Eulogy-Personal Narrative

Flannery O'Connor has written, "I am pleased to make a good case for distortion because I am coming to believe that it is the only way to make people see." Distortion is showing a misleading substandard of yourself. An example of distortion is when someone famous does something like accidently spitting on a fan, and society makes it something that it’s not.In the story, Brave New World, By Aldous Huxley, distortion is used in different type of points. In the story he uses Distortion by using Morals, scientific knowledge, and religion.

I hope you remember me because I was a student in your Summer 2016 Legal Research and Analysis class at University of California, San Diego Extension. If you do not remember me, I was unable to send you a complete final memorandum as a result of being admitted to the hospital the night that the memorandum was due. I was recently let go from my job as a Litigation Paralegal, which I obtained during graduation week. Their only reason was that they needed someone with more experience. Right now I am trying to enroll in my last two courses at UCSD Extension in order to officially complete my ABA-Approved Professional Certificate. When I spoke with Azra Mukanovic, she informed me that Julia Dunlap and herself discussed the situation and agreed

Then he turned the volume on the tv on full blast only to annoy me.i felt so light-headed laid down,having difficulty to block out all the extra noises.i woke up the next day with a leash around my neck (like i’m a dog).i turned around watching others getting treated like animals.sorta like me.Everyone had their own “BADGER” which made me wonder what’s going on. Did i leave my perfect life for this. At this point i wish my life would come back i don’t want teleport anymore this isn’t what i asked for.

I’m a ball of sexual tense need. He stares down at me for a moment, measuring my need, then he grabs me suddenly and flips me over. It takes me by surprise, and because my hands are tied, I have to support myself on my elbows. He pushes both my knees up the bed so my behind is in the air, and he slaps me hard. Before I can react, he plunges inside me. I cry out-from the slap and from his sudden assault, and I come instantly again and again, falling apart beneath him as he continues to slam deliciously into me. He doesn’t stop. I’m spent. I can’t take this…and he pounds on and on and on…then I’m building again…surely not…no…

7 years ago, my grandpa was alive and well, but 3 weeks went by and my mother explained to me that he had cancer. We went over to my grandpa's house to see him there he was sitting in the chair with a surgical mask this is when I realized he was sick. My mother was sobbing every night almost as if he had died I walked in there and I asked, 'are you okay?' She responded with yes, go to bed its getting late. Another few weeks went by and in this time, went to visit a few times my cousins, aunts, uncles, were all there. This was the last time I spoke to my grandfather, later that night my mom was crying extra hard and I was wondering what was wrong at the time I couldn’t think of what was wrong with my mom. This is when my dad told me that he had passed away I remember him saying that we need to love my mom and show that we care about her. My mom soon left to my grandmother's house, she went over there to comfort my grandma for her loss.

I was just called this morning my niece died; one of my VA co-workers found me in restroom crying and the CIO told me to go home. This is the niece that I kept from birth, I am going to work tomorrow and will be there until her funeral. I calling you to let my administrator know. I would like to know what to put down for time today and for the funeral.

I never knew much about death. I didn’t understand what happened to someone. It was like they just disappeared into thin air, never to be heard from again. Almost like a character in one of my mystery novels. Only this time, there was no group of brothers or a crime-solving girl to look for clues and solve the case. It was probably because no one close to me has died when I was old enough to remember it. To this day, I’ve still never lost anyone very close to me.

I always thought that there was a secret, a truth privy only to those who had experienced it, about coping with death. Having never encountered it in my fifteen years of life, death seemed a mystery, and those left in its wake even more so. Rationality being my forte, I determined that they must know something that I didn't, because in my mind every question had an answer and every problem, a solution. I concluded that there must be a secret, some way to bear the toll that death takes and move on. Eventually my mind was filled with other things, more questions needing answers, more problems needing solutions, so I pushed my existential one to the back of my mind. Little did I know, the real answer would find its way to me, as answers always seem to do when you stop looking for them.

I have not been myself for the past few weeks. I feel like no one wants to talk to me anymore, yet they still want to be friends. I decided that I am not going to be friends with the people that have seen me as non-existent, yet they still want to be friends with me because they want to be close with everyone else. Do you get where I’m coming from?”

We all suffer loss of loved ones through death. Loss is inevitable. We never truly get over our losses but we get through it overtime. This is the molding and shaping of the adult we are supposed to become. The day my grandfather passed away I felt I had lost everything in a blink of an eye. He was the only grandparent I had left. Nothing could bring him back. He was gone. I never thought he would have passed away so quickly The Melanoma had won the war. His life was over and so was mine. Overtime I became a man of faith and this only strengthened me as a christian. This was a test of my faith.

Today I was joined by John (the ox) Entwistle one day after he was pronounced dead in the arms of a Las Vegas stripper from a cocaine overdose 2 days before The Who’s states tour: The bassist of the millennium was in room 658 of the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Nevada. The stripper/groupie of the band Alycen Rowse found John cold when she woke up. We talked to him and discussed how he was feeling about his death and hopefully find out the story behind it.

After four months of unglamorous international travel followed by four more months of endless, demoralizing doctor’s visits and hospital stays I returned to Miami worse for wear. Eight months without seeing my friends and barely keeping in touch through infrequent phone calls and texts meant that the vague, untested friendships I had made before my semester off had almost completely fizzled. Facing my mortality had subtly affected the way I acted and completely changed my perspective on life; making it difficult to reconnect with old acquaintances and to relate to the few friends I kept throughout my treatment.

On the morning of May 5th my views, my ideology, and my life changed dramatically. It was an expected loss yet caused me to realize just how much things in life mean, even the smallest things. After getting out of the shower and dressed for school I had time to spare so I decided to make sure everything was ready and eat some breakfast. I turned to look at my phone, after deciding to turn it on, and all I saw was a list of text messages from my mother. I normally don’t get that many texts, that early. I knew something bad must have happened. I unlocked my phone and began to read the messages. My great grandma had died; an influential person for me and my family. She died after being on hospice for 5 brutal days. Images flashed across my mind: her and I playing cards, her teaching me to cook, and her lessons, forever engraved into my soul.

Distortion or exaggeration used in a literary work helps show the reader exactly how the author sees the world, or him or herself. Distortion helps us understand the not understandable. Metamorphosis, written by Franz Kafka, is a distortion piece that many believe, because of Kafka’s background, was about depression and living in the eyes of the depressed which he portrayed through a man turning into a bug. Kafka used distortion to effectively portray life of the depressed, the life of those who try to help the depressed better than realism.

Hey! I know this is random and weird but I was reminded of a situation in which I need to apologize for something I said. A few months back we were at basil 'n lime with some people from Oakey and my mom was wondering if I could get a ride where she was having dinner with Dave. I made the comment "I knew she wasn't going to pick me up." That was a very disrespectful and false thing of me to say about my mom. She was on her way to get me but they just thought if I could be dropped off where they were at that we three could hang out for a little bit. I gave my mom a really bad image and I want to apologize for the things I said and I hope you forgive me. I know it was awhile ago but it had been sitting on my mind a lot and I needed to get it