Personal Narrative My goal at Durham Tech is to get my degree in computer program no matter how long it takes me .Because I have great plan for the computer program degree. I want to use my knowledge medical issues and the computer programing to come up the software that can make healthcare more assessable to everyone though mobile app and making healthcare smarter. Before I came to Durham Tech I was working a lot of hour as a Certified Nurse Assistant .One day I was sating at work just think
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Experience 4 – Hike Goolsby 7 Candace Goolsby Elaine Heath English 1020 14 July 2013 Hike I have never been a real big nature person, but I’m that person that never turns down an opportunity to explore. While in California attending a six-month discipleship program, we go on various outings and group activities. One of them was a hike, that is all the calendar said no details or extra information just bring tennis
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1. I have experienced something like what Julian calls a “revelation”. It wasn’t exactly like hers, as she longed for her revelation. I got into a really bad car accident over this past summer and I totaled my car; this experience changed my life forever. It wasn’t a revelation that I was planning for, but nonetheless it happened. I thought I was going to die in that accident, but by the grace of God I didn’t. I have now become a lot more aware of how short life is and how I need to live it to the
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Personal Narrative It’s a starry night on a cold October night, the breeze chilling to the bone. Nights like these remind me of solemn memories and lessons learned in the harshest way. It was around this time about two years ago that I learned to never take anything, or anyone, for granted. There’s a friend of mine I lost to suicide two years ago, I’ll just call her Ashe. She struggled with depression, abuse, and what happened two years ago taught me in the hardest way to not take anything for
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Lindsay Brambley 09/15/2013 Essay #1 Personal Narrative Laura Mack Setting Good Examples It all happened one day in fourth grade. The playground was filled with boisterous kids that scurried around, ranging from third to fifth grade. Half of the third graders crowded the enormous blue sandboxes, while the other half formed lines by the swings. The fifth graders, including Luke Haffman, who I had the biggest crush on, were either playing basketball or loitering by the forbidden tree-line
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Mallory Clester Mr. Hallis Comp. for College 16 January 2015 Death and Being I am an analytical person. Reason is my best friend. Reason has helped me through a lot of painful breakups, family issues, personal struggles, etc. Not everyone has an inherent need to justify and understand every emotion they feel or even most emotions that they feel, but I do. In the midst of a particularly painful breakup, I actually started journaling a sort of question and answer session. I asked questions like ‘what
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Selena Aguilar Professor Johnson ENG 101 5 July 2015 The Struggle of writing Growing up in a family that always pushed for excellence in the classroom made me afraid to come home with anything less than an A. Most of my peers completely despised reading. I looked forward to getting reading assignments. However, I feel that I lack experience in writing, I have a love hate relationship with English, especially when it comes to writing assignments. It is the one and only vulnerable spot in my otherwise
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I was born with a condition known as craniosynostosis. A condition in which a baby's softspot starts to form as part of the skull. When this happens it leaves no room for the brain to grow. So when I was nine months old they had to bring me into surgery and do some technical stuff that I can’t really explain because I don't exactly understand it. My mom as you can imagine was scared half to death. My sister Isla (iylah) being born. I was ten years old when my little sister Isla was born on september
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Kaja Pianko February 8, 2015 St. Joseph School Grade 8 Mrs. Lefebvre Language Arts Breaking Bad or Breaking Good I got so hooked on Breaking Bad. I never wanted to stop watching until I finished watching all the seasons. I told myself, I will watch an episode or two of Breaking Bad and a few YouTube videos after I am done with my homework. Then, I will take a shower. If I have time before my bedtime, which I set for myself, then I will watch another episode of Breaking Bad
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A Father’s Love I was a junior in high school and I had to have back surgery to correct my scoliosis. I didn’t want to admit to anyone how terrified I was going into it because I was supposed to be brave. When we got to the hospital at 5 a.m. and I was changing into the white and blue floral hospital gown, the fear hit me like a car crash. It only intensified from there when the nurse started to prep me for the operation. She rolled her hospital cart in and put the IV on the hanger then swabbed
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Joyride on a Summer Day It was a cool brisk day on a Friday during the summer of 2011. A day to go to tubing with my father, my best friend and neighbor: Jennifer Siv, my sister, and her friend. We were all in the truck, ready to go to Spring Lake, a body of water on the border of Shakopee and Prior Lake. Once we arrived, my sister and her friend blew up the tube, while Jennie and I prepared the boat for the lake. We took off the sand colored tarp, sprayed orange citrus Febreze onto the gold
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Personal Narrative- Track Competition The moment of truth was upon me. The official times, this includes whom qualified for finals, for the 400m relay had been posted. My eyes scanned the page for the bold letters that spell ANDERSON. As I ran my finger across the page to where the times were posted, my ears began to shut out all outside noises, leaving me alone with the thump of my heart and the inhale and exhale of my lungs. Both began to increase in speed as my eyes narrowed in on the time
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Soaring Through the Sky I swipe my driver’s license into the self-check in machine next to the United Airlines counter. For the millionth time, my standby ticket streams out of the machine as I embark on my next adventure. As I lug my bags that pull me down like weight of the world towards the security check point, I don’t know whether I will make it on the plane or not, since my ticket past security is a standby ticket. I rush through the crazy flow of people and get lost in the moment of finding
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Knucklehead Hero I must be crazy, insane, a certified lunatic for what I’m about to tell you. I have been influenced by someone who doesn’t technically exist. I bet you didn’t see that one coming did you. I’ve been influenced by some of my family members as well but the reason I am the person I am today is because of a show I first saw when I was thirteen. I’ll tell you about the people in my family who inspired me first since they were a part of my life before I ever watched anime. I’ll start with
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A Personal Narrative of Race How have I constructed race in my life? To help initiate our conversation about race, we are going to begin by exploring our own history with the idea. This assignment is rather simple: tell a story about when you first became aware of your own race – your “blackness,” “whiteness,” “Asianness,” “Latinoness,” etc . Consider these central questions: When was the first time that race mattered – whether in a positive or negative way – in the construction of
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Anger Will Destroy My family and I survived the attack on Earth. It was devastating, we had to leave our homes behind. Earth was in no state for survival. We left and ventured in space until we found a planet suitable for human life. When we found a planet, we weren’t allowed to set up civilisation until the government had checked if we would survive. This planet was suitable for life, but it was very sensitive to emotions If those living on the planet are happy, the planet will thrive, where as
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Personal Narrative: Gender One of the few I things I think about is gender. Most times when I think about inequalities or issues of some kind they are racial, religious, or socio-economic. However, I do believe that there are just as many problems today with gender as anything else, and the accounts in my gender log can support that. Most of the interactions I had portrayed some sort of gender unfairness. Some of them included some comments made by family and friends, usually on petty topics
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One Injury Can Mean a Lifetime of Changes Soccer fields everywhere in the middle of April in Kansas City, soccer teams scattered across the 15 acre complex, including my team and our opponents. Both teams walked on to the field, looking official in solid colored uniforms, same socks and each team had the same ponytail. We were ready to play. One team in all black and one team in royal blue, warming up with organized passing and shooting drills.[a] Warm-ups had ended, and all of the players
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The Love for the Game I have grown up playing soccer which has become a true passion for me. Being on the field is a moment where I feel like I’m in my own little world. The smell of the freshly cut, green grass is a scent that I will always remember. It’s a sport where it is played in the summer, under the blazing sun which is usually as hot as an oven. Hearing the crowd cheer for my team makes me realize that I am truly a part of something. Those first road trips I took with my team were experiences
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Emily Lupo September 16, 2014 I feel as though I need more description. Hangin’ With Cinderella “We’re almost there,” my mother promised. We had been traveling in the car for two days non stop and although it was incredibly exciting, I was also quite ready to eat some bon bons with a princess. We were headed to Disney World, a place that I was convinced was magical. I had been bothering all the other children and my kindergarten teacher by skipping into classs every single day singing about how
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I arrived at the Four Courts with some of my classmates at roughly 10am. We were slightly overwhelmed and weren’t sure where to go, we looked around and there seemed to be a crowd around courts 44 and 45, two District Court sittings. We enetered courtroom 44, which was full to the brim. One thing that struck me was that there were Gardaí everywhere, and some of the people were quite rough. It was cramped and very uncofomfortable as we had to stand. It was almost impossible to hear anything but nothing
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Outline Topic: My dad developing leukemia. General Purpose: To inform. Specific Purpose: At the end of my presentation, the audience will know how the story of my dad shaped me into having the values of appreciation and staying positive. Central Idea: My dad is the reason for my values appreciation and being positive. Organizational pattern: Topical. Introduction: Can you imagine starting your senior year with everything going for you, and then about three months before the end of it
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It was on a hot June evening when I arrived at the airport, this would be my second time on a plane, but my first medical mission trip. As I pulled into the airport I could see my team waiting for me. It was finally happening, I was about to venture into a third world country. My palms were sweaty from my nerves becoming unsettled, but my eagerness helped overcome them. Once everyone had arrived we headed to the airport check-in to weigh our luggage. We each brought two full suitcases of donations
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Proceeding to a fork, the sight of a yield sign catches my eye. The grinding sound of malfunctioning brakes rattle my ear drums, looking forward seeing the yield sign pass with no hesitation, the accelerating vehicle proceeds to move towards us. I quickly brace myself for impact; I grabbed the front of the dash, and gripped the door handle. Glancing over at Jordan I see no seat belt, because he decided to take it off prior. Quickly both vehicles swerve opposite ways, but still colliding, my body
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CREATIVE WRITING(Goes to a prestigious school to expect competition but instead finds out that all the students cheat and cheat, in the the protagonist gets fed up and tries to deal with the situation herself but fails miserably. In the end she is pressured and turns to cheating so she can maintain her high academic standards) (The protagonist is intelligent, in a unstable relationship with her parents) June 21st 2012, the day I transfer schools to Rosekill High. You may or may not know but Rosekill
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Life Philosophy Narrative Perneita Price-Sylve Counseling 524 February 9, 2014 Brenda Baker, Instructor Final Reflection This life narrative reflection was an interesting assignment that help me define what my values and beliefs measure in my life. What proved to be easy was the “free week” because most individuals (such as myself) have an vacation spot imagined and planned just in case the opportunity present itself. The most difficult, was to see myself as a counselor
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Amplification- adding more information to a sentence to make it stand out more so the reader can relate to it and get more out of it. Apocryphal Story- A unauthentic story, questionable personal narratives helps us relate to eachother and bonds people together in a way where is really deep and it makes us see someone in a different light. Coherence- logically stcking statements together that flow is really essential to storytelling because it helps listeners really get a good understanding
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The year was June 23rd, 1968. It was wet, mucky, and the air was filled with a thick sweat that seemed to never dissipate. We were in the middle of thick, green, tropical jungle in Saigon, Vietnam. Me and my friend Carlton were in a platoon of 6 other men. We were sitting there smoking our cigarettes and telling old stories of the good old days when were back in America. We were sitting on a hill looking down for any trouble and disturbances in the thick, green, leafy brush. Everyone was telling
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be a sudden short-lived interest in school work, a new pair of shoes, a party with my friends, or a call from my sister. The distraction is nice but I know that despair is waiting for me. I guess we all suffer in some way. Maybe this is my own personal brand of suffering. Failing life due to a figment of my imagination. I know that I am important. I know that. But it doesn’t feel like all the time. I am not suicidal. I think that I am self destructive, but I would never just end it. I think that
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LaQuisha Hilton 4 December 2014 final draft essay #2 Adrenaline rush There it stood at exactly four hundred and twenty feet in the air, going from zero to one hundred and twenty miles per hour in just three point eight seconds. On a bright Ohio day, there i stood for hours at Cedar Point waiting in lines for my favorite roller coaster. After driving two hours with my boyfriend, Darrian, we entered the park and immediately got in line. The first ride we rode was the Mean Streak. I love this
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