Personal Narrative Analysis

Kevin and I stepped into a whole new world in the fall of 2009. We began our degree program at Emmanuel School of Religion, which is now called Emmanuel Christian Seminary. We were working on our Masters of Arts and Religion. I was excited and nervous about going back to college. Our first day was terrifying. Kevin and I attended orientation the week prior to classes starting. There was a definite realization this academic program was going to be a challenge. However, I wanted a challenge. On the first day of class, we started with Greek. Our professor was Dr. Marwede. He opened the class with a test. He came over to my chair first and handed me a paper with a list of Greek words on it. My immediate reaction was shock, which Dr. Marwede realized I was overwhelmed by the look on my face. He told the class we could take it home as homework. Many of the students in the Greek class had previous experience with Greek; however, Kevin and I had no knowledge at all. We were overwhelmed. We were assigned five chapters and told to return the next day for a quiz with our homework.

It was the summer of 2012, my brother Ashton and I were in Hollywood, FL on vacation. We had been fishing since eight in the morning and we were bored out of our minds, so we hopped in a canoe and set off to what is the most thrilling event of my life. We were not prepared physically or mentally for what we were about to encounter.

“You have SVT” said the nurse across the room. A month earlier, at a track meet, I breathed heavily, staggering to the long jump pit. Maybe the familiar bass drum in my chest was nerves? The nurse tapped her pin. Sitting in a little room at the Heart Center of Nationwide Children's Hospital I was lost. Questions flooded my mind. I blankly stared at the nurse staring back at me. “Ultimately you have three options,” the nurse nodded with a half smile, “one of these options, we don’t offer often: a cure.”

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.

Admittedly, I've done a lot of things that others would consider abhorrent. I've also been subject to things that others would consider abhorrent but after 12,000 deaths you start to know what's a 'good' way to die and what isn't. I've had my head removed by plasma coated blades, I've been hit by 80GJ Compressed Railguns (you don't feel it), and I've felt what it is like to hold a Locus Grenade in the hand for too long.

In Module 3, Section 3, I am now able to read, speak, write, and listen to complete sentences using subject pronouns, adjectives, and the verb être. I have improved my ability and knowledge of being able to read, speak, write, and listen to complete sentences using subject pronouns, adjectives, and the verb être in many different ways. One way how I improved my knowledge of this in French is by reading over the vocab words over in my head continuously and then speaking them aloud on Quizlet. After that I had conversations with multiple people about how to appropriately speak in the French using the correct pronouns and adjectives.. This has now helped me because I know how to correctly spell and pronounce pronouns and adjectives in French.

Losing two of my best friends within six months of each other was one of the hardest things I have had to do. They were a major part of my life for almost 17 years, before they left. Through this experience, I learned to be an example of kindness, hard work, and diligence for those around me.

“Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz!” As I roll over from my fetus-type sleeping position, I notice my 6 o'clock alarm buzzing away beside me and that only more thirty minutes remains to aquire the last bit of my beauty sleep before the daily struggle begins. “Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz!” Half an hour later, I roll over knowing that I must wake up now, so that I can perform my morning rituals. I reach over to my shiny, black bookcase that I use as my nightstand and touch the dismiss key on my iPhone. I cannot keep my eyes open because I feel like death due to an overwhelming amount of exhaustion, even though I calculated that I slept the night before for at least seven and a half hours. I concluded, however, that the thought of school itself ensued my unmotivated, depressed

I’ve had various jobs since I was 14. My parents have always wanted me to be independent. I started working at an assisted living home a little over a year ago in Lincoln, but a month ago I decided that I wanted a second source of income. I hastily started working morning shifts at a Dunkin Donuts. Working in the coffee industry made me tired all the time, made it difficult for me to go to school and do my homework, and took a toll on my body.

There was no one and nothing in sight. The plethora of joyful ducks that were here before were nowhere to be found. There weren’t even any people walking the trail like before. The trees that were once so distinguishable in daylight were now shaded in black and were only recognizable by the shape and size from a far. It seems as if when darkness falls on Higginbotham’s Walking Trail, wildlife seems to scatter and the area becomes desolate.

After we finish the main course and a few more drinks I test the remote again, I have lost count of where I am in the pattern, Kathy is not saying anything but has a pleasured look on her face, so it must be still working.

My journey to being fully natural has been a long, depressing, expensive and self-loving one. I’ve always had long, thick, glossy, off black hair that touched my shoulder blades until I let my cousin Erin and auntie Jeanette convince me to go natural in 2015.

When it was my time to help other people and their families it was such a great experience because I never knew how felt if the hurricane and how would they feel if they didn’t have a home to go to. When I met this one lady she was crying because only she could think about is her home and if she will be able to have a home to go back too after all this over. But everybody knew they wasn’t destroyed. It’s sad how all these families had to travel to Augusta just because it was a hurricane. It’s also bad because these kids had to travel because they didn’t know why where they staying in our gym. Even though they didn’t bring anything, we made sure they had everything they needed and also made sure they were comfortable. When they got there we

We have all experienced transformation in our lives, and this transformation is solely up to us as to whether we want to preserve and embrace that trait, or move forward towards a greater goal in life. Just like Berry (2000) detailed, I can proudly say that I have lived through the “dangers, toils, and snares” that life has thrown in my direction (p. 467). Each proposed aspiration and objective has been altered in some form or another, and fortunately for me, I have left God in charge with my future outlook on my life. As we journey through this experience in my life, we will be exploring the elements of surprise which include the unpleasant and virtuous portions, and also a glance at how these transformative elements have molded who I am