Personal Narrative Analysis

All sports require time and dedication to a certain extent. Dance has been my passion and weekend activity since I was three and became a very serious thing from seven to around twelve. I danced at a studio until I entered middle school at K.O. Knudson and dance was my major. I left K.O. and moved to Summerlin where I now attend Palo Verde. I received dance as my elective, being weary about the class considering I was also recovering from a back injury even during my time at K.O. and on top of that knowing I was loosing all of my skill from being absent forever and a day.

Once upon a time, there was an illegal immigrant named Rosa she came from a poor family and her mother left her when she was 4 years old for another man.

Walking the overgrown paths in the expansive woods behind my house, I tried again to escape the claustrophobia of the cul-de-sac and the boredom of a small town. The forest was my sanctuary, and I walked knowing every rock, root, and bush. Then suddenly, it was different. My eyes hit the familiar clearing ahead, and I launched into a sprint through the underbrush, leaping up and over the barbed wire-topped rock wall. Landing with a whoop of delight, I eyed the novelty, a huge, brown steer, staring back at me. Molten joy turned to icy fear, and the steer began to charge. Thirty seconds of terror later, I noticed two things as I heaved against a maple tree: my now dung-covered shoes were ruined, and my curiosity was finally piqued.

The quote Alice Walker once stated, "For in the end, freedom is a personal and lonely battle and one faces down fears of today so that those of tomorrow might be engaged" is a valuable saying and I totally relate with it. What freedom means to one may not be the same for another and has a personal meaning. Fear is an obstacle to freedom and progress. As clouds need to be blown away to reveal the sunlight, the cloud of fear should be torn apart to feel the warmth of freedom. This quote reminds me of a time when my fear of falling apart of my family and underestimating my academic potentials were inhibiting me from enjoying the freedom of stepping into the path of higher education until I decided to join Morgan State University, because no one was going to free me unless I free myself.

Eighteen years ago I was delivered in a hospital in Tokyo, Japan and was taken to the United States embassy a month later to become a United States citizen. My parents had been living in Japan for two years, my father was on a work vista, and we stayed for another six. Whenever I talk about my early years I am aware it was a unique upbringing that would not have been possible a hundred years ago. Social and economic changes, and technological innovations in the 20th century impacted me even though I was born three years before the turn of the century.

When I was in fifth grade, I was caught between two worlds, playing the a woodwind or strings instrument. After much thought on which one, I decided that the violin was the best instrument for me, because it had a beautiful, unique sound, plus the possibilities are incredible. I could receive a compliment from a teacher, or even get accepted to the symphony. In elementary, I was known as the best player for my patience and understanding of every piece we played. “Your daughter is my best student in all 4 schools that I teach,” exclaimed my orchestra teacher, Ms. Nichols, to my mother. Ever since then, I have been practicing my violin every minute of every day. At the end of my sixth grade year, I received a letter stating that I have been invited

High school, I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember going to football practice and rushing home to finish my homework. I remember hanging out with my friends and joking around with each other during lunch time, and I remember stressing out over the test I didn’t study for. My junior year of high school however, is when things started to change for me. I became interested in furthering my education and began preparing myself for college. One morning, I went to school and met with the college counselor, to find out how to apply to colleges. She took out a sheet of paper and made a checklist for me. On that list, were the letters SAT, or ACT test scores. I asked her about it, and to my surprise, these were my “golden tickets” as she put

One of the most physically painful days in my entire life was March 10th, 2015. That morning I woke up with my side aching. As the day progressed it continued to get worse. The more I worried the worse the pain got. After many hours waiting at the Emergency room, the doctors came to the conclusion, I had appendicitis.

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,

As you know, life is full of bumpy rides. This essay is about one of mine. This story is full of heat, fear, and pretty tight turns on the rails of life. Let me tell you of the time that our neighbor's house caught on fire.

There I was, a ten-year-old all alone on the school’s make-shift football field during recess. The school year was young and the summery North Carolina air was seemingly inescapable. Practically blinded from the sun’s rays I squinted as the other fourth grade boys argued over what team I would soon have to dreadfully play on. Clearly I wasn’t as athletic as my peers, at the time I let this define me. Like any fourth grader I attempted to fit in, I mean who wouldn’t? There a comfort associated with the herd mentality we all fall into. During my fourth grader year I slowly fell into isolation, though I didn’t realize at the time. When the other Dad’s were playing catch with their son’s my dad sharing insight into his experience in business and

As I was driving home from work late one night on a busy road in Ohio I was feeling discomfort in my lower abdomen. Knowing that I was 39 weeks pregnant I really didn’t think much about it. I thought I just had a rough day at work where I lift and tug on the elderly as a CNA. I went home and hopped into the bathtub. The warm water felt great on my joints and I felt my conclusion was right. As my husband, Bobby walked in he could see the discomfort on my face. “Are you OK,” he asked. “Yes, I have just had a hard day at work.” I replied. We get ready for bed, it is now midnight on Feb. 9, 2005.

The biggest risk is not taking any risk in a world that changing really quickly, the only strategy that is guaranteed to fail is not taking risks. There is a saying “there is no risk then there is no reward”. You have to understand that living a successful life will depend on the risks you choose to take.

People everywhere have this theory that the bad guys are easy to spot. Antagonists are typically ugly, insane, and powerful, among other qualities. They are also most commonly male and, most importantly, they know what they are doing. I'm here to tell you that this isn't always true. Kids believe from a young age that bullies from school are 'bad', and that parents and friends are 'good'. But growing up has led me to realize something: most of the time, parents are not the heroes we make them out to be. They can, in fact, be the direct cause of playground bullies. And friends can come and go like dandelion seeds in the wind.

I used to hear all the time when I was young that time flies and before you know it that you will be an adult. Of course, my young naive self, brushed this off and acted as if I was one of Peter Pan’s lost boys who will never grow up. I went through life and before I knew it I was a junior in high school, at first it seemed like just another year of high school but once I started attending all of these college fair events was when It had just begun to sink in that, maybe just maybe I was gradually transitioning into an adult. One of the first times it hit me that I was no longer a child was in March of 2015. Spring break at the Albany Academies, most kids spent this two week vacation in florida or the Caribbean, but me no I decided that I would visit colleges. But this time I didn’t have my mom and dad to hold my hands for me, I was essentially on my own. Not entirely because I had a very close family friend that was living in the Philadelphia area where there was a multitude of colleges that I was interested in. So I hopped on a train and was on my way to Philadelphia.