Personal Narrative Analysis

Every spring break my family and I visit my grandparents who own a condo in Marco Island, FL, at the Manor. They go down in the winter and come back to their house in Iowa in the spring. This year my family and I got to visit them for a week. We spent the week walking on the sandy beach, watching sunsets, playing in their crystal clear blue water pool, biking with my grandpa, and relaxing. We also has great some desserts, like warm, homemade pie, delicious, creamy ice cream, and my grandpa’s favorite,

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 many, their formative years have a large influence on who they become as adults. This can happen in many different ways including new experiences, discovering a new sport or hobby, and uncovering what they are passionate about. For me, this was falling in love with a new language from a very young age and becoming very interested in the culture that was associated with it.

I am forty four years old with three children and a wonderful husband. I grew up in Oklahoma and later moved to Kansas, and then Arizona where I finished my degree is Political Science at Arizona State University. My career goals were to attend law school after undergrad, so that I could be an advocate for children that were suffering serious injustices back then, and sadly they still seem to be suffering those injustices today.

Although, I enjoyed steady employment my desire to finish school lingered with me. I needed a guided path of straight forward thinking with no distraction also with no life worries of daily living and survival.

When one envisions a house party their mind embodies the music and grasps the loving environment, but no one ever signs up for a life altering trauma. March 19, 2016 can be portrayed as the breaking point that unleashed the dangers of my fears. When a bullet is fired it is said to destroy its target, when the bullet pierced through my body it felt almost as if the world had been swept from underneath me. During this night I was rushed into an ambulance, where I was grazed slightly an inch away from my spine, which they told me I could've been paralyzed, but by the grace of God I wasn't. The incident opened up my eyes and it was a major wake up call for me. It made me into a better and stronger individual, my grades began to improve and my perspective on life changed. It taught me to live life to the fullest because you don't know when your time is going to come.

On Saturday, September 5th, myself and a few other coworkers had our personal cars parked on the Dollar Thrifty lot and was told to go and park at the employee lot at Hertz. Dana approached and confronted me about my car. The way I was addressed by her made me feel demeaned. Her tone was elevated, talking to me as if I was a child being scolded.  A child like the one she had in the passenger seat when I was confronted. She told me to move my car when my coworker came to relieve me. My response to her was okay. She stayed there for a minute than asked me had she made herself clear, again talking to me like a child. My response was " I heard you". She continued and asked if it was a problem. Again, my response was "I

Back when I still wore pigtails, I remember always feeling like an afterthought by my parents. I understood why, and it was justifiable. Since I was the eldest, and my younger brother was put on the autism spectrum, I knew I had to grow up extra quick, for Father always worked and Mother had her plate full, trying to raise us. I would do my chores without being asked and do my homework without needing help, just so Mother could have one less child to worry about. My brother, however, had to have everything done for him. He even needed Mother to brush his pearly whites for him. It was just one more duty to add to the infinite list of responsibilities Mother had to do for my brother.

his past weekend, was all together, a terrible wind storm, if you ask me. There were branches collapsing off trees, covering the road. Trees ripping out of the ground, and making a great disturbance, making power lines fall and break; as an aftereffect, Gray had no power. The outage time differed for each person in the town. Therefore, some people STILL have no power to this day. I have my power back, just because CMP came to fix it in my range. For the remaining people, they are in the process.

“In every day, there are 1,440 minutes. That means we have 1,440 daily opportunities to make a positive impact.”

The paradox of human nature is driven by the paramountcy of competition. Whether biological as powered by evolution, or modern as in the case of college admission, competition galvanizes progress. The simple fact that elite colleges are becoming more selective due to the large number of competitive students demonstrates this. Resolution is not earned without the conflict that precedes it; therefore, even defeat should be treated as an opportunity for improvement, as it is all we can really do.

"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 all started when me and my dog were driving to my family reunion. In order to get there we had to take some backroads. I became lost after three hours of driving in what seemed like circles. I finally pulled over to look at a map. A small narrow road was nearby, so I tried to find it on the map. I eventually had an idea of my surroundings and began driving.

Season three of my life I would have to say is the best so far but I pray that it gets better. Once I graduate from High School I went right to work. I had moved out of my sister and I was finally independent. I got a small apartment downtown Los Angles, CA. I got my first real job working at Boeing in the mailroom in Long Beach. Her son worked in the wireless industry selling cellphone in Canoga Park. Canoga Park was a big change for me. It was a great environment that I can to love. I fell in love with this environment because everyone was in charge of his or her own destiny. For the first time in my life I felt hope. I could make as much money that I wanted to and I love that. I also loved the environment because I was around so many other

I lived in Mckinney my whole life and thought everything was falling into place the way I wanted it. I had the best of friends, the perfect house, which held all my childhood memories, and enjoyed the school I went to everyday. Just as I thought my life in Mckinney would last longer, my parents shared the news that we would be moving to Prosper. At this point I thought that everything I had planned and expected my life to be was ruined. Even though Prosper is right down the street from Mckinney, I would no longer live in the house I grew up in and not share my high school experience with my best friends I’ve known since kindergarten.