Personal Narrative Analysis

Being the new kid in an unfamiliar high school is not a simple task. I started my freshman year at my old rival high school with all new people. I had grown up

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 found this week’s reading in the course text on custom fitting shotguns to be quite interesting because I’ve almost always had a shotgun in my home, but I’ve never done any work to customize the scatter guns I’ve owned… I think That’ll be changing pretty soon. Prior to getting into shotguns in this course I never had an idea as to how some custom work could enhance the performance of a shotgun. I knew there was a ton of work that could be done, but because I was never really into wing shooting or whatnot I never saw how it might help me out.

I have a fully-grown massive Rottweiler named Mayson. When I first received my dog I had no idea that I was going to receive odd looks from people all over my neighborhood. I did not know that this tailless, lovable creature would soon grow to be my shadow of disapproval. To this day, they do not like looking at a five foot two female walking a 103 pound black bear-like dog half her size. Throughout the years, I have learned to cope with my so-called bloodthirsty dog by taking her out for walks when there are no sounds of children, strollers, or skateboards. I walk her late because I do not like to receive dirty looks from my neighbors for they do not trust my beast. My neighborhood once led me to believe the rumors about my black sheep because

So it all starts on a typical Friday morning while waiting in line to get food from the school cafeteria. During the process of picking up my tray, I had a sudden rush of anxiety from the fact that I had not studied my spelling words the night before. With this epiphany, I started coming up with possible solutions. While brainstorming, I received my food and sat down with my friends. The first idea to come to my mind was to study for my test while eating, but I soon realized neither my friends or myself had the words. My second idea was to go to class grab my words then ask my teacher if I could go to the restroom, but Ms. Elrod already had already taken us to the bathroom before breakfast. My third idea was to fake either an injury or illness, but I hated going

It's been a week since my summer of 2015, time has come and gone by slow, seems to be hour by hour and minute to minute, I've started scarlet's letter and a novel about naval warfare by Author James H. Cobb. I started a diet to thin up for Hawaii and intensified my daily exercise routine, more lifting and strength building. On Tuesday I managed to get my desktop back from my little sister, for her birthday she got a laptop as a gift, so I saw an opportunity to use another person's gain to aid in a gain of my own. The five or so old desktop that was originally mine is now back on my desk, However my sister being so young has utterly mutilated the computer, The job of restoring the computer hasn't started due to my personal procrastination.

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,

I was born and raised in Vietnam at the years 1987, and my generation is a generation Y which is between 1981 and 2000. The generation Y is the most challenger generation because it is the generation right after the war end. Since I was born, I have been taught to be responsible with the family, archive the highest education, and completion with the other. Those make me feel that I can control the world and me feel that I am the best because my family lay a lot of hope and expectation on me.

On June 20, 2015, I got up out of bed feeling refreshed and new because it was practice for graduation day. Walking to the bathroom, I took a warm shower and brushed my teeth with mint toothpaste. I got dressed in a rush throwing on some jeans with a black shirt. Heading to the living room, I stopped and asked my stepfather if he could drive me to school because it was his day off. “ Sure,” my stepfather said, sitting on the gray couch watching television. As we went to the car, he shut the front door locking the top and bottom. I got in the passenger seat of his white pickup truck. While he drove me to school time, I can feel the vibration through the seat from the engine. When I got to the drop off zone in front of the school, I notice class

I was snapped out of my trance by the return of the chairwoman’s voice. “Thank you all for your ideas.” Her eyesight shifted towards me. “Ms. Cohen, do you have anything else to add?”

I was born a flimsy, colorful piece of paperboard. I still remember unknown figures supplanting the empty spaces in my body with vital chocolate organs. The rest was just a blur. I woke up about a week later in a drug store. All I saw was a barren aisle with nothing, but people similar to me. Then, I saw a child jumping and pointing, at me! His mom spotted me as well and grabbed me. I fainted and woke up later secured to a wall. But then, something ghastly happened. The child opened one of my flaps and ate one of my organs. I felt violated; some may say exposed. I thought this behavior was over, but it didn’t stop. Day after day this child incessantly consumed parts of me I would never have again. This needed to stop, but it never would. For

Have you ever felt that feeling, that surge of pain that zips through your pinky toe after stubbing it against a piece of furniture. That agonizing sensation that makes you cry and laugh at the same time, is what outrages me the most. It happens at the most random times too, you’ll be walking to the kitchen and all of a sudden every bone in your body implodes. There are times where I just lie there for twenty minutes thinking about how stupid I was to let this happen. As humans, we think we are so aware of our surroundings until that moment; at that moment we lose all sense of control. I ask myself every time, “How did you let it happen again!?” and “Why is that chair there!?”. There’s absolutely nothing you can do about it because it sneaks

As the bright sky fades into darkness, layers of torrential rain begin to fall and the wind accelerates to form a violent tornado that swallows everything in its path. Lightning irradiates the sky and raging rumbles of thunder follow. Floods and mudslides fill the land. No life will survive, nor will any house. No one knows how long this storm will last. As time goes by, the storm eventually subsides and a bright sun illuminates the sky; revealing the disastrous results. The land is filled with debris and remnants of houses and buildings, but there is only one thing that persevered through the storm. It is a boulder of magnificent size, which neither moved an inch nor eroded. This boulder is a mirror image of myself. After taking so many hits

I found out that moving was absolutely a hard pill to swallow, but by trying to fit in, engaging in new activities, and simply being yourself, the experience won't be terrible. Despite the new environment, and a change of scenery a person can adjust well. Moving taught me a lot about myself. It taught me that I was outgoing, and understanding. The thing I learned about myself most was that I

Before I was there, there was my Dad’s family. Some of them include my Grandma and Grandpa Reed. My Grandma was a bus driver, who drove kids to school. She was also a realtor, who sold houses. My Grandpa was a firefighter who actually drove firefighter boats. He was also an iron worker who worked for an iron company. Other people in my Dad’s family are my Aunt Susan and my Uncle Tom. After graduating from high school, my Aunt Susan moved to Clearwater, Florida to become a secretary. When my Uncle Tom finished high school he began working for a phone company until he moved to Oregon. My father began working for a phone company too after graduating high school. After that, he continued living on his own in Tampa while working for the phone company.