A Brave New World-Personal Narrative

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

What Italian explorer Amerigo Vespucci coined "The New World" was now overrun by man-eating zombies. It all started in Chile and Argentina; news of a highly infectious pathogen had begun spreading at breakneck speeds. By the time epidemiologists had discovered the cause of this pathogen it had already spread to the Western half of the United States and was making its way east.

People are prone to others, to hold onto ideals they cherish the most. We as human beings need some sort of physical form to attach ourselves to no matter what circumstance may be presented in front of us. Love is just one of the many presented circumstances that require such attachments, the purest and most in depth circumstance that anyone could ever be a part of. The characters within the story “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love” are considered to be within the boundaries of an in-love relationship. They show the differences between couples, the good and evil, and even what the betrayal of previous marriages can do to a person’s ability to fall in love again. There is one key to being able to succeed without probable cause to

I think that my family realized that I had crossed the threshold between childhoods when I began to form my own opinions. This first took hold when I took part in poverty stimulation at my local shelter. I was giving a character and a story behind the card I was given; the story made me become emotionally attached to this name I had been assigned and the family in which I came from. The experience made me question the prejudice of the society I was living in. How many times had I avoided eye contact with the people on the side of the road begging for money? I began a long journey of soul searching and questioning the beliefs my parents had raised me on. My thoughts were continually brought back to a book by C.S Lewis, it was called Out of the Silent Planet; a character named Weston believed that individual human lives don’t matter, they must be sacrificed to save mankind.

Walking home from school one day, I looked at the ruins that lay around me: houses, offices, roads, all destroyed because of the war. I wondered why it started. The war had been going strong for three years, and didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon. Brushing away my thoughts, I noticed an old lighthouse beside the ocean. Jogging towards it, I wondered why I had never seen it before. It looked ransacked, with both doors kicked in and the windows at the top shattered. I began to get a bad feeling about going closer, but shrugged it off and started to look inside.

My flyer3000 landed on an area of dark green, soft blades after flying for 60 hours. The captain calls this place earth, whatever that means. In the distance, I hear voices that sound similar to my family’s except these voices are higher in pitch and fast in pace. If one does not listen closely, these little voices become high-pitched jumbled noises that make no sense. I peek over this tall and wide brown object that prevents me from moving closer to the voices. The sight surprises me. My captain showed us pictures of humans but none of them were miniature versions. There were many tiny humans of different colors running around with pointy cone-shaped head toppers. These looked dangerous, but no one seemed bothered to take them off. I also

My grandparents on my mother side are both Christians. Since I was 5, they had told me many stories from the Bible such as: God created the world, God loves all the people including me, and God gives his only son to save us. Even though I didn’t fully understand the truths about God in that time, these messages had heavily influenced me on building my worldview.

“German, can you share with the class on what your opinion about the topic is?" - sentences like this is what shut me down as I went through an adventure called life. Growing up, I have always been a person who was terrified of public speaking. This fear was a giant brick wall in my life, blocking me from opportunities at school and outside of school. Opportunities such as giving my opinion on a specific topic or meeting new people. This brick wall was soon to be destroyed.

The trailer door fell in front of me and made a thud as it hit the grass, suddenly the dark trailer was lit and my horse was illuminated, as he began calling out. I undid the “butt bar” and walked into the trailer. When I got to my horse, I took the coarse leadrope into my hands and untied it from the old rusted eyehook wedged into the board in the corner. Each step backwards off the trailer brought us one step closer, quit possibly into the beginning of the rest of our show lives together. I looked at Bailey, he threw his head up like a sports team throws up their fists at victory, and I gave him a solid nod.

It was a sunday morning. My dad came into my room to wake me up. So i got up and got dressed. My mom said to me, “there is a horse show today.” I replied back, “ok are we going to pick up Stu on the way there”. My mom said yes. So i went outside and helped my dad hook up the trailer.

As I walked behind a red bricked wall thru a gigantic hole, there was a whole different world. A world of imagination, magic, and creativity, walking into this small little town I notice the smell of brewing butter beer, which made my mouth watered on the other hand while looking thru old chipped painted windows and seeing chocolate frogs, as well as Bertie Botts jelly beans, made my mouth water even more. Moving on, I looked up I saw dark yellow, pink, and blue crooked buildings with windows full of darkness. Shifting myself to a different position I saw a slanted cream color column with a narrow door, above the doorway carved in stone, it said Gringotts Bank at the top

One day in an advanced world where everyone has powers and half of the united states is gone because of nuclear war and radiation four friends go on a journey to discover what types of powers there are. The four friend’s names were Leon, Goku, Zero, and Chi-chi but her real name was Chiane and they all had mixed powers Vince had poison and water, Goku had Saiyan powers the reason we called it that was because there was an old show called dragon ball z and the main character and his son could go super saiyan and it kind of looked like that when he used his powers, Chi-chi had the power of flames but everybody just calls her a pyrokinetic, and me I have transformation powers, elemental powers, and I’m also a telekinetic.

The world exists to be explored. I moved to the United States in the April of 2015, finally getting the opportunity to explore the world. I was born and raised in India, and after living in the same city for over fifteen years, I was itching to travel, experiment, and explore. While feeling completely intimidated by the sheer size of the country, moving here was liberating, in a way. I could meet more people, eat different food, and visit new places.

The possibility of a change in status in a relationship means that one of the parties found that the relationship was not benefiting them enough to continue working toward the end goal of love. Kierkegaard also states, “ even the classic description of a friend as ‘another self’ only serves to demonstrate the depth of self-obsession found in friendship” (Cowley 19). By seeing others as another form of ourselves, we are actively looking for people who mirror our better qualities, or the qualities we value at that time. Philic love encourages individuals to find people who they have mutual interests with and form connections with them. This actively searching for like-minded individuals narrows down the opportunities for moral love.

It was the morning of October 8th, 2016. I was only a few hours away from officially turning seventeen years old. We had decided to head over to Disneyland to celebrate such an occasion. So at about 8:15 or so, we took off in Dad’s Chevy Cruze to make our merry way there. And the whole time we were on the 101 Freeway, my heart was thumping furiously with pure joy and excitement.