Fumihito-Personal Narrative

knew in order to detach herself from society’s standards and her emotional attachment to people,

It seems like yesterday when I met Ezrith Wolfe. The first day I met Ezrith was the day before my birthday August 11, 2013. Ezrith and I became best friends very quickly. We liked to do a lot of stuff when we saw each other. Both of us talked about a lot of things that we had in common with each other. Ezrith was my best friend and we did a lot, I just wish that we could have done more together.

That day I was at school but was very worried about my little dog Fifi. Fifi was my life, and last night I had found her bleeding a little from her privates. I had cleaned her and set her on her bed with some cotton below her for the night. But today morning, after I walked her and fed her, she seemed okay I had settled her on her bed while going to school. Still, somehow, I couldn’t concentrate on my school work my mind kept going back to Fifi the whole day. Finally when I got home I rushed to her room and opened the door to see her passed out on her bed, when I saw her my heart literally dropped because I thought she was dead. I picked her up to see that she was still breathing but as I picked her up I could hear her cry and I broke out in

When you think of FFA, you think of cows, plows, and sows, but it is so much more. Growing up with a background of agriculture has tremendously impacted the way I have grown up. Both of my grandparents raised horses, which invoked my love for riding horses. My maternal grandparents raised pigs and beef as well which allowed me to broaden my background. I used to live on a dairy farm where we bottled our own milk. I also help out on our grain farm, and I milk at a dairy farm. With all of my experience in agriculture I knew that FFA would be a good choice for an activity to become involved in. Since joining the middle school quiz bowl team in 8th grade, I have been heavily involved in agriculture. Although I was later than

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

This is seen when she started swimming and “a feeling of exultation overtook her, as if some power of significant import had been given her to control the working of her body and her soul. She grew daring and reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before” (pg. 31) It can be seen how she’s not content with following everyone else, and instead has to break free from the pack and do her own thing. But, this comes back to bite her as she’s not strong enough to maintain this rebellion forever. She eventually becomes depressed and bipolar. She talks about how some days “she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing . . . she liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places” but “there were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while . . . to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation” (pg. 64). It is seen how some days she is super happy because she is free from everything, but then it shown how she is sad and depressed because of the terrible situations she put herself into. All of these things add up and she runs out of ways to avoid the problems in her life so she just ends up killing

As I (Ofc.S.Diaz) was walking from store to store I (Ofc.S.Diaz) notice a person on the ground in front of Nando Peri Peri when I approached the person (Ms.Janet last name not given 65yrs old female) she was laying down on her face when she looked up I (Diaz) notice her nose was bleeding severe I ask another pedestrian to call 911 for Ms.Janet as the pedestrian was on the phone with 911 Ofc. P. Diddy and I (Diaz) kept talking to Ms.Janet. Ms.Janet had told us she was walking from carter store when she trip on her own foot and fell she believes it was her own shoes being loose that cause her to fall.Laurel Volunteer Rescue Squad came and took Ms.Janet to laurel hospital..

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

It is raining. Again. I twirl my umbrella between my thumb and forefinger, watching as

She felt as though her life would never be the same again, and even tried to run away risking her chances of becoming a Geisha.

Shortly after winning the Olympics medal, she decided to take a year off from her strict training and diet. In her personal life, she was having a hard time with her disciplinarian mother and unfaithful boyfriend. She quit judo and began bar-tending—a move that backfired. She was soon addicted to cigarettes, vodka, vicodin and pot, and started living in her car. When she finally found a house, it was a 12×12 dump where the sewage often overflowed into her room. “I didn’t think I could get any lower,” she says of those days.

Heading to her final class for the day, Sanika is frozen in her tracks as she catches a glimpse of Nyoki, her breathing becoming tapered, she reach for her chest as it begins tightening, she starts feeling . *Will he be understanding of my situation? Please be okay with working together around my schedule!* she thought as she watched Nyoki and Brendan walking to class. "How was class Sanika? Was Nyoki mean to you?" At the mention of Nyoki's name Sanika lost her train of thought, turning around she saw Miki. "Huh, the class was great and Nyoki let me borrow a pencil, so I can not say he was mean to me in the least bit, but I did happen to get paired with him for our first assignment!" Sanika said hiding her anxiety looking back out the window.

Do you ever feel out-of-place? Like you’re doing everything right but something feels wrong? I’ve spent my entire life feeling like that. My name is Astrapovroda. Ever since I can remember I’ve been stuck here at Camp Misó with all the other half bloods. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention my father is a God. Supreme god. Zeus to be exact. I’ve never seen him and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know I exist. According to our camp leader Hestia, I look a lot like my father. I have straight jet black hair, an olive skin color, and a pretty athletic build. Hestia says it my eyes that remind her most of my father. They are an electric green and huge. From what I’ve heard we have similar personalities. We both are extremely competitive. Whatever I do,

Day 1: It's dark and cold. The storm grows stronger. It is howling. It sounds like a groan of agony. What is that sound? It sounds like…Death! I hear its wicked laugh, it’s getting louder! I get up and run but I cannot escape. The screams are piercing my ears ever so slightly to drive me into madness. A jagged pain rushes up my spine, I am losing vision. I am truly at poseidon's mercy now. I awaken. I cannot breathe. My lungs are burning inside me. I reach for the surface I can finally breathe but the joy does not last for long for the waves knock me down yet again. I struggle to get back to the surface. I suddenly see a wave as big as a mountain, barreling towards me. Before I know it, Its upon me. I get washed up onto another piece of metal from the boat.

Through her we see a Japan that has forgotten its roots and now worships tokens of wealth and beauty with no understanding of what they mean. We see her wear a kimono only to show it off in the bedroom for the sailor. She is a mockery of the values an older world held sacred with regards to proper behavior of women. She represents the debauchery of post war Japan. She is portrayed as an intelligent educated business woman without any form of self awareness.  It is no coincidence that there “There wasn’t a single Japanese room in Fusako’s house; her mode of living was thoroughly Western” (pg. 113).