Personal Narrative Analysis

My twin brother, Daniel, and I were born and raised in Mexico. The addition of us meant that our immediate family member count went up to five members: my father, mother, older sister, older brother, Daniel, and lastly me. Due how big my family was, my parents made a decision that they would move to the states in an attempt to better themselves and their children. However, this meant that they had to leave Daniel and I behind with other family members since they could only afford to take themselves and my other siblings with them at the time. Nevertheless, we were about four when we finally arrived and since then we have continued to live with our family with the addition of a little brother and dog, as the years went by.

“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’ve lived behind my brother’s shadow since I can remember. Even coming into high school the first question I was asked was “Are you related to Diego? (My brother)”. It’s like they recognize him and before they even notice me. For example my family will greet him with smiles and hugs and I with “what’s your name again?” This has actually affected because I grew up shy not wanting to say anything, well its not like they noticed me.

Lily supposed that she should be impressed by how much they had managed to accomplish in just a few weeks. They had managed to salvage what was left of the ship and turn it into a small village that was steadily growing. They had also managed to save most of the ships stores and they were working on creating self powered generators to run the power once the ships generators died out completely. The pilot had done a decent job setting the ship down despite the emergency landing. The thing would never fly again but pretty much everyone survived and the rest of the ship still worked.

Like me, she also liked horses. Mrs. Prentice’s warm, motherly smile widened as she noticed me smiling.

"Oh God I'm so sorry for all I've done. When the time grandma forced me to church and everyone was praying but I was doing mini hip thrusts in the air while listening to Block B's Her. When I stuck gum under the beloved Virgin Mary's foot and lied that it wasn't me when someone noticed it. When I found $20 on the floor on our house and spent it on food but realized it was money for my mom to buy some gas. Then to make it worse she got stuck at a gas station for an hour because she had no money and I never told her that I used it for food. I'll be kind and sweet to everyone. I won't disrespect you anymore. So please don't let me be chosen. Don't let him be stupid,"

“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is most adaptable to change,” says Charles Darwin. This quote relates to me because throughout the junior year I tried my best to get the sharpest straight A’s so when I couldn’t get to those straight A’s I beat myself up over it. Making my depression, anxiety, and guilt even worse than ever before. I wasn’t the student I once was and that I am an ill repute. Because of these emotions, the only solution was to end my life to end my suffering so I tried but survived the attempt after being hospitalized. I came back my friends and my teachers still supported me with their best attempt and never gave up on me. Life was punishing this year I learned

Over the course of this year I have been through quite a few “hard” times. This was the year I finally stood up for myself to my biological father, about my lifestyle, and I finally changed my life to not eating meat. Before I had changed my entire life, by switching my diet, it was a struggle for me physically, and even mentally. It seems easy for me but it is still VERY difficult for me to stick with it because I grew up with meat and animal products as the number one food source. The majority of my family still eats meat and animal by products, but me and my sister switched together so it was a whole lot easier. I have always thought meat was disgusting I just felt pressured into eating, even though it made me feel sick, and it made me feel

If you told me a few years ago that I would get on my bike and ride to a different state, and all for a soda and some fries from McDonalds, I would have told you that was stupid, and no-one would ever ride that far for something so trivial. And yet just last year, I would do exactly that.

As the school was dark and quiet all the student were hiding in the classes waiting for it all to be over. I looked out the window to see Big Shaq, making a music video in the School hallways. No one knew about this raper making this song in the hallways so we all thought it was a scary situation but i kept it to myself just incase it was something bad happening. We have been trapped in our classroom for the past three hours waiting just waiting for the bell to ring, but it never did. Multiple students have started to become hungry but lucky for me I have a chocolate bar in my backpack, so I pulled it out and but before i could eat it the kid beside me took a bite out of it. Nevertheless i decided to just ignore the boy.

Enthralled by the bright neon lights of Las Vegas, I found myself in a situation I couldn't forget. The evening breeze of July was hot and humid. Despite the ambient from above, my brain was short-circuiting with anxious thoughts. I was about to collapse; I was terrified, yet I pretended to be calm.

Around fourteen years ago on October 7, 2000, I was born in the Garfield Medical Center. I died shortly after twenty-four hours. Just kidding. I’m currently alive and doing well; stressing about my grades and exams. Nothing would make me happier to be reborn with a smarter mind. I never thought that math could get so hard when I was little. Anyways, enough of that. Let’s talk about my past.

I received my high school diploma in June of 2009 and told myself that I would take a year off school. That year turned into seven before I made the choice to attend Southeast Tech. I have wanted to work with children for many years, and decided a few years ago to pursue a career with younger children. I enrolled in the Early Childhood program in Spring 2016. Ever since I can remember I have had issues with nervousness and allowing that to hold me back. There have been numerous times in my life that I have allowed anxiety to keep me from bettering my life. Maybe, it better to refer to it as an excuse because that’s what it usually feels like. I still feel anxious relatively often but I have realized that if I give things time I become more and more comfortable. I think that I have learned to yell over the inner voices that tell me I can’t do something.

It all began when my mother said, "We're going to California to celebrate your 14th birthday Beck!", I said , "Where are we going that is in California?" and my mothers response was, "We're going up to the cabin in Big Bear, doing some fun stuff while were out there, and going to Disneyland and California Adventure". We went to California in November of 2014, I go to Disneyland in Anaheim, CA usually every year for my birthday because it is a tradition we love to do, it makes my mother and I happy because she works very hard to save up money just to make my birthday special. But this time it is a little different because a new member joined the trip, which is my boyfriend, Kevin, who I am with to this day, and it makes my birthday trip that

It was Christmas time and my two cousins who were 11 and 5 at the time invited me to help them pass out candy and bows to the children at the Ronald mcdonalds house. The bows that they gave out my cousins had knitted them. It took them about two months, but they knitted about 90 bows for the children. Each of the bows came in different colors such as blue, pink some even colorful. Yadhira who was eleven years old wanted to do something kind for the kids going through rough times during the holidays. My other cousin who was 5 years old was still little, but knew how to knit very well and was understanding of why we're doing what we were. When they first asked me to go with them, I wasn't very thrilled at first my parents were making me go because they said it was for a good cause. After my experience I did feel bad because I learned a very important lesson at the end.