Personal Narrative: Find My Voice

The threshold goblin stood before me, between me and the end of my quest. “You are small, you are weak, you know nothing!” He screeched. My blood started to boil and my anger built. I shouted back, “That’s not true! I’ve learned enough to get this far!” The goblin smirked and said slyly, “Prove it then puny human! If you do, I will let you pass and have the treasure down the path.” I considered this for a moment, realizing that I would most definitely impress him with my development and gain of knowledge so far on my quest. “Fine!” I shot back. “Ask me any questions about my academic progress. And I’m sure by the end of this encounter, I will be on the other side of you claiming my well-earned reward.” I could see the goblin was troubled by

Only we can fully comprehend our thoughts and write them down on paper. After writing, we are the only one’s who can grasp the actual meaning of the work. When you are writing about yourself, it is more powerful. The reason being is because you can relate to yourself more than you can relate to another person. You know yourself better than anyone else

Writing has allowed me to find what it is I am truly passionate about. All my life I have wanted to leave a mark in different aspects of society. This varies from environmental issues to everyday sports injuries as a physical therapist and healthy dieting as a dietitian. Writing allows me to show and explain to others that no one has to follow the path of what is considered “normal.” In today’s society there is no end to any situation or idea.

For example I like to write on our journals, and I also have a church journal where I take notes about what the pastor says. I also liked writing the memoir this year. I usually don’t like writing things like that, but this year I did. Something that I hate writing is a poem.

My 6 word memoir does not describe myself, but it does describe who I strive to be. Along with many of my classmates, our generation is made up of texting, social media and a lack of social abilities. We can go days without having a meaningful conversation or one at all and that gets to me. Today instead of confronting people about issues we have with each other, we hide behind our phones and ignore people through what we see as a read receipt. Lately my goal has been to shy away from most communication through social media and actually have a conversation with the people I am trying to reach.

Overcoming “The” Struggle I don’t recall having a hard time learning how to read. It was one of those things that just came easily to me for some reason. For the most part I enjoyed reading as well. The only time I didn’t enjoy reading was when I didn’t understand a certain word or a certain phrase.

It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again. Great! I was thinking. At this point in the game I thought for sure that I would die right there in center field. However, baseball is baseball and things can change rather rapidly.

Personal Statement 1) As an individual I myself had trouble finding the inner leader I have within. Towards the end of my eighth grade year I was given the opportunity to learn about a program called C5LA. After going through the process of the application I was selected for an interview, and ended with a spot in the program. This program focuses on helping students become leaders. This is where I learned everything I know, as well as where I’ve experienced different leadership roles.

It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then. Once, I was inside the blind and the next I was in the cold crisp air. I then saw Dad on the ground cursing himself for jumping through the window.

Writing is extremely comforting to me, I even find it therapeutic. As a young writer, I would write short stories on silly ideas like puppies or flowers because I enjoyed that. As I progressed through middle school, I picked up different styles of writing by reading books from various authors. The more styles of writing that I read, the more I wrote. I used to write about fictional characters and subjects.

This gives me a jump start, or flow of ideas that can later on benefit my paper. In the article, Writing What Matters: A Students’ Struggle to Bridge the Academic/Personal Divide Emily Strasser uses the following sentence to highlight and pinpoint the real true value of writing “Writing can and should be much more than sophisticated sentence structure and nuanced word choices. The devices of grammar and rhetoric remain superficial skills until a writer employs them to express important and powerful feelings, thoughts and ideas” (WaW Pg.200). I enjoy writing about myself because it helps me express my feelings. A paper may include correct grammar and word-context, but until the writer can intertwine powerful thoughts and feelings into the work, the writer is unable to accomplish the overall intended goal.

I enjoy expressing my thoughts in writing. Furthermore, even if the topic is not a personal opinion, I like to embark on the subject with my person opinion, rather than just the content for a subject. Using this allows me a purpose for the writing,

Writing allowed me to be able to release all of my inner thoughts on to a piece of paper. Starting at a young age, I loved writing. I loved that writing allowed me to be able to put all the feelings and thoughts that were flowing through my head onto a piece of paper. Growing up, my love for writing began to fade. All this love that once appeared in my writing, gone.

“A person lives in the present allowing time to only move forward. Don’t allow your regrets to take over, move forward and learn from past mistakes. Learn and do things that you won’t regret. Don’t make mistakes like one class did in the past, don’t repeat their story.”A quote taken from a personal narrative I wrote when I was 15 about my third grade class. When I was younger I was constantly worried over. I was a child who would not willingly speak to others, who would hide in inconspicuous places to avoid them; a very reserved child that created concern in the minds of my parents who recently came to America from Pakistan. I didn’t have many friends growing up, I didn’t socialize much, and I was constantly alone unless with immediate family.

Personally, I know that I use writing as a way to express myself, along with my thoughts. These past few years I have struggled with anxiety, depression and nightmares. For me this is when writing became so important. I keep a journal on the side of my bed at all times. In this journal I write down not only what worries me, but also any dreams that wake me up in the middle of the night.