Autobiography:

First Person:

I've always been an avid student. Growing up, my mother's first love was always language, writing, and reading. She made me read anything and everything you can imagine. I home schooled until high school, and that mainly consisted of me reading whatever I wanted, so long as it wasn't junk (my mother's definition of a comic book.) I consider myself to be a fairly good writer, but I’m also fully aware that I need work when it comes to grammar and punctuation; this is something I’m hoping to get from this class. Though I’m still not sure exactly how to use them, you’ll find that semi-colons are one of my favorite things to utilize. As far as my reasons for wanting to improve my writing: I want to go to law school (my grandfather tells me that writing is the key to success there), and I firmly believe that being able to write well can get you far in life.

Second Person:

You have this idea in your head, of what success is, and you want to achieve that. You know that you don't like to see people pushed around, that you don't like to see others abuse their power and use it to harm people who can do nothing to defend themselves. You've seen this before, growing up in a poor family; you saw the smug looks from others, the cold shoulders, and the ignorant societal abuses that come with poverty. In your family, there has always been one rock, one who could always rise above the fray, one who no one ever messed with; your grandfather, he's a lawyer, and a damn good one and people respect him, and when he walks into a room people rush to help him first. When he speaks others are silent. He's taught you much of what he knows, and you understand that knowing the law, and understanding contracts is the only way to secure your true freedom. For this reason, you want to be a lawyer, so that no one can push you around and so that you can protect your family and friends.

Third Person:

He grew up in the shadow of two men; His step-father, and his grandfather. Both had served in the military honorably. When he graduated high school, the only thing that he knew was that he wanted to qualify himself in their eyes by joining the military. His step-father had made it to corporal the first rank of a Non-Commissioned Officer. His grandfather had been a Sergeant. As he started basic training, his mind was filled with doubt; would he make it, would he have what it takes. Quickly, those doubts would leave; however, as he soon realized that he was starting to look behind him at his peers as he ran. He was surprised to hear his name called at the distinguished honor graduate in basic training. Standing there in front of 4,000 people at the graduation ceremony, he stood straight, as a soldier should, feeling cold steel of the General's congratulatory coin in his hand. In Advanced Individual Training, he again won the top spot as distinguished honor graduate, and his confidence grew. He was assigned to duty in Germany, and was able to visit over seventeen countries while he was in Europe. During his second year of service, he was deployed to Iraq for thirteen months. It was a time great boredom, and sudden excitement. He worked hard, was promoted to Sergeant, and won the Non-Commission Officer of the Year award for his service in Iraq. Shortly following Iraq, he got out of the army after having served for four years. He had accomplished his goals, he had excelled in the military and his mentors where proud of him, and he was proud of himself.