Personal Narrative Analysis

My heart was beating and my hands were sweating. My teacher asked me a question and I wanted to cry. I didn’t know how to say my response in English and was afraid of the other kids making fun of me because I thought my accent was too strong. All the students stared. “Just answer the question” one girl murmured. Every day I’d sit in the same seat without talking. And even though I had spent a month in the same classroom I felt uncomfortable being there. I moved to the United States from the Dominican Republic when I was twelve. I knew the word for “mariposa” was “butterfly,” and I knew how to introduce myself, but that was about all. Some people would even become frustrated due to the fact they couldn’t understand me, or the other way around. Knowing how they felt about me not being able to communicate made me want to shut myself off from them.

This article got me thinking. I had face situation in my life that because of my bad grammar I had let go of great opportunities. English is my second languish and I thought that as long as I knew the basic I would be ok in life. But as I got older I started seeing the pattern of negatives effects of my insecurity of grammar. My return to college open my eyes to a better potential in life just by continually a proper college education. When reading this article the wheels of my brain started spinning. The first image that pop in my head, was my children trying to mimic all the YouTubers online with their in style vocabulary. Then two little boys appear in my head, two little boys that I saw ones about 10 years ago for about 10mn. I have forgotten them, until

The sun had just gone down and the chilled winter breeze had already begun making its way through the poorly insulated trailer walls. It was only a matter of time until the unbearable, freezing air engulfed the entire structure. Yet, instead of panicking, my brother and I changed into warmer clothes and headed into a cramped bedroom, where a transportable mini-heater would see us through another night. This was the sad reality of our situation. My parents, who in hopes of working as field hands came to the United States with no formal education or training, could never dream of properly supporting our family of five. Earning pennies, my parents quite often had to choose between purchasing propane to heat the trailer or buying rations of rice

At some point in life you may come across difficulties. I knew that I had a major complication in Italy whenever I first stepped onto the foreign soil and had to fend for myself. I could even go as far to say that I had to transform into another culture in just hours. Before I experienced it first hand, I would not have realized how problematic a language barrier can be. Language barriers keep you from experiencing all aspects of life, communicating with other cultures, and can also put you in unfathomable situations.

Sitting down on my black cushion chair in front of a large desk. Reading a long, elaborated chapter for anatomy class. Words and more words are accumulating on my brain. “Did I understand? What about the cavities?” Going back, back and back again to the same paragraph making sure I understand better all those long anatomical descriptions of words that I’ll be only using during class time. Eight years ago a very calm sunny and windy day, I am sitting down on a big sofa next to my dad reading a small and very simple book called “Look” three to five words per page which might have seem simple, but for a person that does not speak English every word sounded as if they were written so only a scientific and philosopher would understand. Confusion

At the age of 8 I was troubled at school; I remember I would get bad grades and constantly get in trouble by my teacher Ms.Rogers. It was hard for me to study and write especially since I come from a family who only spoke spanish at the time. My brother and sister never bothered to help me in school because they had their own lives and were always busy. It was hard for me to do my homework so i never did it or tried getting good grades. During Second semester of my 3rd grade year we had report card pick up and Ms.Rogers (sitting by her desk full of papers) greeted my mom and me as we walked in. Ms.rogers had trouble explaining to my mom that i needed extra help or i would end up in summer school ,so with tears in my face i had to explain to

I have waked up the same way for the past 5 years, early, tired and with sore muscles. I have learned over the years that being a tri-sport athlete isn’t easy and there is a lack of much needed free time. I’m constantly busy and the schedule gets routine; wake up, lift weights, attend school, go to practice or games, then to work or religious education, and finally go home and do homework. I can’t say I don’t like it because I love sports and I am willing to make the sacrifice. It ends up being a lot of work and a little play, but the play sure is worth it. Every moment spent with my friends, the memories that are made, the wonderful experiences, and the knowledge I gained are all priceless.

When you look back on your life, what do you remember most? Personal achievements fade from memory as you age; setbacks and failures aren’t there; arguments argue their existence away; simple daily tasks blend together and take care of themselves. Only one thing remains – moments of fulfilment. Some things make you feel pure joy, but you wouldn’t want to do them again. Fulfillment is different. It’s when you’re so unbelievably happy you could do that same thing over and over again for the rest of your life.

The first few times mother let me go to Walmart with her it was amazing to see all of the choices- Now, it was just part of my normal life. My little sister, Xiaozhi made it worse as she experienced the thrill of going to Walmart for the first time that I had felt. I tolerated it since being fourteen now, I knew what goes on in a four year old’s mind. Being almost a decade older, it was harder to connect with her, though I was glad mother and father finally paid and prepared for a second child after all these years. It wasn’t that we couldn’t afford it- it was because of the one child policy that made Xiaozhi wait for a decade.

I attended this forum on Tuesday, January 24, in the special collections library right behind Morris Hall. There were around 20 people total in the discussion, and we had a very balanced, spirited debate. I throughly enjoyed this event because it allowed me to learn a lot about events and ideas that are very important in this time, and it allowed me to hear and learn about a lot of different view points and opinions these controversial ideas. I believe that part of the beauty of UGA is in its diversity, and that ability to have such a diverse mix of people really added to our debate and the experience in general. I believe that the ability to have such a civil and lively conversation is something that will be crucial in mending this split country.