Personal Narrative Analysis

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2010 to 2012 were the most influential years of my life. This three year period marked me becoming a teenager, my transition into high school, and the year my family grew with the adoption of two children. When my family of five expanded to seven my life was changed forever. They showed up and I grew up. Born thirteen months apart, Onna Irene Schultz and Reilly Emerson Schultz came into our lives within two weeks of each other from an adoption agency in Kansas. There are no words to describe the flow of emotions that followed. I finally had a sister and couldn’t be happier. This wish come true soon became a nightmare. With the addition of two babies in the house stress was everywhere. My dad, a full time manager in retail, couldn’t get the

Personal Narrative: My Journey To Hawaii
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2005- My parents found my name on the Cottage Hospital wall, where I was born. 2006 - The reason I went to Hawaii when I was so little, is because Americans Airlines let children under 2 years old go to any destination for free. 2007 - Kid’s Love Soccer was the first time I played soccer.
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Personal Narrative: Being Alone In Middle School
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This was the year my grandparents whom I basically lived with moved out of state. My mom was working constantly because she had just gotten her first medical job and my step-dad was in prison. I was 11 maybe 12 and I had to grow up pretty fast in my neighborhood. For the first time I would get out of a new school without having my grandma there
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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The purpose of a dyad paper is for two people to connect to one another to become better listeners and to work on becoming empathetic. For this assignment I chose Nikki as a partner. Both of us agreed that we would stick around in the classroom since it was a comfortable environment for the two of us to speak freely with little distraction. When speaking with Nikki I think I perceived what she said very well.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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On, October 16, 2000 I was born and I was a big baby. When I was a little kid I lived in Mexico. At the age of four I moved to the U.S. I have lived in Texas, Tennessee, North Carolina, and South Carolina. My favorite place of all has been North Carolina. While I was living in Tennessee at the age of about four and a half I met a kid named Kevin and he has been my best friend ever since.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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When I was six my blood was 92% Hawaiian Punch, 7.5% Slim Jim proteins, and .5% trace amounts of assorted Pringles flavorings. Every summer I underwent a similar transformation when my mother dropped my sisters and me off at my grandparent’s San Francisco apartment while she worked as a waitress on Market Street. Caramelized corn and sugar coated treats cleansed my sisters and me of my mother’s oven-baked broccoli and kale catastrophes. Words such as saturated fat, 5% real fruit juice, and high fructose corn syrup will forever define my childhood. Fast forward a decade and, while I vaguely recall marathoning the Powerpuff Girls and smuggling truffles from a closet, I remember two facts of life my grandmother taught me as clearly as I remember my own name.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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A foolish teenager daydream especially for me is to become independent, which requires numerous stepladders and most importantly bravery. Primarily, it includes a stage of getting a license in which I consider it so essential. From the time I realized that American teenagers were capable of getting a license once they turned sixteen, I was constantly counting down my special day. Wistfully, I did not receive my license until I was eighteen due to my demanding schedule from school and sports. Since then, I have been driving everyday in the summer as well as in the winter.
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“This is a toilet snake” my mother stated as my sister and I stared incredulously at her. My sister, skeptical and repulsed, challenged my mother with a: “And you expect us to use it”? “Yes. If you ever live alone you’ll need to be able to take care of yourself and your household”. Practically in unison, my sister and I rolled our eyes and sighed.
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It was a hot summer day in Atlanta, unlike no other, but it was the day that my life changed. My childish screams of pain occupied the air of every house in the neighborhood while my blood flowed out of my head into a kiddie pool. I had jumped headfirst from a blue porch railing into the kiddie pool sitting in my driveway and after passing out, I awoke in my mothers lap with a towel pressed against my head and I was immediately filled with disappointment. Lying there covered in blood, tears, and shock, I realized that I could no longer be a Power Ranger.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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It’s the last week of summer before senior year. Technically, you know that it’s a week like any other. Seven days, one hundred and sixty-eight hours, 10080 minutes, and a shit ton of seconds. But if it really was like any other week, there’d be no point in lying awake in bed at 3 AM.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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Some years later my parents divorced, my mother married with my stepfather who was attending same church. I moved to Texas after several months, but I was powerless as an Asian girl without education. I felt helpless. Then, In the church, people helped me to pursue higher education. They helped me learning English and cared for my family.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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Decisions It’s been about three months since I started saving up for a tractor. My dad said that a tractor was one of the best things that he ever bought. He said it was great because I didn’t have to be sixteen to drive it,or I didn’t have to have a drivers,lisens to drive it on the road. One morning my dad was on his computer looking at tractors.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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“There is no need for you to be so stressed, just relax,” my parents told me. I’ve heard those words so many times it has become an echo. Their body language shows indifference in the way they brush it off as no big deal and how their body position stays the same. They don’t lean in attentively or reach their hand out to comfort me. I can’t be stressed, but I’m expected to reach the high standards my parents hold for me.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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No one should ever have to go through the pain I have been through. It was August 10, 2002, My mother had to have an emergency c-section. I had died right before, but came back. Over a course of 2 weeks I had died 4 times, but that’s not what this is about. This is about how I hurt my arm.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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Part of my childhood was spent in Charlotte, the golden preschool years as I like to call them. Most of that time was spent sailing on Lake Wylie, and general toddler nonsense. I have always looked back fondly on those years, which is probably why Davidson felt so warm and familiar. I lived in a similar town, on a similar lake, and in the same city. Davidson feels like an old home, complete with the gorgeous lake for sailing, and the city where my parents would take me on the weekends, and where my little sister was born.
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How Moving Changed My Life
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When I was around one years old, my family of four relocated, and this move would change all of our lives. Had we not moved, I would be a completely different person. The experiences and incidents we have as babies and children are the most influential things to our growth and development. When my family first arrived to America, the first places we visited as a family was a park my mom visited often growing up.
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