Lost-Personal Narrative

I come across a rear projection TV on the side of the road one day, load it up, and take it home. I eagerly spend a good four hours stripping it down and saving as much as I can. I end up with a 48” fresnel lens, two hefty speakers, a couple large capacitors, three glass lenses, and a glass mirror. Left over is a box of electronic waste and the particle board skeleton of a TV. I take the electronics to my local electronics recycling center, and set the wooden frame on the curb. I took 70 lbs. of trash and turned it into 10 lbs. of treasure ripe for projects, 30 lbs. of recyclables that would have gone to a landfill, and 30 lbs. of refuse that I had fun

Yeah, I was really shocked when I saw it but at the same time very happy because it is such a funny fact (•ө•)♡.

The protagonist of the story is an unnamed male whose experiments with alcohol and weed at fifteen years old lead to harder drugs and greater consequences that threaten his safety and security. For example, the narrator says, “Donny said he saw me standing sorta wonky in the back and said I need a hit. Donny was the first to get me high”, he implies that his friend Donny got him high because of how he was standing. The use of drugs did not just stop at marijuana, the narrator also indulged in alcohol, he goes on saying, “The rest of the kids would watch as Mark and I shotgunned Schlitz beneath the bleachers of the stadium”. Which eventually led to him dropping out if school and focusing on his habits and not his well-being. The protagonist constant influences from his friend and associates increased his use and encouraged the damages that were being done to him and his body. His habits started to heighten and the stronger drugs were amongst him,

He’s just always been there, a sort of constant in my ever changing life. Now don’t get me wrong, we didn’t talk everyday, or even every few days. We would go through spells when we were inseparable, and then we would only see each other at school. This had no effect on our relationship. Every time we would start to pick back up, we would share the details of our life with one another.

As every teenager there is one thing they all want to do and that is to fit in. For many, fame is the game. The only option is to fit in, but how will they ever achieve such a thing? When they looked around each corner all they all see one thing, people laughing and enjoying life. Maybe if you go near them and they will offer you marijuana. This marijuana is supposed to help you with your pain, reduce stress, and help you have a good time. Too good to be true, right? That 's because it probably is. This is one of the most common traps people fall into. They look at what the marijuana will do to make all the negative possibilities go away and excitement come and to not worry about future outcomes. It is begining of a new life and

Then the kid asked Dylan a question that defined his life and what path he would go down. “Hey, you want to smoke with us after school?” Dylan didn't know what to do, he didn't even know what weed was. He looked around and it looked like the other kids were having fun and wasn't really harmed by it so he said “Hell, why not.” So he did after school, He had a blast and made so many new friends, he also thought he has found a new way to relax and it was harmless, at least that's what he thought. He didn’t know the more he did it the more he started getting addicted, Dylan just thought he found a way to make some new friends and just have some fun. Thinking it was just that he started smoking before school every day and you could of smelt it through the whole school. He noticed everyone wasn’t being friends with him, the football team never hanged out with him anymore, the basketball team left him in the dust. He didn't understand why too, maybe he they just didn’t want him around them at all. The only friends he had was the people that smelt the same way as him, smelt exactly like weed. He officially turned into a stoner. There wasn’t any going back either, if he quit it then no one would believe him or would leave him because he didn't smoke so he

Rage controls every muscle in my body as I punch the wall. Pictures shake and one crashes to the ground. A scream escapes my mouth as my fist connects again. Seconds later, I'm doing a ceremonial dance around the room as I cradle my hurt knuckles.

There is a high school student. Ralph Wiley grew up in a normal family like everyone and was a good student. After the day his friends asked him to try marijuana, his life began to change. He became addicted to marijuana, and he enjoyed the feelings after smoke. His life went down because he lived a life of promiscuity and suffered from mental illness. Ralph’s insanity caused him to become violent, failed in school and even further killed people. In fact, this is not a real case, it’s a movie called “Reefer Madness.” Even though it’s an imaginary story, maybe it actually happened somewhere we didn’t know.

As we got to know each other better, I realized just how much friendship meant to him and why trusting me was difficult for him. Awley told me about how he was the “weird” one at school. How the other kids did not want to sit with him at lunch and would not play with him at recess. One of the most heartbreaking things to hear is a six year-old kid telling you about how he is lonely at school everyday. He tells me about how he used to be friends with this girl, but she eventually did not want to sit with him because one of the other boys had told her not to.

My SOUL, Josh Fleisher, that i had last year did a nice job with me being an incoming student. I would like to be able to have the same opportunity as he did and make the transition from high school to college go much smoother than it would be at other schools. Im hoping to gain friendships with some of the incoming freshman, but also hope to gain work ethic and break out of my shell. I was quiet in high school and would like to branch out and help others that are transitioning and make it much easier on them. Also to meet other souls that may be connections and close friends that ill have for the rest of my life is truly remarkable to me. Im hoping to gain experience among working with others regarding performing scenes for the incoming students or just being able to talk with the incoming families about what Miami is like and how incredible it can be, purely on how you make it.

There were fireworks when I was born. At least that’s what I’d like to think. I was born on July 5, 1996 in Atlanta, Georgia. I was only 31 minutes short from being born on Independence Day. I was pretty much an “outcast” from the beginning. I was quiet and usually preferred to be alone or with just my family. From a young age I became fascinated with movies, particularly older movies. When I was eleven years old I saw the film that helped me figure out what my passions were and who I wanted to be. The film was Dazed and Confused (1993). I know it sounds like a joke considering the films contents, but every aspect of it intrigued me. After watching that, I began developing an urge to do something in the film industry. Eventually when I was

He would tell me how there was not lots of money and how him and his brother were one of the best in school and in sports. He wanted to go to college and finish his education but there was not enough money for him and his brother to go to college.

The Departed was made in criminal genre and it is my favorite genre of movies and books, especially when everything looks so logical and harmoniously. There are a lot of death and unexpected turns, what makes you worry every minute of movie. The Departed has everything for success, criminal authority, cops, unexpected turns and naturalness of

I’m standing by the scratched up wooden door. Inside I can hear the disgusting creature inside sigh after his last kill, as well as a small ‘Im telling’. I hesitate to walk in, but the door opens anyway and out comes the victim running straight down the stairs into the light below. I felt bad for the ginger, I really did. So I walk in and see the horror before my eyes. Oren is sitting on his bed putting his Pokemon cards in his prefered order, then he looks at me and goes back to the cards. As I look around I see that the small creamy room is still the same as before, the after effects of a tornado.

Gone. It’s crazy how much meaning one word has in the depths of my spiralling mind. The word reminded me of everything from my family to my best friend, Reece Sanders. Just like a breeze in the wind, he vanished. He was gone. I took in a sharp breath as I sat on the bench and took everything in. Closing my eyes, the sounds of noisy cars flooded through my ears, memories flooded in of only three years ago, my parents death and my best friend’s disappearance. I remembered how adventurous and well, happy I’d once been. Sure, I can fake happiness nowadays, but true happiness is when you’re able to find the best out of each situation, understanding the values of life regardless of everything going on. I’m not quite sure of what happened with Reece,