Personal Narrative: Latin Weekly Testing

All my life, I was always told that I was so smart and advanced for my age. Everything came easy to me: math, writing, reading, sports, and even playing many instruments. All this came with little work. So I seldom ever had to study or practice for anything. This occurred all throughout elementary and middle school. I was even placed in honor classes, yet those classes still turned out to be quite easy for me. I had nothing less than an A, but that was all about to change once I got to high school.

Flashback to my junior year. I sat quietly in my AP Lang class as my teacher, Mrs. Fisher, announced that the reading competition between the language arts classes called for the book count for September. She stood at the board, marker in hand, staring out expectantly at her large class. Hands shot up across the classroom, and my own nervous hand rose up to join them. Mrs. Fisher happily chalked up the small fortune of books that our class had read.

I think I am a good reader. I think this because my Lexile reading level is 807-957, which I think is pretty high for a 6th grader. By the end of the year I would like to increase my Lexile level to 980-1,000. The way I can achieve this is by reading harder books and having to understand the harder books.

Today was another busy but fulfilling day. I got checked off with my head-to-toe assessment. I followed my regular nurse, Nurse Clea. Since I mostly knew the routines of my patients, I started by doing rounds. I checked my patients one by one to see if they were stable and responsive. With Nurse Dre Dre, the night nurse, I got to do suctioning, tracheotomy care and start feedings. I feel like I’m getting confidently effective with my communication skills everyday that my I’m learning and enhancing my nursing skills. I was able to educate a family member who was not wearing protective equipment inside an isolation room the importance of wearing one to prevent the spread of infections and promote wellness.

As a Cuban-born woman, my expected role in society is clearly defined; my thoughts and personality have a mold into which they must fit. However, a month before my fifth birthday my family made the decision to move to the United States and in doing so liberated me from these expectations and gave me the freedom to explore my own interests and beliefs. Ten years later, they were making preparations for my Quinciañera. Due to my Cuban heritage, my coming of age was set to be commemorated by a very long and very expensive night of food, dance, and family. For the same cost as the down payment on a relatively small house, I would be given the opportunity to put on a show in a dress that restricted my airways and provide food and drink for about

I would start off by stating that this is my second attempt at trying to get into the Riordan Scholars Program. Last year I tried,but unfortunately you guys didn 't get the transcript. From the response that I got when I was told that I wasn 't invited,it seemed as if you guys were trying sort of inviting me back to the program. Like I stated before this is my second attempt at trying to get in.

I have cheated at several points in my life, from spelling tests in first grade, to worksheets in ninth grade Physical Science. The most recent however, was on a Spanish test just this year. My uncle just died, so I haven't really been able to think of anything as being very important. One of these unimportant things on my mind was this Spanish test. I was completely unprepared and I didn't really have the will to actually make myself do it, so when I went in during second period to take my test, I had absolutely no idea what any of the answers were.

Appendix D contains ten sentences in which my transferable, content, and stylistic skills were applied to an experience which occurred in my life. This is exercise 6-4 in the textbook. My transferable skills included “coached”, “listened”, “helped”, and even “evaluated”. It would seem as though I should be in a profession where listening, helping and evaluating are all integrated into a day’s work. By being a physician, I would be “coaching” patients, in a sense, by directing and guiding them back to their normal health state. I would listen to the everything the patient has to say about their injury and then properly evaluate the injured area. Patients care about being listened to, and having their expectations met. In Appendix D, “individuals”,

LA Spirit! While i have so many things i’m passionate about the thing that comes to me the most is my city. Los Angeles has been so good to me in the concept of sports. As a young kid growing up in South Central, all i would think about was what LA team was being broadcasted live. This was around 2005 so you could imagine what was around at the time.

day would offer a real-life test. As Carla Berkowitz walked up to classmates Jessica Quaggin-Smith and Max Kazer on Monday afternoon at Lake Shore Park, not far from Northwestern Memorial Hospital, she noticed a shirtless man in gym shorts and black sneakers leaning back on a nearby bench with his head tilted back. "He looked really uncomfortable. His mouth was open and he was just in a really awkward position. Something didn 't look right, didn 't feel right to me," said Berkowitz, 23, who lives in the Gold Coast.

“Four AP classes is a lot,” my parents warned, reading the list of courses I would take in the fall. “Are you sure you can manage that?"

Every Moment Counts I hug her knowing that this will be our last. Tears are streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks, staining her shirt. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I don't understand why this is happening. Out all of the 7.28 billion people in the world, why did it have to be her?

I have grown as an academic student in college and career readiness, as displayed through my English 101 class. This was my third college class on the campus of Los Angeles Mission College, so I thought I was prepared and ready. Yet in my English 101 class I had to come up with my own prompts for my essays and merely came into class to listen to lectures on the basics of English. This was the first class that the teacher did not give me the rules on what to do for the assignment, I had to come up with it myself. Professor Diaz-Cooper did not hand out How-To papers or grading rubrics - she expected us to know and acquire all this information on our own. When I turned in my first paper, I received a “D” for not having proper MLA format. She told

Sarah, I usually sit up straight and at times, lean forward during my asthma attack. I try to take deep breathes as possible and at times, it is difficult. Mccall (2007) showed an experimental exercise, “Ujjayi Breath.” Sit in any comfortable position or lie on your back, inhale and exhale through your mouth while imitating the deep, sibilant breath (Mccall, 2007). By taking slow, deep breaths with open mouth and then exhale.

From the time I was born I have been surrounded by sports. My dad tells me that while my mother was giving birth he was watching the Major League Baseball all star game and she made him turn it off. My middle name is Brenden, named after the now retired hall-of-famer, left wing, Brendan Shanahan. I can remember being in love with sports for all my life. For birthday parties when I was younger I would have all of my friends come over and we would play pick up baseball games. For about three or four years in a row my mom would take me to the Whitecaps game for my birthday. Baseball was not the only sport that I loved to play or watch however. When I was around middle school age, my dad would take me with him to my uncles so that I could help him with his fantasy football drafts. When we had giant family reunions all the men ever talked about was sports and their favorite players or coaches. I attempted to stay included in everyone of those conversations. This led me to start collecting and observing statistics for lots of different sports. I ranged from watching documentaries on the best