Personal Narrative Analysis

On the about last week of March, I, Sgt. A. Walton confiscated an unauthorized Casio G-Shock Gray/Black/Light Blue in color watch that was sent to Nottaway Correctional Center by Offender C. Barker #1421016 family member.

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

Throughout the past year I went through a great deal of undertakings that caused me to become more experienced with my skills and how to overcome various challenges. These really built up my character and the way I am today. In all aspects, this past year consisted of going to Killington, Vermont, my brother going into the Air Force, meeting him in Texas for his graduation of basic training, completing a double backflip on a trampoline, landing a front flip on flat ground, accomplishment of a 2 ½ front flip on a diving board, getting 2nd at leagues, and competing in districts. All of these activities have advanced me in a skill or challenged me to an extent.

For as long as I can remember I have struggled with anxiety, I have been told countlessly to stop overthinking and worrying. Until recently I thought my this was a strength, that worrying would help me prepare. At snowboard state championships I realized that I needed to overcome this challenge, this has changed my outlook my own fear ever since.

At the end of my Junior year, I watched all of my older friends work on scholarships and prepare for graduation. Everyone seemed to know what they wanted to go to school for, and what they wanted to do after they graduated. While watching them, I began to reflect on the past school year, thinking back to the first week of school sitting in the locker room talking to to my friends about how we are ready to be seniors and figure out what we want to do with our lives. But, listening to all the seniors talking about their majors and schools, I began to feel nauseous. I had no clue what I wanted to do after high school. Was I supposed to have that figured out already? I then began to have questions thrown at me left and right throughout the summer.

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

This is my first online class. I will be graduating next fall with my associates in Human Services. I have enjoyed all of my classes over the last couple of years, except Math. I am not a great Math student.

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

When I was born, my older sister was two years old at the time, and she had already gotten used to being adored by everyone and wasn't pleased with me coming into the picture. This has caused a problem between us that has still not been addressed today. During our childhood and sometimes even today, she would bully and humiliate me. In front of people she would make fun of how I looked or acted and would ostracized from activities. As we grew up, her jealousy only grew. I was always getting excellent grades in school, making people laugh, and listening to our parents. She on the other hand had a much harder time. As her resentment grew for me, I started to resent her since she had made me feel insignificant, ugly, and unworthy of anyone's affection. She moved out of my dad's house at age 15

I moved away as fast as i could to get some distance but then realized that this cat wanted me dead and i couldn't run so i had to fight. I ran and pounced on the cat like it did to me and i hit it with all of my force right on its chest. The cat let out a loud cry i felt relieved that i wasn't dying. I hit the cat again since it was still on the ground. Quickly the cat got up and ran away. I stood back watching this cat bllt down the street in pain and fear. The wound that this cat gave me on my face wa now catching up to me and it started to hurt. I turned around feeling like i was on top of the world reevaluating the fight in my mind thinking about how i could have improved my fighting technique. I kept walking until i got to the fence of

As I sit in the chair of my high school classroom I often feel remorseful of some decision I made as a young girl. these decision would affect me later on in life, and lessons would be learned from my mistakes.

Individuals are shaped by their experiences throughout life. Some have more incredibly positive experiences, such as winning the lottery multiple times. While others have more negative experiences, like continued death in a family. I have had to face and overcome being abandoned by both of my biological parents. As a younger child, this had a great effect on me, but now as I am preparing to enter the real world, I am not phased; I realized the reason was nothing to do with me, it was not my fault.

I was born on the third of March, 2000, three months before Eritrea broke away from Ethiopia. Ethiopia annexed Eritrean in the late 1960s. Long story short, those nations started to fight over land and see. They had ongoing fights for about 30 years until a major war broke out in 1998 which lasted 2 years. In May, 1991, Eritrea had gained its independence from Ethiopia; however, the fight didn't stop there. In May of 2000 Eritrea was officially separated from Ethiopia. Since then, Eritrea and Ethiopia government haven't reunited yet. During the war, villagers had to leave their land and flee to the urban areas; the battle took place in most of those people's land. My farmer uncle had to move in to our house with his kids and his wife who had just given birth to baby

It is hard to believe it has been two years since I retired after 37 years as an educator. After the initial withdrawal questions that I am sure most retirees experience such as what was I thinking to quit a perfectly good job; what will they do without me; what will I do without the daily interactions with people on the job; how will we pay the bills; and what will I do with all this free time; I finally came to grips with being a “has been” and moved on to being a “whatever I what to be." It took some time, but I came to realize there is more to life than a “perfectly good job” that requires 12 to 14 hour work days; I learned to accept they, the job, will get along just fine if not better without me; I still miss the job specific interactive

Have you ever broken something that was really important or too big to hide? I remember about four or five years back in the 7th or 8th grade. My brother and I would always have these competitions to prove that we were the best at almost everything. Even though he was 17 and I was 12 it was always these stupid and pointless competitions. Who could drink the most milk, who could type the fastest, or who was the best at playing video games, which was me of course?