Personal Narrative Analysis

Just like other immigrant students, I came here to the United State with zero English at the age of eleven. I did not expect myself to be good in English, nor speaking English fluently. In spite of that, I started sixth grade at the U.S and learned English as my second language. I was repressed of the new environment, but after a few weeks of school, I started to receive many support from classmates and teachers. They are encouraged me to maintain the good works and always inspired me with a bright future.

Tradition, Honor, Discipline, and Excellence the four pillars that Welton Academy tries to permanently install into their students. This all boys school is stuck in their ways all with short hair, dressed in suits with ties, and without fail rule followers. The Welton teaches conformity routinely, with little to no parental involvement. The film Dead Poets Society cleverly illustrates the need for healthy relationships with parents and other mentors. Without those the consequences could be detrimental.

On September eighteenth, two thousand one I was born four minutes after five o'clock to my parents Monica and Craig Tonn. I was given the name Valerie because my mom's mom was a babysitter to a girl named Valerie and she had liked the name. I was given the middle name Erica after my dad's middle name Eric. I am two minutes apart from my twin Ashley, and my older sister Melissa is currently in eleventh grade. We currently own two spoiled dogs and one backyard lizard.

Some people give themselves a pep talk before doing anything scary or new for the first time? I have to admit, I am a scary cat, some might say a wimp, but I always try to attempt or overcome them with a complaint here and there. I learn to enjoy the "dangers" and just go with the flow type of girl. I could not be I am without the choices I have made because I have life-changing fear, strong willpower, and open heart to possibility.

If you asked me to tell you how I feel about the 21 years I have spent on this earth I would tell you I feel unqualified. Unqualified to live up to my dreams and other people’s realities. As a child I wanted to do it all; I wanted to learn to play the flute, join little league and save the world all while wearing my bright orange cleats. From all the things I knew as a confident 12-year-old, I knew I would change the world for the better. I wanted to make an impact, big or small. I wanted to be a light in the dark world we lived in, this inspired me to want to make a difference in people's lives, in small and big way. I wanted to share advice, stories and history with people by becoming a writer; I wanted to become a lawyer to defend those

I am the only senior in my high school that is sad about graduation. Ever since I was a child the first day of school was like Christmas to me. There was something so appealing about the smell of the new classroom the shine of the new desks, new people- a fresh start. You could almost feel the knowledge; the new vibrating in the atmosphere. That was the best feeling in the world. I was born with a hungry mind, constantly craving that knowledge, devouring it up like a raging forest fire. The thought of that journey ending devastates me, the enlightenment and moreover, the extinguishing of that wildfire in my mind. Without that flow of learning, I feared the oceans of intellect in my mind would cease to a trickle or worse, dry up completely.

analytics and it poses the risk of “multiple versions of the truth” which is inconsistent (Davenport 29). Finance is a highly regulated industry, and the legal liability of data getting into the wrong hands is a potential risk that prevents the increased sharing of information required to succeed. Each team is only given access to crucial data, and much of it is hidden to other departments. SEI only collects minimal information on its clients, required by regulators to restrict terrorists and money launderers. Investors are also weary of providing details, afraid of their data being sold to a third party or stolen by hackers. The best approach for SEI to develop an enterprise-wide vision is to outsource the creation of tools to an analytics

Besides schoolwork, I participated in a lot of outdoor and indoor sports, including soccer, baseball and taekwondo during my high school years. However, the only sport that I performed competitively was taekwondo, a form of martial art originated in South Korea. I remember for my first tournament, I spent literally hundreds of hours practicing my skills hoping that I might be to claim my first medal. Just right before the tournament, my confident was at an all-time high due to the positive feedbacks that I received from my instructor and classmates. After my performance, I believed I did pretty well and there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to be on the podium. But surprisingly, I was placed 4th when they judges announced their scores.

I remember visiting the community center near my home every Saturday to find some new craft to work on. I have always enjoyed the hands-on experience of DIY projects -- from sewing clothes for my stuffed animals to folding origami animals to creating a picture frame. I remember reluctantly leaving at the closing time only to return the next Saturday to work on something for another four hours. This stopped when I entered high school and volunteering occupied my weekends. However, my love of arts and crafts never diminished.

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.

I’ve had a such a nice normal week…..did I really just say that? I haven’t said that in over seven months! This week and the simplicity of it was something I never expected to really feel again. Tasks such as waking up in the morning, brushing my teeth, and getting dressed are actually easy right now. I can’t help but smile as I write this. I feel so light and airy. But at the same time, I feel another fight coming. The clouds are slowly swarming around me…and surprisingly, that’s okay. I have my armor on and I’m ready for the fight.

Ethan’s apartment was unlike any other she had seen. It was a small studio apartment, but the entire space was a giant piece of art. Graffiti decorated the walls, with canvases that depicted beautiful portraits of different scenes were scattered throughout. Small clay statues decorated most surfaces, with other smaller canvases lying around on the small spaces in between the statues. His kitchen counter was an entire outdoor scene of a family having a picnic.

When I was younger I often felt that I was an outlier, alienated from everybody else because I could speak English and did not have free access to most forms of communication technology because of the way my parents raised me. I was different from the others, the black sheep of all my social groups. I felt alone with nobody who could give me a helping hand or a kind word outside of my family.

I traveled for the next few days alone. It was a struggle to find a source of food everyday. I was running low on energy and feeling dehydrated. It was getting to the point where walking through the sand was a struggle. I have gone without food for the last few days because of exhaustion, but I tried to keep moving. I could feel my body reaching its limits. I had gone too long without food, and the water I had was not quenching my thirst. A short time later, while trudging through the sand, I tripped. I laid there not having the strength to lift my body weight. I could barely fathom how death was so close. I didn’t want to accept it, but I had no fight left in me, no strength. My vision started to go in and out, and I slowly surrendered to

In a series of unfortunate, clumsy events, I found myself walking home at three o’ clock