Gun-Personal Narrative

Don’t be afraid to choose your own way, it may result in a brilliant idea. Some people may believe because whether or not you’re wrong or right you can decide what is best for you, and in these two stories “Choices” by Susan Kerslake and “Forgiveness and Families” by Shirley Jackson both have one main idea involving the strength within you and the choices you choose to make with that. The two main characters that some people believe are similar would be Peggy from “Choices” and Cam from “Forgiveness and Families”. Some things that Peggy and Cam have in common would be they both made a bad choice. The narrator describing Peggy’s thoughts said “Should she die tomorrow, some else could deal with a dirty sink” (Kerslake 118) but who truly knows

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.

So I’ve got a gun, what do I do with it? Very first thing he says about doing with the gun “without a doubt, the VERY FIRST THING YOU SHOULD DO is to READ THE MANUAL”. Very simple and standard data with all things you are not familiar with, you should always read the owner’s manual. I am violator of this rule also, for example, I my child a new toy that needs to be assembled, and I think to myself, I’ll make the pieces fit and figure it out. Which usually, depending on how many pieces and shapes, takes me a lot longer. Then I usually revert back to the manual anyways.

James sauntered out into the parking lot. His hands were buried into the pockets of his faded jeans; his mind was buried even deeper in confusion. As usual, his session with Dr. Warren had been utterly useless, pointless, and unhelpful. He had not learned anything about his condition. There had not been an earth shattering catharsis, or even a reason to smile in all honesty. Dr. Warren was not making this miserable, confused, divided existence any easier; if anything, he was stoking the fire of James’ insanity, feeding the starving flames bit by bit.

As I walk up the stairs to the attic I hear a couple of quiet thumps. When I walk in the door I couldn't believe what I seen. Master Rufus was laying on the ground and dana had a knife in her hand with a look of hate on her face.” What did you do Dana?” I asked

I have not personally had an experience with gun violence, but I know people who have had a run in with the danger of it. For example, a teacher of mine, Mr. Ritchie, a good portion of his relatives from his moms side have all had guns pointed at their head. I believe Mr. Ritchie lives in Crown Heights, or Brooklyn. His grandfather was getting ready to get in his car and drive home, and out of no where, a man shows up points a gun at his head and jacks his car and drives off. Additionally, another teacher from last year (whom i quite like ^u^), Mr. Krugelki also had a run in with gun violence. He is working his shift at a party store, when a man walks in (notice the pattern?) a asks for something, as Mr.K turns his back to get what the man

Great post and a nice question. Couple of years ago, I went with a friend to buy a gun. The store was packed. He picked up some guns and finally bought one. I was shocked how quickly and easily you can buy a gun. They called a phone number and punched in SSN (a background check is completed, really). It took couple of minutes and he went home with a gun! I asked them that’s it, they responded yes, you are good to go and there is no federal waiting period. No waiting time or a serious background check. They just wanted to sell a gun, that’s all.

In the funeral world there are a lot of different styles of funerals. For example, Eastern Orthodox and Roman Catholic funerals. Both very different, but at the same time they have several things in common. In funerals there is an abundance of things to compare and contrast. We will be looking at different ways the notification of death is handled in both of these religions, removal, embalming, dressing/casketing, visitation requirements/rituals, and interment or cremation.

I lolled around still thinking about the decision I had made. The vicissitudes were just piling up, on after another. The only things I heard were buildings crumble, guns being fired, and bombs dropping. I missed the sound of my car starting, I missed the sound of the music playing, but most of all, I missed the sound of my children laughing and playing. The kind of chastisement I was living through was just unbearable and I was ready to leave. No one was stabbing me, no one was shooting me, just thinking about what I have lost is the most painful thing. I heard gunshots getting closer. I needed to leave.

Today during library, Yoel kept on making fun of Jack, Zach, Jon, and I, for playing roblox.  He kept on saying that his gun game, CSGO, was better and that our game was "stupid".  It really hurt our feelings and we told him to stop many, many times but he wouldn't.  It would be much appreciated if you could talk to him about this

Late fall early winter about 3:00 in the afternoon. Me and my dad get in our stand and wait. After about 15 minutes of waiting one comes up the hill. A 7 point buck around 100 yards out. I get the gun up and put it in my sights. I take a deep breath and pull the trigger. Everything goes silent except for the echo of the gun shoot. I look out and see it had dropped in its tracks. My first deer was laying there on the ground.

I sever arms, i'm steppin on this leprechaun, I got guns drawn from lebanon ima start blastin if this nigga get the message wrong. My flow so cold I make a niggas put they sweater on. Straight swaggin this nigga. and if this nigga talkin shit then im grabbin this nigga, and stabbin this nigga. You better be naturally focusing cuz if i catch ya poppin adderall and focalin then im stabbin with with a needle filled with rat poison and opium. I smoke n barley, but he don’t dumpee. He cuddly, like bunnies. I go go off, you so so and soft then i hit him with the shit that makes his hoes flows come off like whoa. Im twove with it uh. prolly shouldn’t did it yeah.

First, there is the story my mother told me when I was a teenager. Before then I never realized how dangerous and scary it can be for woman. Years ago, my mother had been the victim of gun violence. She was in high school when it happened. Around the time of the incident, there was a news report of a man, a rapist that had attacked a few women in the area. The news advised women to have someone accompany them if they were to be out walking. Although my mother had seen the report, she figured she would be safe walking around her own neighborhood. Later that week, she was walking home from school, walking along the same route that she took every day after school. She was alone. Her mind wandered, as it did most days when she walked home alone.

When I was a kid, I did not think about gun violence. In fact, I grew up in a household that accepted guns. My dad, uncle, and grandfather all owned guns, and I never really gave much thought about it. When I was younger my dad bought me a little BB gun and taught me how to use it. We used to go outside in our backyard which was all fenced off. He taught me all the safety precautions, and set up the paper targets for me to shoot. I always believed that was normal, everyone owned guns. I didn't realize the importance in which they played, in our society, for protection, until July 20, 2012. I watched the frightening and horrific incident that took place in a no gun-zone theater in Aurora, Colorado. It was that day at my house that the importance of guns became very clear to me. As I watched the intense news, I saw how all those victims were in danger, and how they appeared so helpless. They were trapped, and left with nothing to do but call 911, and wait for the police to show up. In the last five years, I have come to realization the importance that guns play, whether or not it is in a gun-free zone or not. They are a base of protection, because attackers will always find away to obtain them.

Jamie swallowed and squeezed the trigger and the gun made a big BOOM. the gun kicked like a mule and when Jamie saw the deer it was on the ground, the red gush that was blood was running down the dead deer shoulder as the deer took its last bloody breath Jamie realized what he had done and then the deer pasted on. Jamie was upset now but that could wait he had a deer to field dress. As Jamie kneeled down to the deer Jamie said "thank you for the meat and the excitement " and dragged the Heavy dead deer to the house. When he got home his mother greeted him and saw his deer and was impressed when his dad came and saw it he and Jamie went and hang the deer in the shed