Aa 1.1 Personal Narrative

The wet tiles that were beneath my feet felt cold, and moist. The locker room was filled with the sound of scalding water slapping the tile floor harshly. The room felt hot and humid like a summer day in Florida. I could feel my anxiety burning within me, in the same way a fire burns down a forest. It grows profusely worse as the second hand on the clock above my locker ticks away. I quickly changed into my swim trunks, and crept into the swimming area with fear and anticipation. I tiptoed my way down the stairs that led into the pool. I could feel the brisk water slowly creep up my leg as I forced myself deeper and deeper. I was on my way to my mother who was going to try and teach me how to do a back float. I remember tipping

In the consuming darkness her body began to float upwards. Her mouth was open, letting in small discreet amounts of air, trying to buy as much time as she could before she ran out. Her fragile body was suspended in an awkward posture with her torso jutted forward and her limbs moving like a clockwork doll. Amongst the relentless whipping of the undulating waves she could hear her sister’s scream. She felt herself rise upwards as she continued to flail. She had to survive. She had to somehow reach the surface of the water and survive. She didn’t want to die. Not now. She was running out of air, no longer able to fight the urge to breathe. She looked up to see the sunlight, but she saw none. Then it dawned on her. She wouldn’t make it. She let

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.

I was in 11th grade, and I was taking Latin, which many considered to be a rigorous. I enjoyed Latin because my teacher made it extremely fun, so I was always excited to be in class. We were taking an exam, and my friend was attempting to communicate with someone and I thought she had called my name. As a result, I looked up and nodded my head. After the test, my teacher asked us both to step out and accused us of cheating. He explained that he did not want to embarrass us in class that’s why he asked us to step out after the test. I was immediately offended. I have never cheated on an exam, and after knowing him for over a year and a half I was extremely upset that he would even think that I was capable of cheating.

"I didn't even bother with doing it, I don't know why you did," she said. Emelie giggled.

Once when I was going through high school, it was my senior year and people constantly asked me. What profession I was going to do? I always said I do not know what I am going to do. Then a friend came and said that the A&P mechanics were always hiring. Therefore, my friend and I started talking about planes. I had always been interested in planes; I always wanted to be in the air force, I could not join the air force because of my glasses and medical conditions. When my friend found out that W.A.T.C. was teaching A&P mechanics. He influenced me to join W.A.T.C. to get my license to become an A&P mechanic.

After I got there, the meeting was called to order by the person in charge of the meeting. The man read some things that were in a book, I do not know what it really know what the book was called. Then three of the people that were there for the meeting also reads something to the group. The person in charge of the meeting then asked if there were any newcomers or people attending that particular meeting for the first time who care to introduce themselves only by their first name. Next the person in charge of the meeting made some announcements about AA and the days and times that they have meeting at their location. Then finally, the person in charge of the meeting began to talk on the topic. After everyone who wanted to share, they allowed the

The cool autumn trees blew into the wind and my feet took me slowly to place i didn't want to be. My mothers house.

“Casey, your group needs to do the stunt one more time!” coach said imprudently. It happened March 26, 2015; it was at the end of a two hour practice. During the summer months in South Georgia, it is utterly hot and humid, especially in our cheer gym (a warehouse with no air conditioner); it only has two heavy-duty fans and a roll-up door. With this in mind, my group became slightly irritated. Everyone was exhausted; nevertheless we still had to do the stunt anyway.

I opened my eyes at the bottom of the deep end and saw water swirling around me. “How in the world will I ever reach the top?” I thought. I repeated Emily’s words in my head, “You can do this, Clover, You can do this Clover, You can do this, Clover!” I did what years of swim teaching at Daland had taught me. I pushed the bottom of my feet against the bottom of the water.

I glanced into the water for a moment and I saw myself. This was not just the mirror image of myself, but also a reflection of who I was. This was the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool after all. The cool crisp-looking water contrasted the harsh heat of the day. I felt overwhelmed with panic for some mystifying

As the powerful abyss consumes my convulsing body, my arms and legs propel me through the dark emptiness. The sloshing water lapping my ears, drowns out the sounds of the rushing water above, as I break to the surface. Tackling the sunlit board with one arm and hauling my limp body aboard the smooth, water-beaded paddleboard, a calmness immediately claims me, as I gaze above to the piercing blue sky. As I regain my footing on the wobbling yellow board, I can feel the sun’s rays dance over my skin and dry the water that cascades down my soaking frame. Leaning back and plunging the paddle within the depths of the Colorado River, my sinewy arms mechanically take shape, and thrust me forward.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

Time seemed to slow down as he approached the spine-chilling water. Rainsford could hear the quiet whistling of the air. It almost sounded as if the whistling of the wind was whispering to Rainsford. He was fraling in the air, trying to grasp on to something but everything was intangible. An abrupt sound interrupted the whistling and replaced it with the gurgling from the petrifying waters below him. Rainsford felt the rushing current pull him deeper and deeper into the frigid water. He desperately clawed the water. His feet were trying to grasp the non-existing ground. Franticly trying to get a breath, Rainsford thrusted himself up, only getting a few breaths of satisfying oxygen. Rainsford thrashed the through the rapid waters. He punched

I headed out to the water after setting up my towel. The shock of the frigid water took my breath away and I was momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recovered; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. I waded a few feet into it before leaning forward and swimming out. I didn't dare to go too far though, instead turning to swim parallel to the shore. I was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I looked into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. Just when I was starting to get tired and wanted to go back to the shore, I saw something.