Divided-Personal Narrative

I’ve been trudging along for what seems like hours. I lost count of my steps sometime after my car broke down. When I look around all I see is an almost tangible grey curtain hiding everything except for a small segment of the highway. As I look forward the dark grey of the asphalt blends into the fog. I have no Idea what time it is when the fog rolled in my phone died. Without a clock, any length of time seems to go on forever, especially when the sun is hiding behind the fog. I just something I don’t understand about my situation, there has been no change in light since the fog rolled in. Same brightness the whole time. It’s almost like it’s not that I can’t tell time is passing. It’s that time isn’t passing, but that’s impossible.

When it comes to what separates me from other teenagers, there would be quite a bit to tell. I would say a major difference which separates me from my peers is my love for barbershop harmony music. I do not have a quartet of my own; however, I love to sing barbershop tags with other friends at church. I set myself apart from the world because of my beliefs: as a New Testament christian, I believe the bible gives us all instruction concerning spiritual matters.

This caused Ethan to begin to think and act as he never had before, which even caused him to almost rob a bank and commit suicide. The pressure from his family for him to become rich, so they could be happy stressed him out to the extreme, and he didn’t know what to do to relieve all the strain that he had to deal with. Once his good friend, a banker, told him secrets to robbing a bank, his mind jumped to robbing the bank so he could just be cheerful and make his family satisfied, too. In the end, though, he realized that his own and his family’s need for money turned him into a dishonest and a man who shouldn’t be

After being pressured to earn a hefty income by his family, he makes the decision to turn in his boss, Alfio Marullo, into the authorities for being an illegal immigrant. Marullo gave Ethan so many things such as easter gifts for the kids, a job at the grocery store, and eventually the store itself. Regardless of these gifts, Ethan still lets his greed and selfishness get the best of him and sacrifices his friend for his own benefit. This is where readers first get a glimpse of Ethan’s self-serving nature. He justifies his betrayal by claiming that he did not scheme up an evil plan, but rather he “watched it grow and only guided it with the lightest touch” (Steinbeck 187). No one knows his involvement in Marullo’s deportation which makes Ethan conjure up the idea that “no crime is committed unless a criminal is caught” (Steinbeck 187). He does not recognize the extent of his terrible decisions and soon causes a domino effect of unfortunate situations. His actions consequently lead to him to provide the town drunk and long time friend, Danny Taylor, the option of suicide. He provides funds to Danny to sober up but deep down Ethan knows what the money is actually for, Danny’s death. Before anyone knew that Danny is deceased, Ethan recognizes that “Danny was gone [he] knew Danny was gone” (Steinbeck 153). Danny’s death altered the presence of Ethan’s

Damn it! (suddenly furiously shaking head) I wish I could go straight to him, and tell him everything. Unleash my hidden emotions, and make things alright with him. (suddenly conscious), but I…I can’t he comes back, each and every time, and I think, I think that’s what’s fascinating about him. He doesn’t do much but when he does, I’m amazed. But I don’t know, what if this messes up, what if I mess up, like Mum and Da - NO! (suddenly enraged). Ed and I are absolutely nothing like her and him, we’re

Franklin Delano Roosevelt once stated, “the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” This quote is a historical quote from World War II; however to me, its significance goes farther than that. This quote is the story of my transition from a child to an adult. I had a phobia of addressing large crowds; the fact that everyone’s attention would be on me was abashing. This was true until I reflected on how my phobia was keeping me back from a lot of opportunities, such as class presentations and future public speaking events. After deep reflection, I made the courageous decision to audition to speak at my eighth grade promotion ceremony. This was quite a leap for an introvert such as myself; however, I persevered my way through the audition and won the role as the MC. The valiant decision to speak at my promotion ceremony has shaped who I am and what I am able to accomplish today.

This post was probably my worst semester of college and I have no excuse for how things turned out with my classes. I'm not going to blame my job or my home life as it was me who failed and I have no one else to point the finger at. I had tried to pass the remedial math course five times previously and I started to lose hope that this one course would hold me back from finishing school. This hopelessness carried into my other courses because at the time I truly believed it was pointless to try in other courses if I can't pass this class that's been haunting since I started attending college.

There is someone I wish was still around from before that is my dad. He passed away in the first week of summer the summer before 6th grade. I lived with my mom until I was 7 then he went and got visitations so he seen me every Wednesday and every other weekend in the summers I was at his house 1 week and my mom's 1 week. Sometimes when he was close to my house or my grandmas he would bring me "care packages" they were mainly toys the one I remember was he was at Walmart and in the middle of the night he brought me Legos the Legos were batman ones. One Christmas he brought my a huge monster truck it was remote control it was about 2 feet tall I had it for a couple years I really liked to do donuts with it in the snow. He had a girl fried and

We all live on this place called earth. Each and every one of us are destined to do great things in this world. We have goals and aspirations that we want to achieve. Some are able to get theirs, before others, but that doesn’t necessarily stop you from claiming your blessings. You have control over your own life. I looked at this story in a biblical aspect. God gave each of us the power of free will. I view the maze as my life. God has placed me at my starting point and it is up to me to start walking through it or sit and wait for somebody to give me that push or else I will I stay there forever. I have to search for what I want. It will not be handed to me . In the book I view the maze as the four characters life as well. In the beginning each of the characters were ecstatic to go through the journey of the maze. They were exciting to search for what they wanted and needed it wasn’t until Hem and Haw learned the hard-way about comfortability. To me the cheese symbolized happiness and your blessings. Your happiness, goals and blessings will not always just sit there. Sometimes they move because they need to. Either you pick up the mindset like Hem and Haw and become arrogant about it or you are like Sniff and Scuffy and know better blessings are coming your way, so you don’t get

I can still recall that day and its scent; the scent of freshly sharpened wooden pencils, disinfectant, old paper, and dust. The busy hustle and bustle of the halls of chattering kids walking to class and teachers shouting in different directions. All of this appeared to me highly surreal; I might have been there physically, but I was not entirely there psychologically. To me, it was all a moving picture in mute. I could see, feel, smell, and taste, but I could not listen. I was only able to perceive gabble, meaningless sounds that were meant to be words, but, unfortunately, did not make any sense.

One Cold and windy morning, I woke up to my brother yelling “YaY, It’s time.”Me and my two brother Justin, and Gio were finishing packing up.My dad and his girlfriend went to get the car, my grandma and grandpa were still asleep.

As a teen, I had seen it coming for years, but never really thought it would actually happen. I remember the thought of my parents possibly getting a divorce, as I grew up hearing loud arguments that would suddenly stop when I walked into the room. I always wondered what if and I considered these to just be thoughts however, thinking about it now, I was preparing myself for it to actually happen.

    On Sunday, March 12th of 2017, I had my first interview with Dr. Isaac Siew, an Emergency doctor, who works in Amarillo, Texas at Baptist Saint Anthony’s Hospital. Mr. Siew and I discussed many of the major topics of Emergency medicine such as, the risks of being an Emergency Doctor, the pros of being an ER doctor, what skills one should have prior to being an Emergency Doctor, and what one does in Emergency Medicine. With each question I gained more and more information on the career that I love, and saw a new point of view on Emergency Medicine.

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.

I had two individuals review my resume from the view of a merchandising and retail field. The first person that reviewed my resume was Tara Derricott. Tara Derricott is the Assistant Trade Book and Gift Buyer at the BYU-Idaho University Store. Her biggest suggestion to me was to add a “skills” section to my resume. She told me that when she helps with interviews and reads students’ resumes, she likes to see a skills section. This is because it helps her see if their personality and abilities work with the company. She also commented that she really appreciated that I kept it to one page. In order to keep it to one page I had to eliminate one of my experiences, which also fixed my experiences to be in chronological order. The last suggestion she gave to me was to change the font of my name to the font of the rest of my resume. Tara Derricott counseled that more than one font and any color on a resume is too distracting for an employer.