle and cousin. I love to fish and Longboard. I don't play too many video games. Also I absolutely can't wait unit I don't have to go to school any more. I will end up going to college one way or another because I would like a degree in engineering or something in that nature. I was almost put up for adoption when I went to Alabama. I have 4 brothers and 2 sisters. I only know one of my sisters. My mom lost custody of when I was little. I never met her. She is only like 2 years younger than me. I also play baseball. I have never went hunting or for that matter I have never shot a gun. I own 2 bows 1 for target practice and the other one is for hunting when i get older.

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.

Injuries are a big part of life and happen to everyone. I was at home watching USA basketball Blue vs White scrimmage. It was very entertaining. All the best NBA stars scrimmaging and going back and forth had to be entertaining. One of the best players, Paul George, jumped to block a shot but landed with his foot/lower leg caught between the base of the goal and the floor. It was very gruesome. His leg was at a 90 degree angle and he was in so much pain that he couldn’t move.I continued to watch Paul George and his rigorous training that he went through. He kept going and going. I thought to myself, “dang, this man has terrific will and mental toughness”. He was like a wild animal hunting for the prey. Except his prey was to make it back into

I remember one day in late July my dad had taken my to a dog race that we had went to every year since before I could walk. The race used to be held in Kenton Ohio at an old campground, one of our dogs had came up to the tree lagging a little behind the rest of the pack with his legs tore up, and looking a bit confused. When I met my dad back at the camper all we could do was clean up the open lacerations on his legs and give him a small painkiller. The next weekend we went to Indiana in the country to have some practice field trials at one of my dads friends houses. I laid the scent of a raccoon on a quarter mile track through the woods and in the first heat that we raced our dog in he was way ahead of the entire pack. When suddenly while

Statistics show that around 50% of married couples get divorced in the United States, which would make my family and I just another statistic. 8 years ago, I was only 10, my brother was barely 7, my mom decided to leave my dad. I clearly remember sitting in the car with my nana, I was a smart kid, and asking her what was going to happen with my mom and dad. She didn’t beat around the bush or talk down to me as a child, she said “I think they’ll end up divorcing.” And to many people’s surprise, I felt excited at that idea. It wasn’t that my parents constantly fought or were abusive, but somehow I knew at 10 years old that the best thing for all of us was this separation.

The concise time when an individual becomes a young adult is unknown and confusing. The authors have decided to pinpoint various milestones within to human life to gives readers a general idea of when we entered adult. According to Zastrow & Kirst-Ashman (2016), "However, in most states, they are not considered adult enough to drink alcoholic beverages until the age of 21. A person cannot become a U.S. senator until age 30 or president until age 35.” Contrary to the beliefs of the author, everyone has their own interpretation of what constitutes an adult.

Every speaker has helped me construction a better understanding of earning a doctorate. I started listening to Sterling and Katie and thought, wow that is cool, and they are really smart and hardworking, and then transformed my approach to the speakers when Jackie and Mark came to speak with us. During Jackie and Mark’s presentation, something changed. I no longer felt like earning this degree was out of my reach. They both told us many times that we too could earn a doctorate. Something about their sincerity made me believe that it was true; I am smart enough, I am dedicated enough to earn a doctorate. This changed my purpose for all the presenters that followed. Each speaker since has helped me map my dissertation schedule and topic.

When was the first time I dropped my pants in front of another man? Good question. It was my annual sports psychical. Initially, I wasn’t expecting much out of the appointment. I was expecting to hear that I was in fantastic health and that I am prepared for the sports season but I was wrong. I ended up butt naked in front of my doctor with his hand in places that didn’t belong. All doctors try to claim the same thing; they are your friend and they want to help you and do what is best for you. Personally, I don’t believe that an old man’s cold hand on my genitals is exactly what’s best for me; if he does want to be my friend, he’s giving the wrong signals in doing so. What I am trying to explain is that people dislike going to the doctor. Today,

During my childhood I was very fortunate enough to get essentially anything that I wanted. I never had to beg my parents to get me something, if I wanted it, I got it. I was very lucky and blessed to have two working parents who were able to provide everything for my sister and I to live a nice, comfortable life. But by the age of ten, my life had completely changed. My parents had gotten a divorce and soon after my father had completely left the equation, leaving my mother the sole responsibility of taking care of not only herself, but also two young children. Growing up after that point was very hard because no matter how much money my mom tried to scrape up or how hard she pushed herself at work, it was never enough. Every penny she made

One day, I'd grown tired of running the hamster wheel of a life I'd created, and I suddenly realized that I was running nowhere quick. The longer I would run, the further I would become from myself, and yet, I kept running, due to the lack of direction. In other words, I’d devoted myself to living a life according to others, rather than serving the greatness that automatically comes from inside our true-selves. Rather than moving according to my true-self, I adapted and conformed to others, which left me with no direction, confused, lost and running in circles. Therefore, causing me to ignore and run from my commitment to nourish and develop my Higher-self, the inner-spirit. Nonetheless, the more I ran from my inner-spirit the further disconnected

It was a dark spring night on campus. I was waiting for hours or though it seemed. It is not everyday that your roommates set you up with the best athlete on campus. It shocked me that my roommate could convince him that I was worth the best quarterback in the country’s time.

You never think that when you walk into a bathroom, your whole life will change. Well that actually happened to me about 7 years ago, and now I can say that I am and will continue to be truly affected by the occurrence. Clearly, it wasn’t anything too major since it was in a bathroom, but it was just one of those small moments that can greatly affect one's life. The moment essentially shaped my character and personality, and also changed how I view the world. It was my first step into finding my true identity and purpose which still continues today and will forever continue.