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.

I lost a job and did not find another one for several months. Once I did and tried to come back I was in 2 different car wrecks with the injuries and pain I was in there was no way I would have been able to complete successfully any of my classes or have them done in a timely fashion the concussion I suffered prevented me from remembering a lot of the time as well as the pain medications in which I was placed on. I tried again once I felt fine enough to go back and then I had health issues which required me to go in for surgery not once but twice. During that time I was not able to complete the classes as well in a timely fashion not only could I not lift my arms above my head but I needed help to assist me to be able to move about and therapy

“Will she ever be okay?” are the words that invested within me through every minute that passed. I could not help but think the world was falling in around me and nothing would relieve the pain. My daughter had something terribly wrong, and all I could do was sit and wonder the outcome of this horrific event. The world around me began to feel suffocating as if there was no way out. I brought this precious life into this world with the mindset that I could guard her from all the cruelty and darkness. My body grew weak with each thought that crept in my mind and I could feel the chills running down my back each time the doctor came with an update. Despite everything that could go wrong, I never stopped believing that with prayer I was not fighting

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

I strongly believe that memories that have been repressed and then recovered should not be allowed in court to prosecute an alleged abuser. This comes mainly from the fact that our memory can be altered. Changes to what we believe we saw can come from another person's observations about a situation or from our own false revision of the situation. They can cause false memories that corrode the accurate ones. In my opinion and from personal experience, if something traumatic occurs, it will never be forgotten even if suppression is used, even if the event occurred at a young age. These traumatic experiences can cause a lack of connection and ill-feeling toward someone or something. Retrieval, which is the process of reactivating information that

Traditional wisdom and modern science both argue for a full sleep schedule for all ages, but, more importantly, a sleep schedule of approximately nine hours for teenagers. Even rest outside of sleep is held as being of utmost importance, since “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” However, there are points in a person’s life, especially for the modern teen seeking advanced placement after secondary school, where it is considered reasonable to trade some amounts of rest for extra work. But I, the idealistic teenager I am, rejected the word “some” as being too compatibilist for my taste and, instead, challenged Jack for the position as dullest, yet highest graded, boy.

Ever since I was young, I’ve had a fear of falling. Maybe it was because as a three year old I rode my bicycle off of the porch and my subconscious remembers it or perhaps my fear is for no reason. But for whatever reason, I’m terrified of falling. So I’ve always been cautious, careful. And that was how it was when I rode horses. I always rode with the reins tighter than necessary, leaning forward. My mom always says that I used to tell her that I did not want to fall off a horse. And to a short little seven-year old without any previous experience on a horse, falling is a very real and terrifying possibility. Especially when the back of the horse is so far from the ground.

“Beep”, “Beep”, “BEEP”, cars honking loud because drivers are not cautious, and also driving recklessly. Years go by and trafic becomes fatal. Living by a busy street can create a feeling of fear to cross the street. As I grew up in North Denver I started to see change, change in a good ways and in bad ways. When I was younger, I used to live right across from my Elementary and Middle school, and all 9 years I never missed school, but that was because I had an advantage of living really close to school. During my teen years I lived across Federal. Federal seemed to get busy every other 2 years. While going to Highschool I would always walk to school, but when I had to cross the busy street I started to think twice about crossing the street

I can remember a time recently when I failed. It was not a task that I failed, or something that I did not do, I failed myself, and I lost respect from my parents. But time heals all wounds, and since then I have regained that respect and trust. Over this previous summer, me and my friends, who will remain unnamed, visited a lake and we swam and frolicked around the nearby dam. Prior to my arrival, I was unaware that the lake was in a private neighborhood, with a strict no trespassing policy. I sped down the path to catch up with my friends and reached the part of the lake where they resided. Past the fence and the no trespassing sign me and my buddies swam for a short time then began the trek back to our cars. Waiting for us was the neighborhood

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

In the picture above is a super sick selfie of my dog Sadie-Bee and I, she came into my life a couple of months ago and since then we have formed a bond that can never be broken. You see, I never really had a connection with animals until I met Bee, she's a special dog. In retrospect I didn't like animals at all really. We share many things in common I think that's why we get along so well, for example, we enjoy going to the beach and playing in the waves together, going to the park for a run, and most of all taking naps together. Juxtapose Sadie and I, were a perfect match. Sadie’s absolute favorite thing to do is going for car rides, in fact, she loves them so much, she will sit inside of my car while i’m cleaning it and she doesn’t get out

I went outside to feed my ducks, dogs and birds. When I was done I went to the front with my sister and brother to play. While we were playing my dogs came outside and started running away but they would come back. We saw my dogs coming back so we went and locked them in there cages.I saw my dad at the back cutting the grass so I went with him. I helped him cut grass and clean our backyard because we were gonna celebrate my 4th birthday party. But then something bad happened to my leg. My dad stopped cutting the grass and then we started talking so I put my leg on top of a lawn mower while it was hot. I screamed and cried because I burned my knee so I went inside to wash my leg so I can

It's the beginning of summer, and Marilyn was really excited. Her plans were to go to the beach and have some fun out of the city but something was going happened to her plans. Her aunt Rosie was coming to visit and when she comes to visit all plans go down hill but Marilyn wasn't going to let that happen this year. Marilyn was going to do everything she could do to not let her vacations plans get ruined especially because her aunt was coming over.First thing she wanted to do is to try to convince her parents to go to the beach and include her aunt.

As a child I never realized the true advantages I was given in life. My understanding of the wonderful things that come from knowing the English language never occurred to me. Being naive, I thought everyone that spoke English spoke it the same, not knowing that dialects even existed. But as I grew older my experiences built how I spoke and I truly began to realize how complex something like being a native speaker of English can be.

Since I was 7, I knew that the United-States was where I wanted to be—where I truly belonged. I watched those movies and TV shows and they created this taste for adventure within me. I was watching pictures of New York City and I told myself: “One day I’ll be there.”