Golden Gate Bridge-Personal Narrative

I let out a small sigh as I calmly watched him before I walked over to my table. "Did you know that drugs are bad for you? While I was cleaning out the room I allowed you to use I found a ton of stuff, meth, weed, and crack. You know, the usual things," I told him casually as I picked up a scalpel.

After the leap of faith that was this adventure, jumping down a well would be nothing. She was half way across the field, when she thought she saw movement. She hurried. Then she saw the red lights rise out of the wells. She froze as the lights lazily floated up and wobbled. They bunched together like conferring if there was a threat or not.

When the Weeping Willow trees became abundant around every sector of the car, I knew we were getting close. Once we passed the bridge by the small, grass bank called Cypher Beach, I could barely sit still in the front seat of my grandparents truck because I knew we were about to arrive. There I sat, waiting anxiously with my size ten feet smashed into a size seven foot box because if I removed them, I affected my grandfather's ability to drive and my grandmother’s ability to sit and look pretty. Even though the flip of the coin always caused me to sit in the front, compared to the comfy back where the other four children sat, it was all worth it when we arrived to our destination. The destination was just up the road, where we turned right

“Please, listen to me. You’ve got to calm down.” said Ralph, “If you jumped now, you will die for sure!”

At that time, I felt like a rookie sky diver preparing for his first plunge. The cabin door opens to reveal the extreme distance of his fall, which leads to either sheer excitement or eventual death. The naivete that sheltered his fear disappears at the sudden reality of the moment. By then, of course, it is much too late to turn back. The very thought that this was his idea seems absurd to him, and he feels like the only person on the face of the planet. And so he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and

I watched in awe as the many boys jumped time and time again from the edge of the cliff into the water, wondering to myself how someone can muster such courage to even attempt something like that in the first place. The boys were cheered on by the girls along the Swan river shoreline. How I wished I had girls to cheer me on. I would have to find he courage to jump blackies, for someone like me a chance of popularity shines golden in my eyes. I decided I would try again to jump off blackies.

In life, every action precipitates a reaction, and facing challenge become significant. On the sixth day, Elroy take Tim on the Rainy River to fish, which becomes instrumental to guide Tim to his epiphany. When he is “on the margin of exile”, the collision of self-respect and insecurity aggravates. On the bow, Tim listens to the treacherous waves hitting the boat and feels the brisk wind pounding his face. The sound of silence coerces him into making a decision. There is a “hard squeezing pressure in [his] chest”. He is terrified. He does not know what to think. I do not want to leave my family and my childhood and my dreams and all I have behind! I am not ready to die! What am I suppose to do? Jump? Or stay? He tries to swallow his tears; instead one runs down his face after another. The safe haven---Canada reaches out a helping hand and pleads, “You must jump! At least you get to live a normal life!” He grips on the edge of the boat, leans forward, ready to jump overboard; a force is dragging him

So I did it like 20 more times before finally resting up on the shore. As time passed by, it felt as if we spent the whole day swimming and jumping off a helicopter skydiving. Then the unexpected happen, my best friends Ivan and Nathan decided they wanted to get a go at the bridge. In my head, I knew this was not a good idea. The bridge was skyscraping, towering, mighty, I can’t even think of words to describe it. It was unmatchable and yet they want to jump off it. I tried to convince them not to, worrying that something might go wrong if they did. Quite frankly they didn’t care what I had to say and offered me to jump with them. I was already on the bridge with them and they were on the outside of the rails ready to jump. While all my friends are behind me they wanted to see all three of us jump at the same time. I was scared shitless. But being me I caved in and vaulted right over the rail and stood next to 2 of my best friends as we were about to jump a bridge. I’ve never been more scared in my life, looking down at my feet it looked like the people below me were ants. We stood there for a good 5 minutes contemplating on whether we should jump or not. The longer we sat there the worst it became, we were all trembling with fear. Both Ivan and Nathan had fear in their eyes like I’ve never seen before. I bet they were just as scared as I was. The sun was gleaming at all 3 of us as we stood there in shock and awe. But we had to man up and jump, so we did exactly that. The water was fragile, universe-blue-colour, making it appear like nature’s amphitheatre. At that very moment all 3 of us jumped, the air felt ice cold, it felt as if everything was statue still, like time froze on us. It was peaceful and comfortable, I have never experienced such a unique feeling. As we came racing down we smacked the water and plunged right for the surface gasping for air. It was a feeling that you can’t shake

During the summer of 7th grade my mom and I went on a trip to san Francisco that showed me how real untreated mental health issues, homelessness, and drugs are. I always knew that bad communities existed and they’re not safe but I never knew what they really looked like. That was until my mom and I accidentally walked through the tenderloin. The Tenderloin is one of the most infamous parts of San Francisco. The whole city of San Francisco is a crazy and beautiful place that I learned how many people suffer from drugs, crime, poverty and homelessness.

As I jump off the pontoon, I feel the freezing water surround my body. I'll slip on the boots of the skis and grab the handlebar. Releasing my grip, I put one thumb up into the wind to signal I’m ready to go. Suddenly there is a tug on the rope, and I’m being dragged through the water. Pressing the skis against the cold water, I can finally stand up above the waves. The boat pulls me around the bend of the lake, and the view of all the enormous cabins is thrilling. The seniors on the campground beach will clap and stand up from their Adirondack chairs to wave or whistle. As my legs begin to feel tired, I wave one last time and let go of the handlebar. I can feel my body quickly sink down into the water; the life jacket on my chest will be

Now, as I stand upon the soon to break limb, I regret everything. Seeing the river below sent a stream of tingles down my spine. I’ve never been afraid of heights until now. The river, a disturbing mossy green, appeared cold to the touch. Even with it being Summer, the depths of the river looked like a cold shower I never wanted to take. I would, in a certain degree, rather get ratted out by one of the teacher’s inside than jump from this ungodly tree. From my peripheral vision, the two boys were hollering. Finny more than Gene. Consistently, Gene loved the thrill and excitement of danger. With every fiber of my being I praise God that the two boys didn’t dare invite anyone else to the impending doom of my death. Below, I hear the noise of a nearby toad. It’s mouth depicting a loud ribbit. Perhaps predicting my impediment that was soon to come. I glance towards Gene. Silently asking if this was an exceptional idea. He looked at me with a pointed look before proclaiming “you’ll be fine” and turning towards Finny “won’t she?”. Finn thought for a second “Notwithstanding, Kristen is a girl. For the same reason, she won’t! She’s invariably schlemiel.” Anger flashed in my eyes and by the looks of it Gene could tell. With a searing eyeroll and quick turn of my stature, I was

The main objective of Dying to Get High, a book written by Richard J. Webbs and Wendy Chapkins, is to spread awareness of the benefits of medical marijuana. A major topic of this book is WAMM, Wo/Men’s alliance for Medical Marijuana, which is a group that encourages the use of medical marijuana for ill patients who are eligible. They primarily argue that these patients could benefit from the therapeutic effects of medical marijuana, yet it is considered illegal according to the law. Throughout this book, several stories are told by patients themselves, court cases are depicted, and battles are fought for the legalization of medical marijuana.

Staring at the enclosed tennis backboard of the graffitied wall, it was my third consecutive morning there and i still didn't know what to make of it. “Hello, Brenda are you there?”, said my friend Miller as he abruptly strike me back to reality, “here its your turn, take a hit. And remember this time hold it in”. I've always felt i had an inner mystical esoteric view on life, suppressed by naive realism. I wanted to answer the great philosophical questions. So i tried marijuana.

Staring at the enclosed tennis backboard of the graffitied wall, it was my third consecutive morning there and i still didn't know what to make of it. “Hello, Brenda are you there?”, said my friend Miller as he abruptly strike me back to reality, “here its your turn, take a hit. And remember this time hold it in”. I've always felt i had an inner mystical esoteric view on life, suppressed by naive realism. I wanted to answer the great philosophical questions. So i tried marijuana.

"I'm terribly sorry, but could you point me in the direction of the nearest exit?" a kind voice from behind me said. I jumped in spite of it, I didn't hear anybody following behind me.