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Personal Narrative: My Parent's Life

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On December 12th, 1996, the greatest day of my parents life happened. Their very first child was born and my grandparents first grandchild. I have a younger sister named Haleigh that just turned 16. I am learning more and more about myself the more I glance in the mirror and look back at my past.
On August 11, 2014, the most terrifying and life changing event happened. I was told that we had lost our house and that we had until the 14th to move 10 years worth of junk out of the house. My sister and I moved in with my mother and her parents, and my dad moved in with his parents. My parents could not afford to move directly out at that time. Months passed and then I was told that my parents would be getting a divorce. That was the second worst …show more content…

I am excited to learn how to become more detailed in my writing and to break down information even further. Learning how to analyze will help me with my future career by being able to look deeper into a situation. I am also ready for the oral presentation. Speaking in front of people used to make me scared to death, but now I enjoy talking about something that I am passionate about. I am somewhat anxious about confrontation. I don’t do well with others asking me questions about a topic that I don’t know much about. I don’t do well with others getting defensive about maybe a statement I made or someone not agreeing with a comment I made.
In this class, not only do I hope to make an A, but I also want to be able to dig deeper and not just look at the outside.
I value an instructor who enjoys coming to his or her job. I want to be able to tell that they have a passion for what they are doing and actually enjoy teaching. I also value someone who is a passionate about helping his or her students grow and learn. I had instructors in high school who did not care about teaching their students. They were just there for a paycheck and because it was their job to be there. In my Final research paper I have many different topics I could talk about. I was thinking depression and teen suicide. I want to learn more about the signs of depression and how to help prevent it. I also want to look at what triggers depression. I want to help teens

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