Essay On Personal Narrative: A Day In East Tennessee

Though I spent my entire life living in North Carolina I never thought of myself as a Southerner. My understanding of the Southern lifestyle was quite limited; there is an emphasis on family solidarity, and self-sufficiency with an agricultural backdrop that is part of their essence. The South is not simply a location, manners or customs it is a way of life. Hearing the childhood details of a favorite professor allowed me to envision a picture perfect life under the shade of a magnolia tree and little southern girl who grew up to be a Sandhills Community College professor, Mrs. Cole.

Well the week of our trip to Memphis Tennessee had finally arrived ! My colleagues Beverly,

A saying i've kept to myself is to get back up when knocked down. This saying doesn’t just stand for getting up when literally knocked down but can keep a deeper meaning than what it says as for example being knocked down by a difficult obstacle to overcome and getting up to find a way to get past it and achieving it. Some people may not see this as something important but they don’t think about how getting up after knocked down can be something that can or would have been like a positive outcome into their life and how they are given two choices when knocked down which is to stay down or get back up and continue going forward.

Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.

This year’s family vacation was one for the books. With my aunt living in Tennessee, we do not get together as often as we would like so my family decided to go to Nashville, Tennessee. When we started our trip, it was 6 a.m. and it was nothing short of fun and laughter along the way. Never having been to Tennessee before, I figured I’d enjoy the eight-hour ride of sight-seeing and laughter with my family. When we were a few miles into the trip, the mountains of Georgia were breathtaking. While I was enjoying the scenery, another thing that I found enjoyable about this trip was the conversation that I had with my family. We went on talking about life in general, all the struggles, and childhood memories that we had. We even talked about years

The greasy scent of cheap burgers and fries wafted into the car as we pulled into the parking lot of a Wendy’s, right in the heart of who-knows-where, East Tennessee. I couldn’t contain my excitement as I rushed my 12-year-old self out of the minivan and into the palace of grease. Clad in ratty sweatpants and a t-shirt with my hair pressed down from my prolonged use of headphones, it was evident that I spent long hours sitting in a car, asking “if we’re there yet” too many times to count. In this moment, however, carving up Snowshoe Mountain on my snowboard didn’t seem as exciting as the machine that stood across the room. Standing tall, shiny, and red, the Coca-Cola Freestyle soda fountains were in the early stages of being released, and

You know what is really fun... doing what I did this summer! What I did this summer is go to Tennessee cabins. Tennessee cabins is a huge cabin of choice you stay in for as many nights as you book. The Tennessee cabin I went to was called Majestic springs. Majestics springs had a four jacuzzi baths ,and a hot tub.

Kansas City born and raised in rural Indiana, I did not live and grow up in the same house as most kids around here do. I’ve moved twice in my lifetime and couldn’t be more grateful that we did. My family has made southern Indiana our home now for the last 15 years. I’ve played multiple sports here and with each sport I made more and more friends. When I go back to the city I was born in, I think about how different my life would’ve been if my parents hadn’t decided to move. I would have never gotten the chance to wake up and be surrounded by corn fields every day. I would never have been able to ride fourwheelers in my backyard, mow grass on a riding-mower, or even have a garden. There is privacy here, whereas neighbors in the city can see

Ever since I was able to write, I documented my everyday encounters. My journal expanded alongside my writing skills. However it was until college that my true passion for storytelling unfolded. My freshman year, I declared my major in journalism. I craved getting out of the college bubble and actually going into the community. Listening to stories about people within the community excited me, and I thrived off being able to rely this new information back to the public, especially people within the college bubble. This past year I was able to publish some stories about volleyball and softball games in Ole Miss’s newspaper, The Daily Mississippian. Currently I am a member of the Native American Journalist Association, working on a project about

I am Denise, and I peacefully reside in Columbus, Georgia I am married and have two daughters who have been a wonderful support in my ambition to obtain an MSW degree. I recently moved to Columbus, Georgia by way of Chattanooga, TN where I worked for a community based agency that provided services for the adult mental health. As a case worker, I traveled throughout the mountainous areas of Tennessee. also known as the Rolling Hills of Tennessee with san mountain and Lookout mountain being most commonly known for its steep twist and turns and where I conducted most of my visitations. In meeting individuals that resided in very rustic locations, I gained awareness of the lack of available resources for lower income individuals

On September 21st, a group of classmates and I joined Dmitry for a Tennessee soccer game versus Auburn. We met up at the college of business around 6:30 pm and he drove us over to the soccer stadium. Over the course of the night we talked about campus life, got concessions, and, most importantly, cheered on the Lady Vols!

Upon meeting with the SCCBOE this past weekend in Bluffton, we were told by the interim dean, Dr. Lawrence Gordon, that all candidates that were supply pastoring would need a letter of recommendation from their respective presiding elders in lieu of a letter from his/her pastor. On behalf on my brother, Rev. Damon Thornhill and myself, we would like to request a letter of recommendation. If anything is needed from either of us, please feel free to contact us at any

Have you ever been in a car for 13 hours well I have trust me it’s annoying. Anyways my family decided to go to Tennessee for a family trip. We had to wake up really early in the morning. Also the packing was a pain. We packed food drinks cloths money and items to entertain us. The car ride wasn’t too fun there wasn’t much to see until we went through Ohio. Indiana only had farm land and barns to see.

I was crying so hard I could barely see, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I got to the hospital and his family was already there waiting for a doctor to come out. We all sat together and cried and prayed that he would by okay. All the doctor said was that there was severe head trauma. Right then I thought he was brain dead. They took CAT scans and found out that there was not really severe head trauma but a severe concussion. I went into the cold, weird medicine smell room to see him and I just froze. There were machines everywhere, so many things connected to him, a tube down this throat, and a neck stabilizer. There was blood all over his face, and his blond hair was brown from being covered in dirt. They said he would have died if he had not been wearing a helmet. He was in the ICU in a medically induced coma for six days. He had a severe concussion, pneumonia from vomiting, then inhaling it into his lungs, a collapsed right lung full of fluid, and T-4 through T-7 bones in his back broken. He had tubes down his throat to help him breathe, a tube down to his stomach for food, IV’s everywhere, a neck brace, and he was strapped down to the bed because when they would wake him up, he would try to pull all the tubes out. His room smelt like old bleach and smelly hospital food. I missed a week of school and was falling behind. I did not want to leave the hospital because I did not want anything to happen

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and