Personal Narrative Analysis

Jumping about two years ahead now, I have graduated high school; I think I am going to get a job and stay home at home to take a year off of school. A week before college classes were scheduled to start, I signed a letter of intent, packed the car and drove to Williston, North Dakota. While in North Dakota, I was to play softball for the Williston State College Tetons; or so I thought.Within the first two months, I had proved myself one of the best players on the team. However with injuries and asthma holding me back, I was called to speak with the coach one day. The conversation consisted of a general consensus between herself and the assistant coach, that I was not a good teammate on or off the field and I was to return my uniform and my gear before dinner. This moment marks my journey to the dark side; on this day I lost any faith I had. Skipping ahead a couple of months, I came home for Christmas and managed to find myself again; through family, friends, and my spiritual leader. As much as it hurt to bite my own tongue, I typed the most passionate and appropriate letter I could to the coach, explaining why I should be brought back to the team. Leaving

As a 16 year old young man, when I think about responding to a writing prompt asking me to describe an event that I consider a launch pad towards gaining maturation, the first things that should come to my mind are getting my first job, graduating from high school, or being accepted into the college of my choice. This was not the case for me. The event that I feel has marked my transition from childhood to manhood would be the conversation that my mother had with me after the shooting death of Trayvon Martin.

It was a day that I had been waiting for all season, why? Because it meant that the pain was going to be over and it was my final race to prove how good I really was to everyone and hopefully fulfill the goal my coach, school and fans set for me. That morning of October 28th I woke up really sick to my stomach. Nerves were taking over my body and I couldn't sit still. The ride to the course I remember putting my headphones in and zoning everything out and never truly coming out of it till after the race was over. I remember my mom hugging me and telling me how proud of me she was and that no matter how bad my shins hurt to keep running. My coach grabbed me before I went to the starting line and surprisingly said how proud he was of me too, but that it wasn't over so that could change. It was so cold outside and I remember being able to see my breath and worrying that it was going to really effect my performance. I could also see the

A time that a strongly held belief of mine was challenged, was when I stumbled upon an article that spoke of a fusion of religion and science. Growing up in a heavy Christian household and going to a very large church in Michigan, my life was filled with everything Christian, including the idea that evolution was not real. While in kindergarten and middle school I had been told to listen to teachers explain scientific ideas such as evolution, and natural selection, but to not believe them to be true, because God made everything and as such there would be no need for evolution or natural selection to fix things. For many years I followed this belief learning, but not truly understanding material, as I was raised to just take in the knowledge

“I’m the one that’s got to die when I have to die so let me live life the way that I want to.” (Jimi Hendrix). This quote inspired me to do everything that I do to the fullest because life is short. This quote is a great quote because it sums my entire life up in under 25 words. I am writing this letter so that I will be able to help you get to know me as a student and as a friend better. I can’t wait to start this school year off so that I can learn how to do so many different things and help me in areas that I need help on.

So it all starts on a typical Friday morning while waiting in line to get food from the school cafeteria. During the process of picking up my tray, I had a sudden rush of anxiety from the fact that I had not studied my spelling words the night before. With this epiphany, I started coming up with possible solutions. While brainstorming, I received my food and sat down with my friends. The first idea to come to my mind was to study for my test while eating, but I soon realized neither my friends or myself had the words. My second idea was to go to class grab my words then ask my teacher if I could go to the restroom, but Ms. Elrod already had already taken us to the bathroom before breakfast. My third idea was to fake either an injury or illness, but I hated going

As I become aware of the different issues that are happening in Puerto Rico and the rest of the world, I realize the duty we all have to be part of the solution; as a result, this summer I dedicated some of my time to community service. Even though, I had participated in some causes with my school, it was not until this summer that I discovered how rewarding it is to help others. I volunteered in the Food Bank of Puerto Rico (Feeding America), the American Red Cross and Puerto Rico Therapy Dogs. Each of the causes is special in their own way and I really enjoyed working with them.

I vividly remember trying to sleep when the air was heavy and musty, so much so that I was felt like there was a natural order preventing me from breathing enough air to sustain my body for another seven hours. I laid in bed, quietly terrified – wondering if this is the life that I am destined to follow, living in unfinished basements where it floods when it rains too much and bugs crawl along the walls and dressers. It would not be the worst fate but it would not be preferable by any means. Finally, willing myself to step out of bed (again), I grab my half-finished green tea and watch a documentary in the “upstairs” portion (separated by three steps) to forget my worries until the next night. Close to drinking the honey and tea mixture, I see an abnormal shape at the bottom of my mug – a house centipede that was enticed by the sweet honey but unfortunately was unable to escape its viscous grasp and drowned in my lukewarm tea. I didn’t scream, I didn’t cry; all I was capable of thinking

I usually worry about… everything. If one little thing happens then I freak out about it. I overthink a lot of things and that does not help. It usually takes me a long time to settle down after I start to worry.

In contrary to the “traditional” narrative, my aspirations of being a future healthcare provider did not start during childhood. I remember at the tender age of seven and bearing witness to the severe pain that radiated throughout my father’s body due to the movement of kidney stones. That experience, now looking back, instilled a sense of fear in me that lead to the avoidance of any career exploration or opportunity related to healthcare. It was not until college after better comprehending the healthcare system and learning about its inner workings that I began to develop my passion around social change and creating more equitable outcomes in terms of effective patient care and practices. Although, I am unsure as to what role and or, the function

hanging out with my family because I had not yet made any friends. When school started by the end of the first day I had quite a few friends. After seventh and eighth grade I started my high school days at Loveland High School. As a kid I moved around a lot, from small towns to big cities. It sucked as a kid, but in the long run it was good for my social skills. The earliest memory I have of moving is when I was going to kindergarten in fort collins and we moved to scottsbluff nebraska which is where I was born.

Do you know what you want to do when you’re older? It can be hard deciding because everyone pressures you to do the best, but remember that no job is ever permanent. Im still young, but I think that at my age, I should already have ideas of what I want to do/become. The things that I do on a daily basis should somewhat lead me to the thing I want to most. Years ago, I used to say that I want to become a teacher, but now I think I know what I want to do and I hope that I’m successful enough to fulfill this dream; I want to travel the world. Even though I haven't been to many places, my goal is to go almost everywhere once I'm educated enough, and when I have enough money. Travelling somewhere new and learning about the different places excites me!

Since I was a little girl animals have always made me very happy. Around the time I received my first dog was when I was six. His name was Lucky and he was my sweet boy and the minute my family got him for me, I fell in love. He was a schnauzer that was my best friend that I did everything with until he passed and it was a very emotional time for me. Lucky passed around three years ago and lived to only be eleven years old. It was very hard for me to move on but he will always be the reason I fell in love with not only dogs but just animals in general. In eighth grade we were assigned in our English class to do flash cards over the profession we want to be in and go in more depth with it such as how much they get paid, how long will school

As we grow into young adults, we begin to develop and change as individuals. These changes that occur in one’s lifetime can either reveal the better good in a person or the worse. Like anyone else, I too experienced changes as I went from an immature freshman to a developed junior. Most of these changes were beneficial, while others were not. Nonetheless, I feel as though I have transformed into an independent person with the changes I have made in my life.

Growing up in the small town of New Castle, Colorado, my family and I remained very close. We spent the majority of our time together, working and playing around the small ranch my parents owned. My sister and I were just 3 years apart, and my brother joined our family much later. Being 9 and 12 years younger than his sisters, he began his journey much differently than ours. He was spoiled rotten by his sisters while he was young, and when we graduated and moved into college, he was granted the ‘only child’ role. Though this began in a very exciting manner, it became somewhat lonely. My sister and I came back on every break, but it didn’t compare to our childhood days of spending every evening and every weekend sharing the household chores