Personal Narrative: Why I Am A Phoenix

Narrator: It was a cold, rainy night in the middle of the Chihuahuan Desert. There was a run-down, isolated shack roughly 200 miles away from the Mexico-U.S. border. This is where the coyotes live. Jasmina knew that she would have to collaborate with these men in order to have any fighting chance of surviving the dangerous journey into U.S soil.

Starting high school can be a little scary, especially when you have no guidance from siblings, like me, being the first one from my family to have an education. But that did not stop me from succeeding, I?ve always been confident and determined. I?m an enthusiastic when it comes to trying new things. Who would have thought I was going to be a good athlete plus a book geek, when in my past years I was just a regular kid. I was pretty excited about joining a club that had a connection with high school, that way I didn?t have to start from zero, I always want to be a step ahead. Fortunately, in summer, a high school coach was recruiting freshmen for running either cross country or track, they both involve running, so I considered it like the same sport with different timing. And this is when it all started. Running

It was a hot summer day in Arizona me and my cousin were outside playing football when his dog Jack managed to open the backyard gate and get out.When we noticed we ask everyone in the house if they had seen him everyone in the house gave us the same depressing answer we were afraid of they said no so the first thing we did was open the front gate and take off using our feet and try to catch Jack.The first place we saw jack was in between a street called E.Jefferson as soon as my cousin saw him he bolted to try to catch him but he got cut off by the passing traffic jack also bolted and ran into the alley we used the fact that jack was in the alley to our advantage we ran him into a corner and trapped him,but jack was quicker and ran right through

The year was 2005 and I remember how excited I was to be starting first grade; a new teacher, new friends, it was going to be an exciting year. I had only been in school for a couple of weeks when Hurricane Katrina made land fall decimating the Mississippi Gulf Coast. I vaguely remember boarding up the house, and packing clothes and important items in order to evacuate. After two or three days of travel, we ended up at my grandparents’ house in Cincinnati, Ohio. It was while I was in Cincinnati that I was introduced to community service. After learning about the major devastation that Katrina caused, my parents could not just sit and do nothing. Over the next couple of weeks we reached out to family and long time friends to raise donations of clothing and supplies. I distinctly remember, one day, my mom’s former college roommate and her family pulling up with a huge

There were several times in which I felt like it would be easier to give up, but I knew I needed to get my diploma. The odds were against me . . . “you’re not going to graduate, you’re never going to do anything with your life,” my father would say, when we’d get into a disagreement. As much as I despised such words; eventually, I welcomed them with open arms. They sparked a motivation in me that I never knew I held before. I couldn’t wait to show him and everyone else who had ever doubted me, that I would

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

My seven and a half years in the Army were well worth my time, and I am a proud veteran of the United States. After my sixth year in the Army, I decided that I have served enough and I needed to move closer to my family. I have satisfied my want to travel both near and far. My academic journey was not easy, but unique to me. I will never forget the first time I received a low GPA and failed my first class. It did not stop me from pursuing an education, instead it was a learning lesson. I took every negative outcome and turned it into a positive one. I became desperately devoted to my education because I saw knowledge as the key to freeing myself from the chains of

My role in the military has not had the advantages of going to school as often as I would have liked. My final push to complete my program was abruptly interrupted last year. I was notified on March 2014 that I would deploy to Afghanistan on May 2014 to support SOCOM for 12 months. This was a similar setback on top of others in the past.

My Signature Themes are achiever, arranger, responsibility, input, and significance. Each of these are very significant in defining my strengths and showing me how to best use my strengths in my future. My first strength was achiever and this is representing me as a whole, and is what I use in everyday life. I am a driven person who wants to accomplish many things and I visualize my life as a mountain that I will overcome every day and at the end of every day I will have a beautiful view of what I have accomplished. I use every day in events such as: relentless volunteering, working long hours and everything is done with an impeccable sense of satisfaction after completion. My second and third strengths are arranger and responsibility. These

Growing up in a very traditional Asian household, I was pushed every day to achieve any goal I sought out to accomplish. Whether it was playing piano, practicing the viola, or studying for school, my parents were always supportive with any goal I had in mind. One of the main reasons why I am who I am today is because where my parents originated from and their desire to follow the American Dream for not just them but my sister and I.

In one of my recent fellowship group meetings, we were studying Acts 16, and it was pointed out that Paul and Timothy kept going back to places, regardless of the rejection they often received. Their tireless efforts paid off handsomely, rewarding them with the salvation of many souls, for which they always gave thanks to God.

Today was my first time visiting the Wild At Heart which it's located in Cave Creek. I’ve always heard nothing but great things about the place. I was really looking forward to volunteer there for my spring break. Because of the fact that I wanted to learn more about the wildlife of birds that inhabits Arizona and the social issues that is involved in it. So I’ve grabbed my stuff to prepare to volunteer for four hours straight.

I’d like to say good afternoon, (or whatever time of the day it is), basically I just want to explain myself a little bit; just the part why I am so nice. If you really do not care it is alright with me, just stop reading here, I completely understand if you do. To get back on topic, let’s start with one of the biggest misconceptions, the reason why I’m so nice. It is simply because it’s the way I was raised. I was told to be nice to mostly everyone, due to the fact that you don’t know what is going on in their life. The other reason is that I hate seeing others having a bad day. It’s just my personality. I’m not being nice because I think your daughter is a “catch”, I’m being nice because it’s just the way I am. Then the other side

At work, I belong to the coffee club and the water club. I do not even like water or coffee I just wanted to belong. At home, my cupboards are filled with many cups. Cups I bought at Disneyland, Universal Studios, museums, and from some musicals, I have attended. I buy every cup I like at Starbucks, and when my family sees a cup, they purchase it for me. I give my family cups, and my favorite friends cups. Even though I have many cups, I drink from a Styrofoam cup, because I do not want to wash my cup. I want to fill my cups but I am not willing to wash them after I use them. This is just like my life I have many hats and many jobs, but where do I truly belong? Where I am at peace, and where do I best sever the Lord? I surround myself

You want to know what shaped/molded me as student. Wow, that's a funny qurstion! I believed I didn't know what made me who I am, but as I look back and forth, I realized, it was me. I am my own motivation. I don't look up to anyone, I just look forward to something. I am a believer, dreamer, achiever, and wonderer. As I look around me and see how my family and others of a different and same ethnicity living their whole life on a budget, barely making ends meet, I tell myself I will be better and become better. I will not let my surroundings select or change the way I am. When I was younger, I believed everything would just come and fall into my arms. I wanted to be all of the occupations I seen on TV. I planted in my head that I would be a