Personal Narrative: Professionally Not Professional

McCarthy’s findings contribute to the notion, “learning to write… is not only a developmental process that occurs within an individual student, but also as a social process, that occurs in response to particular situations” (236). Although McCarthy only documents Dave as he takes this “journey across the curriculum”, her study is addressing the college student body as a whole. She declares that the success of a student is determined not only by their intelligence, but also their ability to adapt to a wide range of social and academic settings without any negative interference towards their

In my house, the division of labor is kind of simple just for the fact that it’s just my mom and I. Because my mom has a full time job and helps support me, I’m the one who does most of the household work. When I’m not in class, I’m usually taking care of the house in some way. I clean, cook often and make sure our home is habitable. I take responsibility for most of the house work because I don’t want my mom to have to put it the extra hours of work, known as the second shift, like she did when I was growing up. When I was little and my parents divorced, I lived with my mother. She worked the second shift every single day until I was old enough to help out. I could tell working that second shift was hard for her but every day she came home

Lazy, entitled, and narcissistic are just some of many cataloged adjectives used to describe the most recent generation of students. Clive Thompson, a well-credentialed journalist, makes a casual attempt at removing these damaging preconceived views that the young people of today face and challenge daily. However, the succinctness of his piece, “On the New Literacy,” allows the writing to unravel quickly, pulling apart at both ends by committing logical faux pas.

At the beginning of my sophomore year, August 2015, I fractured my left ankle. My second season of cross country had just begun. The whole team had a Saturday practice at Atlanta Memorial Park. We came to this park for a time trial. Not being able to run was going to be a challenge for me. I loved running, and seeing myself not run was going to be hard for me.

Gerald Graff’s “Hidden Intellectualism” goes through many reasons why not being book smart could be a good thing. The sports world is a way of people connecting through the competitive sports that always lead to some sort of debate (268). Graff grew up always liking sports and being “street smart” living in Chicago. He always read sports magazines growing up and realized that reading magazines was a good tactic for schools to teach street smart kids how to write good essays based on their hobbies of reading magazines (265). “What doesn’t occur to us, is that schools and colleges might be at fault for missing the opportunity to tap into such street smarts and channel them into good academic work”(264).

I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.” I breathed out loud. This past week i’ve felt jittery inside my stomach, holding back the smile i’ve wanted to show. Tomorrow was the day it all happened. I held my legs to my chest and thought about all the good things that could happen.

Lani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area. I didn’t know how many people were getting shot. I just knew it’s not good and that we have to be careful. At first, the campus was like we are unsure, just be careful, and then it took some time till I finally got an email that said stay on campus and were held there for about two hours, I just kept recording.

“Set,” Bang! The gun goes off and I quickly shoot ahead of the rest of the field. My strides long and quick as I sprint for the track. I can’t hear anyone behind me, I must be a good 10 meters in front of everyone else. I run around the track and continue to sprint across the field back to the crowd of parents, friends, and girls soccer players who were forced to attend this last cross country meet of the season. As I continue to approach the group, my mind and body turn numb, Everyone is cheering for me, and I realize that I’ll never experience this again. I’m practically floating through the course, still no other runners are near me. That was the way it would stay, all the way through the 3.1 miles as I crossed the finish line in first place, capturing my team’s second league championship and undefeated season.

I can 't remember when I began writing as a hobby, but I 've done it long enough for it to feel like a part of me. Everyday, whenever I have time or am in the mood, I try to write something before I go to bed. Whatever that had been scratching at my brain, or something that I want to experiment, I write down before the thought becomes meaningless.

In the beginning of 2001 I was a SGT in the 82nd Airborne Division, by January 2002 I was standing in front of the Battalion Commander’s desk being read my second Field Grade Article 15 in seventy days. I was being demoted to Private First Class, being sent to Correctional Custody in Camp Lejeune, South Carolina for thirty days and being moved to a new company when I returned. The first field grade was for disobeying a lawful order from three senior NCO’s, the Brigade CSM, Battalion CSM, and my Platoon Sergeant. They had all told me in the same day at separate times to get a haircut and I failed too, the second was for stealing from the company supply room while on extra duty from the first field grade.

My field experience consisted of attending 3 Newton’s high school volleyball practices and the end of the season playoffs. Upon arrival I was greeted by old friends that are a part of the program. The coaches were not there yet so it was the girls and captains responsibility to set up nets and begin practice. The girls socialized for majority of the time and waited last minute to put up the nets. Once nets were up they would began to stretch and warm up then begin practice without the coaches. Again, the girls were more concerned with socializing. Some girls were warming up, some were in the hall socializing with football players, and some were still in the locker room getting dressed. As a whole the girls did not look like a team and they did not look like they were serious about being a part of this volleyball team. Since, I have an unconditional love for volleyball I took it upon myself to gather all the teams and have them warm up as a team.

The person who I am working with is a 29 year-old Caucasian female. She is single with no children. She graduated from college with a Bachelor 's in psychology. Currently she is attending graduate school full time, and works part time for the local city in the sporting events. She is the eldest child in her family, and has one brother and sister.

In my lifetime, I haven’t had the best of luck when it comes to injuries. For example I’ve been burnt a few times, had many cuts and bruises, even had my head split open but one injury that always sticks in my mind is when I almost broke my jaw.

I have learned many of the values, qualities, and struggles of the real world. Even though am eighteen years old, for the past two years I have had four jobs. Each of those jobs have taught me the qualities it takes to live in the real world, but I believe my personality is one of my greatness trait. I am a person who is sociable, friendly, and trustworthy. And the jobs I have had have only improved my personal traits, in every way. And traits keep on improving the more I socialize with people in school, public, and work area. I believe a person should always work, because they can experience what the real world is like. This is the mindset I had going to work. in all the types of jobs I had. This is what helped me and can help others in the same way.

I was 12. The weather hot, schools out it’s the season of vacation. On that day the bell had rang, scorching outside as if I was living in a oven I raced to get home as I knew we where going somewhere beautiful and tropical as my parents described. I shoved everything I wanted to bring in my suitcase I couldn’t bear waiting anymore. Our flight was delayed which made me smoke as if I had just eaten a Carolina reaper. So since it was delayed I waited as if our door was frozen shut. Finally when it reached the next day we woke up at 6 am. Drove to the airport as fast as lightning. Walking through the airport it was as if I was blind I would only hear here where so many people. Going through security was a hassle but as my mom told me “ it was