Personal Narrative Analysis

I could write all day long about certain times that I nailed a final, or got above a 3 on an AP exam, or any other academic achievement. Not to say those aren't measurements of hard work and shouldn't be celebrated, but rather, none of those experiences make me unique as an individual. At this point in my life, every single person has worked hard to reach this educational level; I find greater validation in awards that can't necessarily be represented on paper. Perhaps one of my proudest moments was being able to finally utilize a foreign language. Years of practice allowed a barrier to be broken, and I was able to communicate with other humans in a way that my other classmates could not. My freshman year of high school, I took up French. I

was immediately drawn to phonetics in the speech, and the history of France itself. I constantly practiced speaking outside of the classroom, listened to French music, and watched movies with French subtitles. When a school-response trip to London and Paris was announced, I was ecstatic--not only to leave the country for the first time, but also to use my new asset in a practical setting. I had only been learning French for three years at this point, and was definitely choppy. Sometimes, not even my teacher could understand me, which made me reluctant to talk to a native speaker.