Sample Personal Narrative Essay

Janelly Jimenez LSAC #L33002690 Narration (Description of what is being seen and experienced) Unable to open my eyes, waking up trying to identify where I was, pedestrians stared, pointed and yelled "Oh! My god. Call 911". Cars drove by. The sirens were heard but not spotted. What Happened? Where was I? I wept as if the entire world, and all of its beauty, had come to an end. And in a way, it had. On the night of April 7,1997 my thin body flew from the backseat passenger side of a Nissan Sentra crashing through the front passenger window onto the roadway of Old Town, Staten Island. I woke up on a hospital stretcher perplexed, unaware of what had just occurred. I had partial vision. My eyes were filled with shattered...show more content... Finally I arrived home after two long weeks. I attempted to return to normalcy without my nurses at my bedside. But I couldn't. At the age of 7, I was confronted with the biggest decision I would ever make in life. I had to determine if I would adapt to this physical change or let it plague me for the rest of my life. But how and where would I begin? My life had changed direction at such a young age; literally. I had to learn how to function using my left hand opposed to my right. I worked on my penmanship day and night it was quite frustrating. My occupational therapists helped me with writing exercises. I slowly adapted to my new lifestyle. I bathed and fed myself. One of my biggest challenges was learning to tie my shoe. I could have used curly shoe string but I wasn't too fond of that idea. I wanted to learn how to tie them myself instead of asking someone. I decided to use the tools I had available to me in this case it was the rest of my body. With the help of my jaw and left arm I was able to tie my shoelaces. I wasn't able to tie them standing but I lifted my legs while I sat toward my face and I was able to successfully tie my Get more content

Example Of Personal Narrative

Born in South Philadelphia in 1979, I was raised in Passyunk Homes, an urban housing project community geared towards low–income families. As the youngest in a single–parent family of three children, I grew–up in a very loving home with a mother and family members that continually stressed the importance of both education and strong family values.

With very little financial resources and a great deal of patience and perseverance, mymother made it her personal mission to ensure that her three children received the best possible education and opportunities available although we were considered low–income living in a community that was oftentimes ignored or forgotten. I will admit that my mother was truly skilled at politicking to ensure Get

I am the son of a naval aviator. By the time I was 10 years old I had lived in five different states and attended three different schools, each with a regionally varied curriculum. Just as I began to forge friendships, my father would receive orders to deploy to a new station. My family existed in a continuous state of change; new house, new towns, new routines. I found it difficult to make friends, noting I would likely have to soon say goodbye. My body also felt the strain of the continuous relocation to different environments. Transitioning sometimes took a year or more before I was fully adjusted to my new home.

My family always tried to make each new journey an adventure, but fully recognized and deep down understood the challenges in...show more content...

My 4th grade teacher told me daily that I was unable to continue at the educational level I was accustomed to in California. She wanted me to stay in line with the academic pace of my peers.

Many of the other children I met in Oregon had been friends since the beginning of their schooling experience. I was familiar with the difficulties I would meet trying to be welcomed into their existing groups, but as a child, I didn't fully understand this dynamic and thought my trouble fitting in was something inherently wrong with me. Separated for my differences and labeled as "other," I was often rejected and isolated.

I searched for inclusion. My continuous transitions helped teach me that there was always something I could find in common with someone else. I used my curiosity to rise above feeling alone and began to seek out one thing each day that would bring me closer to someone. Sometimes it was easy as wearing the same shoes, or playing the same videogame. I embraced humor and found a way to laugh at myself, so that when others did, it didn't hurt as

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It was the summer of 2006 when my life took its first unexpected turn: I was seventeen years old and diagnosed with endometriosis. After I came out of what I thought would be an exploratory laparoscopy, doctors explained how they had to perform a left–oophorectomy secondary to a large endometrioma. I was devastated. However, what was most shocking to me was the fact that it was done without my consent or any prior explanation of the surgery's possible outcomes.

Eventually, I recuperated well and came to terms with my diagnosis but my life was about to dramatically change. Only 10 months later, during my second year of medical training in Venezuela, the situation in my country had become too unstable and my parents made the difficult decision to immigrate. I had not only to leave my home, family and close friends, but also restart my medical training in the United States. My devotion for medicine and providing care to the underserved gave me the strength to continue my pursuit in becoming a doctor....show more content... I was ecstatic but still unsure as to what specialty I wished to pursue. It wasn't until I rotated through Obstetrics and Gynecology that I found my new passion in life. As I learned about the wonders of pregnancy and birth, my interest and enthusiasm grew strong. I had the privilege to deliver beautiful babies into this world, and felt thankful to care for and accompany their mothers during this process. I also scrubbed into multiple C–sections and major gynecological procedures that put my surgical skills into practice for the first time, allowing me to realize my desire to become a surgeon. In clinic, I was enamored by the ability to offer women of all ages, not only effective treatment but also preventive Get

I came to the United States at a very tender age, 13 years old, without a family member so I was residing with my father's friend. After I graduated from high school in 2007, at the age of 17, my guardian decided to move back to Ghana so I was here all by myself. I wanted to go to college as that had always been my dream goal. I was therefore admitted to Medgar Evers College, where I am currently attending, in fall 2007. Unfortunately, life events caused setbacks in pursing myeducation and finishing on the right time. As a teenager in a foreign land all alone without a family and undocumented, life was unbearable. I was working so hard to solicit funds to pay for my rent and tuition; I was paying tuition out of pocket as I did not qualify

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Everyone defines himself or herself by something, whether it is their sport or their best subject or their favorite club. I am not excluded, and despite my involvement in fencing and my love of biology or my involvement in the International Baccalaureate at my school I think of myself of something else. I am above all an independent person. This is something I have carried with me for most of my life and education, as it came about when my father was deployed to Afghanistan during my fifth grade year. This was the same year my brother went off to college for the first time, which left me as the only male in my house. I was too young to realize I could not be the man of the house; in my mind, I had to try to be. I began doing more dishes, dealing...show more content...

I have a history of actively going against my parents. I stopped playing soccer as my sport, and I refused to participate in any sort of musical practice or learning. When I got to high school everyone expected me to get into drama or choir, as that was what my older siblings had done. I again astounded my family by choosing to get into journalism instead. My most recent dismissal of others' wants was when I went against my mother's want and got into the International Baccalaureate program at Pueblo West High. These are all examples of my extreme independence, of my need to blaze my own path in life against the expectations of my predecessors, but I did not simply refuse what other people wanted because it did not come from inside myself. I joined Troop 3 with my father when he returned home from Afghanistan, and I am still an avid supporter of scouts and soon to be Eagle today. A few years after quitting soccer, my parents approached me with the possibility of fencing, and to this day I enjoy the sport recreationally. I do not turn away suggestions or assistance simply because I have a need for independence at a basic level, but I do so when I decide it is not what I really

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What Is An Example Of A Personal Narrative

Name:Ayonna cameron Date:August.26,2015

Course Name:Oral and Written Composition Personal Narrative I always read about people going through things like this in books and movies but I never thought that I would be a victim in the twisted novel called my life. In 2013 I went on a field trip with some of my 6th grade classmates and teachers.We were on our way to West Virginia. I was kind of scared but at the same time I was happy because I was taking a break from doing school work. When we got there we walked up to the cabins and started unpacking. After that we all walked back down so we could go horseback riding me and my friend Arianna was scared because we ended up getting the horses in the gate. Me and her were scared because we thought there was something wrong to why they were not outside the gate like the other ones. After all that horseback riding we...show more content...

As it started coming down, instead of getting it in the bottle, it ended up on the floor . I was so scared that if I told her the truth she would get on me so instead I just started wiping up everything making sure none gets into the crack of the floor.We all said ВЁOhh SNAP!ВЁ my friends started spraying perfume as I was cleaning it up. When my teacher walked in that night she took a sniff and said ВЁwhat's that smellВЁ I said ВЁthat's all that perfume all that perfum they was sprayingВЁ. The next day I woke up I thought everybody forgot about it so that night we went to the campfire and made s'mores until it started raining and everybody started running everywhere as we got back to the back room they said ВЁPICKLE JUICE ВЁ everybody turned around and said "who are you talking to "one of them said i'm talking about Ayonna we all started to laugh we through the bottle away and before we I walked down I wrote a letter that said "I use the bathroom on the floor so watch where you step you might just step in Get more content

"Would you rather surf in Punta Cana or hike the Appalachian Trail?", the anesthesiologist asked. To humor him, I replied "Hmm, I would probab–". Following an 8 hour anesthesia–induced slumber, I awoke to blinding lights and inaudible conversation from surgeons. Akin to the seasonal migration of birds, high school students use their Spring Break to tour prospective colleges. Due to an appointment with Johns Hopkins Department of Plastic Surgery, I was unable to join the flock. Meticulous surgeons were tasked with removing soft tissue from my right thigh, and placing it into my left cheek to add symmetry. I was born with Goldenhar syndrome, a congenital defect that is characterized by asymmetry of the face. The surgery that occurred during Spring Break of my junior year was not the first of it's kind, but one of the last. Furthermore, Goldenhar was a rather sneaky diagnosis, being that it flew right under the radar of every prenatal ultrasound....show more content... Soon, my mirror checks became enjoyable. It occurred to me that I had missed 2 weeks of school and was extremely behind. Every time I sought marginal productivity, I became fatigued and made my way towards a couch. All of a sudden, a fuse went off in my head and I buckled down and got to work. In the span of 2 days, I wrote a 2,000 word essay for AP Seminar, finished a debate project, and performed 56 mirror checks. Before I knew it, Sunday evening had come, which meant 12 hours until my return to school. An elongated gauze pad was still required to cover the wound under my chin. I was self conscious for the first time of my life. That night I went to bed praying that the swelling would be gone by sunrise. When Monday morning came, I instinctively checked a nearby mirror and noticed a slight improvement, but "bloated" was still the accurate adjective. Insisting to drive, my mother and I made our way to South River High School

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I was only three years old when my parents decided to move. I have a younger brother who was only five months old before the big move; my older sister was seven. We lived in a quiet residential area of Peru where it never snowed or got colder than 70В°. To my parents, America represented new dreams and endless possibilities for their children. My mom was especially keen on having us learn English. I don't recall much of my childhood in Peru, just flashes of faces here and there but I really grew up in America. This country became my home. (A couple years later we welcomed a small shih tzu who we now call Caramel.) I define my life in two ways; before I played the violin and after I decided I would make it my career. I was a very stubborn child,

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I am Muslim Not a terrorist and I will not "go back to my country". My family fled war–torn Somalia my father is a journalist and got threatened by the al Shabaab terrorist group telling him to stop reporting about them he feared for our families safety. His bravery was rewarded by being offered a job in America to work for a journalist government company. One year later he brought my mother, my siblings and I over. I went to public school and was given strange looks, as if I was an epidemic. It was hard for me to adjust to the U.S I wasn't accustomed to the language and strange food. My family eventually got used to living here I moved schools a couple of times and every time everyone would ask the same thing "just take that off" And "why...show more content...

I used to be ashamed of my hijab the kids would often stare and I was tempted to snap and tell them to mind their own business.Then I found something to distract me from all the hate learning. I was reading chapter books meant for 5th graders in 1st grade I was ahead of my peers and participated in school spelling bees. With all this going on I still managed to find time for my prayers and reading the Quran. I became more invested in my education earning high marks and almost always 100% on tests and exams. Somehow I managed to squeeze in social life but I only associated with my friends at school. They would often invite me to birthday parties and get togethers but I would always have an excuse not to go. I would rather be working on my essay and reading in my my house with the company of my family. Family is a huge thing to me and I would choose them over anything. I helped out around the house but my parents would always give me time for me to study. My teachers always praised me and everyone called me teachers pet at one point I felt so pressured by my classmates that I would "dumb down" to fit in. I lost my way confusing my teachers and parents. I barely prayed or read the Quran and I felt myself straying further and Get

Image nine resonates with me because it represents women "taking a seat at the table" in business and I believe more women need to be at the table. The photograph showing a woman in the back row reminds me of a theme from Sheryl Sandberg's book, Lean In, where she urges women to take a seat at the table versus sitting on the side of the room. After graduating from Smith College, where I was empowered by intellectually curious and ambitious women, and then transitioning to banking, a male–dominated industry, I recognized early in my career how few women there were in executive roles. As a career driven woman I became inspired to change the status quo and promote the career advancement of women. In my professional career, I have taken several...show more content...

I learned that the bank sponsored employee led groups and I was passionate about creating a group to support women since one did not exist. I formed and led a founding committee that was successful in fulfilling the necessary requirements for approval and funding. These responsibilities included creating a charter and bylaws, demonstrating firm–wide interest, and proposing future programming to support our mission. After gaining approval and funding from human resources, our founding committee secured Senator Kirsten Gillibrand to speak at the launch event. The launch for our group was so popular that we had to a find a new venue to accommodate the 100+ employees who wanted to attend. Next, we obtained the bank's chief technology officer as our executive sponsor, the only female executive. After the launch, I went on to lead programming, which included organizing "Lean In" circles for women at varying levels, a roundtable chat with our president & CEO, and lunch & learns with our chief technology officer. Within the first year the group grew to over 100 active Get more content

Personal Narrative It was the year of 2013, I was going into 4th grade and school was just a month away. But it wasn't the 4th grade that I was looking forward to, because my family was moving to a small town in Wisconsin named Mosinee. I grew up in a suburb just on the outskirts of the great city known as Chicago. I loved it there, and wanted to live there for the rest of my life; I guess my parents didn't exactly feel the same way. Little did I know that this move would shape my personality and change me in many different ways. And ultimately, to make me a better person as a whole. When I told my very few friends that I was moving, they always asked why. I really didn't have an answer and didn't think about it that much. The day eventually came, and we had all of our stuff was ready, my family was ready, but I wasn't. I couldn't imagine a life without my normal friends and my normal school, and didn't realize that this move would be one of the best things that has ever happened to me. After we gave our hardest goodbye, I started my journey to my new house. I tried to stay optimistic, but that was very hard because I new that I wasn't going to get another friend until school started, which was a month away. I also don't have a relationship...show more content... There was one more problem too, while I was friends with Mathias, I didn't have any other friends. So I made it my mission to find my new Mathias. There was one kid named Cole Holtz, I told him about how I used to live in Chicago. He found my story very amusing we hung out more and more. We are still friends to this very day, and I find it incredible how a small story could spark a greatfriendship. He eventually introduced me to his friend named Caden Hrebik. Caden was a shy kid like I was at the time, so we got along very well. We called ourselvesthe three musketeers, and it was the of something great, for

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My life experiences that set the seeds of my desire to work in the broad field of Social work were multifaceted to say the least. From the age of seven I was harshly and subsequently abruptly introduced into the Social services/ foster–care system in a poor small town in rural Louisiana. Bouncing from foster home to foster home for various reasons until a match was found. In hindsight this seems like a food bar version of an organ transplant.

Making life more complicated, but nonetheless educational, an enlistment into the Armed services quickly ensued my eighteenth birthday. Desperately grasping for the deeper need for a family bond and acceptance. While serving in the Army, I was injured overseas. As a result of those injuries, I am a

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Exercise 1 (Part 1 ) really grabbed my attention. The scene involves my character hearing a sound of an intruder breaking in and my character plays the intruder.

I was having the usual morning, dropping the kids off at school and then off to work . After work I hurried out the door to pick up the kids from school and drop them off at my mothers and then to my night classes. When class was over mymother called me and said she would keep the kids over night . This gave me some well deserved me time. When I drove up to my garage the garage door was open, I was not sure if I may have been rushing this morning and left it up. I did not think it was a big deal. I opened the house door and went upstairs to take a hot shower. While in the shower

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Example Of Personal Narrative Individualism

On a typical March evening in Naples, I was introduced to this world– not the one in Italy (I wish) but in Florida. Unfortunately, my residence there was only temporary because I skipped around from place to place several times in Florida. In retrospect, however, I can credit my current "rugged individualist" character to these times. The "rugged" part did not until later though, so I was a bashful little boy until then. Anyways, there were several mornings while enjoying my Corn Flakes where I told my mother that I did not feel well so that I did not have to go to school. She did not ever find anything wrong with me, so I would reluctantly pick up my oversized, black book bag and start my day. Consequently, this shyness is what led to my isolationist character, which I did not truly break until the age of around 15. So, in Florida, I lived until the age of ten and I was a "special", devoted introvert.

After Florida came Houma, Louisiana, home of the nothing extraordinary. I lived in Louisiana for a year before...show more content...

All my life, I found respectable success with grades. However, my dad never really mentioned anything about it. In ninth grade, I managed to pass the first two quarters with perfect grades and finally my father acknowledged it. He only said, "I'm proud of you, son," in his typical monotone, ostensibly–angry voice, but it made my mind click as I sat across from him in our poorly–lit kitchen. It was like as if an old, rusty engine in my mind finally turned on after years of refusing to do so. I find it quite interesting how a few words can do so much to another person. From there on, I decided that academic success would be my chief priority. As a result, my determination to become someone my parents would be proud of heightened to unprecedented levels. I became as "fired up" as the Mad Hatter is after gallons of tea and ready to take on the Get more content

Example Of A Personal Narrative

My road into choosing medicine has been a turbulent route, but the bumps and hurdles along the way have created defining impressions on me. Over the years, I have been pushed and pulled into and away from being a physician. I interest in medicine initially sparked my high school friend asked me to take his job in doing his father's, a primary care physician, paperwork for the year. I was in need of some gas money, so I gladly accepted. After signing towers of paper work regarding HIPAA, I began doing the simple task of scanning medical files and typing them into the electronic system. I slowly began to grasp the various procedures and medications and drew lines between symptoms and diagnosis. Hours would pass by, before I realized how late

All throughout my life, my mother has been my guide, my mentor, and my best friend. During my freshman year at Montgomery Blair High School I had decided to try for the girls' varsity Lacrosse team. When I shared the news, my friends flooded me with questions as to why I wanted to try out for the supposedly "white" sport, and my parents simply did not understand what the game was. The phrase "white" sport was not unjustified as there were only two black girls on the team. Playing lacrosse became the first step to my isolation from my team, my friends, and my family. Finding equilibrium between school and lacrosse became challenging and quitting seemed like the easy way out. Seeing that I was overwhelmed with the draining practices and my school

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Accomplishments: I have been a member of seven different clubs during my time at CHS, and I am currently involved in three, (Chelan Project, Interact, FBLA). I am also a member of the National Honor Society, and I am the ASB executive secretary. I have a total of __ community service hours from a variety of events. I also give up my last class of the day and most Sunday mornings to do an unpaid internship with my church. Serving and giving back to the community is one of my biggest passions, and I do this any way that I can. Attached is the list of events and hours that make up my community service portfolio. As far as sports go, I have participated in cross country, basketball, and track. I've lettered every year of high school track, and I went to state for the 4x2 relay my freshman year. Story: Growing up, there was one phrase that I remember hearing all the time: Everything happens for a reason. Simple enough, right? Well, I grew up in a middle class family with both of my parents and four younger siblings. Our white–picket fence and silver mini–van were stereotypical evidence of how put together our lives seemed. At the time it was easy to see that everything happened for a...show more content...

One morning in Mexico I specifically remember waking up and having possibly the biggest epiphany of my life: If not for all of the unfortunate events I had endured, I wouldn't have been in Mexico at that moment working, helping, and learning. After that trip, I realized that my passion was helping people. A plan for my future began take shape in my mind as decided I wanted to go into the Peace Corps after college. I got more involved helping at church on Sunday mornings, and I looked for more opportunities to help the community. Life didn't get any easier, but I did my best to escape a difficult home life by staying busy volunteering and surrounding myself with passionate

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My academic journey from music to applied gerontology were the culmination of challenges, stressors, and investments in time, money, and resources. However, the enlightenment, achievements, and people who helped me reach self–actualization of my goals were worth the scope of work and level of effort. The people I am obliged to are acknowledged herein.

My gratitude to Music Directors for allowing access to their musicians, and to all participants my gratitude for your time to share your values and beliefs in the role of music over your lifetime. Your storied lives will help to build a base of knowledge on healthy older performance musicians' lifelong learning of music, wellness, and resultant happiness for current and future generations.

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The music knowledge I achieved directed my career path from music performance to the pursuit of applied gerontology to give back to America's older population, who guided my childhood development in healthy aging and music.

My appreciation to Jylisa Doney, the university reference librarian who data mined the world's peer–reviewed journals for salient qualitative literature for this dissertation.

My appreciation to Peggy Cossette, Assistant to Dean Margaret Fitzgerald, for her professional administrative assistance, which reduced my stress throughout the doctoral program.

My appreciation to Angela Geraci, a former classmate, whose camaraderie buoyed the stressful challenges of an applied gerontology program that became defunct soon after our first semester in the doctoral program; we persevered and overcame the challenges put to us.

My gratefulness to Retired Chaplin Richard Indermill for providing my housing while I pursued applied gerontology doctoral programs in the U.S., and writing a proposal to win the VA's approval and invitation to work with combat veterans suffering from deliberating chronic post–traumatic stress Get more