Harval's Placid Room-Personal Narrative

I was still drowsing, but I was awake. I got my clothes on and then went to get my phone and I remembered that I did not charge it. I found my phone on the charger and I said in my head “Thank you, dad.” My mom, my sister and I quickly got in the car so we could go to Rockford to get my cousin, Melissa. We stopped at her house and she came with us ready to go to Six Flags.

able to get rid of. At the end of the poem Sexton admits the thoughts of suicide are something you can never get rid of, “and yet she waits for me, year after year” (line 25). Sexton justifies the reasons for her suicide by saying that her thoughts and bad memories will never stop coming back because this has been happening for years and years now there is no going back for Sexton. She leaves us with the last stanza filled with unfinished things. This could be a metaphor for her life that is unfinished because of her death occurrence.

I got into my pajamas with hearts all over them and blue under them they were as soft as a cloud. When I got into bed to rest my head I imagined what fun Lexie and I are going to have. I always text her, but it will be nice to see her face to face. I rested my eyes and closed them shut I then fell asleep and dreamed. Most of my dreams from that night were about Lexie and me as kids, and how we would play at the park all the time.

My dad started to say calmly, "okay kids, if I tell you guys something there will be no crying"

Good morning hot cakes! I had a dream I was working at loans again! My boss Stewart was amazing (although I hope to never have to serve again).

The forest surrounding me is colored with all different shades of light greens, dark greens and browns. Some interesting wildlife I observed; a small cat with a cutoff tail foraging through the trees. Exploring more into the trails, there is plenty of information

and there were billions of trees there, and all of them gorgeous and just um..

I was practically bouncing up and down with excitement, and then daddy held a small box in front of me and opened it. I looked at it and saw a chain with some man sleeping on it. I looked up at him confused.

I had a dream that I was floating in the sky with big, fluffy, white clouds. I felt as if my body is light and how I could soar through the sky so gracefully like a majestic swan. Bump! goes the school bus.

When I was growing up I was told to always be honest. I was only "grounded" twice in my lifetime:

I turned off from the main concrete road to a dirt path that led into the woods. The trees that had once looked menacing now appeared friendly, welcoming, with outstretched open arms. A possible sign of good fortune? I mused.

It is almost noon on a sunny day in July. We just got off the plane and we are now in Denver, Colorado. My stepdad, Bill, is going to get us a rental car and we will be off to Yellowstone National Park. “How long will we be in the car?” I ask my mom. “It’ll be about eight and a half hours on the road,” she replies. This is unbelievable! First, I’m forced to deal with all of this traveling, and now I find out I have to sit eight and a half hours in a car with my family? Great, this is just great.

I just woke up. I was having bad dreams, which hasn't happened in quite some time. Or at least I haven't been remembering them lately, I guess. It was a weird dream about my grandparents. I'd tell you about it more but it would just sound stupid and not make sense.

Shafts of light dappled the rocky clearing as the sunlight broke through tree leaves. A slight breeze swayed past him, bringing with it the soothing smells of the forest.

As I left behind the somber forest, I now recognized an appreciation for nature that I did not realize I had. I now knew there was more to nature than just trees and animals, but also I found the