Personal Narrative-Intellectual Analysis

1. I wrote arguments in my persuasive and literary analysis to fulfill standard one. I used my research as evidence and combined that with my prior knowledge to make educated arguments to support my claims. I spent time going through information and analyzing the information to find sufficient evidence.

I never understood the point of reading. My parents first introduced my siblings and I to its world at the early age of two. We were familiarized with letters, taught to link sound the visual and formed words with a stuttering start. We became accustomed to the quiet of Tuesday nights when my father would sit huddled on the sofa – my mother curled up in bed – his long nose buried in a novel, a black curtain cascading from her head to the pages, morphing into one with their respective books. As the night drew close the browns of their eyes would light up, while my mother’s red lips would quiver with excitement and my father would flash a lopsided smile. “Reading is an adventure,” they’d

I swallowed the cool air and aroma of the summer's morning dew into my hollowed lungs, with the hope to fill them with something as to eliminate the feeling of lonesomeness. At the same time, that lonesomeness was nervousness, but newfound self-confidence had a similar feeling. My palms were clammy and pink as I wondered who would come into my life. Yet I had no desire to develop a new relationship with someone, I only wished to seclude myself with the untouched wilderness. I was young, and I discovered many things while I was at summer camp that helped me grow intellectually. It was solely the minds of others from foreign lands that intrigued me the most. I sought after new philosophies that would aid me in this search for what I wanted to do with my

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.

“Bro you’re like totally hard-core but sometimes you’re flashing the rambunctiousness!” The two most opposite words in the entire dictionary is what I and many others feel represent me best. Not committed, scary, dedicated or strict but hard-core. Because when I’m not focused in on the task at hand, what can you say? I’m just pure rambunctious! However one of my favorite things to live by is probably why I’m a bit “intimidating” or “scary”, I approach everything I do as if there is a winner and there is a loser. In sports if I give it my best effort and lose, I’m not satisfied. In class if I study longer and harder than anybody else and receive the grade I don’t want, then I am a loser, a failure. But at the end of the day I am human, I do

Making this piece was puzzling. I am entirely a person who relies on the approval of their peers, so the process was completed with an emphasis on the people who would have to look at the work afterwards.

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.

event. The fact of the matter was, the men that knew about the site had been killed earlier on by the Mexicans. No one knew about it until, than one US Army Colonel Clayton arrived and asked them why they didn’t use any of the gear in the bunker. Of course, the Marines response to that question was, ‘What bunker?’

Many times throughout my life, I have needed advice from somebody. There are times when I am in a certain situation that I do not know how to handle, and therefore I seek help from people that I look up to. I have been given many pieces of advice that were brilliant ideas and that helped me solve a problem or deal with an issue that was burdening me. One particular piece of advice that I was given was undoubtedly the most important to me and it continually helps me through predicaments that I encounter.

Reflection: it is something I do not get to do often at my own will, but a pressure that forces itself on me at my grayest hours. Here I am, three days after the incredible success of my very first conference; and there is a feeling of dissatisfaction and sadness. My vision for this conference was executed in the best way it could, I had the most important people there, I added to my name positively and again, and I proved to those who looked down on me, that their words are nothing but characteristics I know I am not. But yet, I feel incomplete. In the past 4 years of my high school career, I have acquired the ability to put on events that uplift spirits such as pep rallies and speak up for people who are unable to speak for themselves. My

“I can’t feel my feet, guys” is what I said to my friends when I first discovered something was wrong. We laughed and made jokes as they would kick my feet and say “can you feel this? can you feel this?” Day after day I would tell myself not to worry and that this feeling in my feet would diminish over time. It only took 2 days for the numbness in my feet to disperse to the entire right side of my body. As soon as this feeling had reached my ears I decided it was time to speak up. I told my father what I was feeling and both unconcerned, we had come to the conclusion that it was simply growing pains and that we would keep an eye on it. I felt a sigh of relief as I continued on doing my everyday routine. I thought the feeling in my body would go away but every day the feeling became more severe. I woke up one morning in the middle of the night in excruciating pain and a headache that I had never experienced before. I ran to my parents bedroom in tears. It was only then that we knew something wasn’t right.

Day six was here and we were waiting for the Doctors to make their rounds to us. They came in and told us they were going to hook a pacemaker up to Mason's heart and try to get it started back in rhythm. We waited for the procedure to get done and they said now we wait. At the end of the day they tried taking him off bypass again, nothing had changed. My heart was breaking more and more by the second. The Doctors said they would meet with us again in the morning. We had spent the night in a Ronald McDonald room in the hospital that night to try and get some rest and decent shower. On day seven, May 23, 2010, we headed up to Mason's room. The doctors were already in there and I could see smiles on the nurses and the Doctor's faces.

Growing up and going through grade school, my parent's were never to strict about grades. I guess they just expect that my brother and I do well. My brother always did so well, and I did decent in all classes expect for math. Math and I did not get along so well, I tried and tired to understand but for some reason just wasn't able to grasp the concept of it. I struggled with math all through grade school, I asked for help and was even given a tutor, it didn't help. In high school I failed out of the basic math everyone was taking, and had to be put into a technical math class. I was so embarrassed to be in there, and sadly I struggled in there as well. I never remember my teacher asking if I needed help or understood what we were doing, after

For the period of the course of an creator speak on my state-of-the-art book, I mentioned the pleasure I derive from performing menial and mundane tasks....With ease for the sake of going by way of the motions. Anticipating that remark to be met with confusion-or outright rebellion-amongst this crowd of good-heeled New Yorkers, or with appears that conveyed an "I handiest do meaningful work and never perform mundane duties myself," it as a substitute was met with silent nods of approval. Nods that instructed that each person knew what I used to be talking about. And that a small pang of "Oh yes! I bear in mind doing mundane chores as a kid" swept by means of our collective consciousnesses.

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