The Impact of Personal Experiences: A Narrative Essay Approach, Study notes of History

Download The Impact of Personal Experiences: A Narrative Essay Approach and more Study notes History in PDF only on Docsity! Writing the Analysis through Narrative Essay This two – three page essay assignment encourages students to move into the realm of higher- order thinking by challenging them to draw conclusions about the value of a personal experience. Most of us can easily recall the facts surrounding a memory of a summer vacation or the first day of work at an after school job. In turn, most of us can communicate those facts in writing in the order in which they happened; however, it is far more difficult to examine and explain what impact key experiences in our lives have had on us. How have they shaped us and influenced our behavior or perspective today? This form of thinking, often referred to as critical reflection, has long been a valuable tool for analyzing experience and questioning its usefulness as it contributes to one’s personal growth. Centuries ago, Socrates noted, “the unexamined life is not worth living.” And, centuries later, American essayist, Henry David Thoreau, retreated to the tranquil surroundings of Walden Pond where he, in his words, wished “to front only the essential facts of life . . . and see if I could not learn what it had to teach.” Yet, we have moved into an age in which distractions—social media, television, video games---often prevent us from mentally processing our experiences so that we might benefit from the learning opportunities they provide. One Student’s Experience with the Analysis through Narrative Essay In her essay below, Faith Scheidemantle, considers how her love of running has not only shaped her perspective of the world, but how others perceive her. I Am Well-Loved Shoes A cool breeze blows lazily through the early morning air as hundreds of runners nervously wait for the deafening blow of the official’s starter pistol. This year brings forth a new group of runners; nevertheless, many familiar faces can still be spotted within the sea of multicolored uniforms. I stand on the golf course surrounded by screaming fans and I think, “Welcome to state cross country.” All four years of my high school career, my dad and I have gone to the MSHSAA State Cross Country meet. When I first joined my high school cross country team, I never would have imagined that it would become such a big part of my life. As I continued to participate in cross country, I started to identify myself through the sport. In our modern American culture, people are encouraged to pursue their individual identity through their passion for something bigger than themselves. My involvement in cross country has helped shape my identity in American society. It is common for high school to be viewed as a time for people to discover their true identity. It is a time to mature and change into a young adult that will meet society’s high standards. Students are expected to leave high school with IQs as high as Albert Einstein’s and ambitions as farfetched as ruling the world. While reaching our full potential, we are also expected to find our place in the small society within high school. My freshman year, I found a place where I could fit in among the hundreds of teenagers in the school. I had discovered a new passion that would teach me countless things about myself throughout my high school career. Pushing through the gym doors, I remember the butterflies exploding inside my stomach. It was my first day of practice, and we were meeting in the gym to stretch before running. The returning athletes viewed me with cautious suspicion as I joined their stretches. I felt like a gazelle being watched by a pride of hungry lions; I was the fresh meat. It was not until we actually started running that I realized that I really belonged with this group of people. With a thin layer of sweat forming on my skin, I started to keep pace with one of the older girls. She seemed like the friendliest and fastest of my predators, so I thought running with her would be the best plan. After that first day of practice, it was clear that I would love to become a part of the team. At the time, I did not realize that joining the team would become a defining part of my future. My high school cross country career passed by in a blur of laughter, sweat, tears, and medals. Teenage girls, many clad in tiny shorts and sleeveless tops, gathered nervously behind the white line that had been poorly painted onto the grassy surface. This arrangement quickly became a familiar occurrence in my life. The spectators were beginning to gather along the sides of the course, waiting for people to run past, so they could scream out their random nonsense. Part of me knew that this was the last race of my high school career, but another part of me refused to accept it. I had come a long way since the day I pushed through the gym doors to meet my new teammates. I had developed from a scared gazelle into a fierce lioness. With each new practice and race, I discovered that I was very passionate about running. After my final race, salty tears streamed down my forlorn face. I thought back to all of the times that cross country had taught me something new about myself. It taught me that I am a fighter who never surrenders and a leader who carries her team with her through challenges; however, most importantly, it taught me that I am a runner. The overwhelming amount of sadness I felt after realizing my cross country career was over made it obvious that cross country had made a huge impact on my life. Somewhere in Camdenton, an old man opened his newspaper and his crinkly face creased into a smile when he saw the young girl running across the page. “Scheidemantle Makes History at District Meet” exclaimed the headline. This random man has no idea who I am, but he was happy for me because of my accomplishments. There are some people who only know the media perception of me; I am that girl from the newspaper who runs track or something. As I look at my own face printed on the black and white pages of a local newspaper, I realize one important factor: this is who I am. I am the strong, dedicated runner that peers back at every individual who opens the newspaper. Without even realizing it, I had created an identity for myself through my passion for running. People who do not really know me still know that I am a successful cross country runner. Cross country has become a permanent part of how people perceive my identity in society. It makes sense that people would perceive me in this way. All four years of my high school career, my dad and I have attended the state cross country meet. Shirtless teenage boys