My Changing Time Narrative

"Fresh eyes" is another strategy I plan on using. This method will be used for both small and large-scale revisions. For this strategy, I will enlist the help of my daughter. She is a senior in high school in an AP Language Arts class. She has an amazing grasp of sentence structure and

In August of 2008 my family and I moved to Princeton, New Jersey from Redford, Michigan. My father took a job in New York. It was quite the adventure, as I had lived my entire life in the same city, same house just a mile south of my paternal grandparents. When I got the news from my parents that I was moving yet again, I didn’t know exactly how to feel, I had bonded with a great group of friends and now was informed we were moving back to Michigan. The silver lining in this was, we were moving to our family farm. The family farm my sisters and I grew up visiting on summer vacations. I was told I was going to be able to get my own horse since I loved to ride. I was very excited to make that reality true for myself but I was not happy to be moving and leaving all the friends I had finally made. I dreaded having to start all over again.

I glanced at my phone once again to make sure the clock on the wall in front of me was correct. 6:15. My mind wanders back to my conversation with Allison last night.

The wind was in my face and it felt like I was flying, and next thing I know I had a mouth full of rocks hold on I’m getting ahead of myself let me start from the beginning.

One gloomy day in 1931, I was frantically trying to get all money from my vault so that my clients wouldn't tear me to shreds. I’m a very good bank owner; however, since the market crashed people have gone insane trying to get their money out of my bank but frankly I don't have any of it. I’ve kinda spent their money on my essentials. Now, with the line outside of Time Watch Bank is all the way down the hill, and only have 2,000 dollars left to give! But then, something even worse happened on May 22.

If I did only one thing to improve in this area, it would be to start using a journal. I can quickly record important thoughts, write down personal experiences, make sketches, and explore ideas when you keep a journal with me at all times. Working out problems by sorting my thoughts on paper and then viewing them more objectively is easier than when all my thoughts are stuck in your head. Therefore, when another problem occurs, verifying the issues will be much easier this time.

When you look back on life, do you regret any of your mistakes? Sometimes I look back and pity myself and think about how badly I wish I could go back and change certain decisions that I made, but reality hits you real hard in the face and guess what… you can’t. That’s pretty much how my story goes, but there’s definitely a lot that I, and others, can learn from.

Cause we're scared to see each other with somebody else” - Drake ‘Doing It Wrong’

Assembling a time capsule that will contain three of my most priced possession’s is quite exihilarting. However, the three significant items that will be enclosed for years and years will contain personal belongings of myself for other’s to see and connect with. To clarify, the time capsules that I have seen through videos or movies all contain things such as the clothes from that era, newspaper articles, and love letters. However, mine would be a case of CD’s, a video recording, and a binder filled with my journal entries. To clarify, by putting a case of CD’s inside a time capsule is based on what the songs make me feel. It will contain a small sentence in front of the CD and it will say somethiing like, “Music to listen to when you have

Now that I know what areas I lack in I know what I need to change and have made plans to change them.Along with there not being enough funds to purchase my medicine I was hesitant to take the medication.I thought I would be able to do this semester and beyond on my own.I was wrong and realized I overwhelmed myself.I plan on taking classes in the afternoon so I can go to tutoring first.I realize now by the time I'm off the bus it would be 4 or 5 o'clock .By the time I got to my room I was exhausted.No homework or studying had been done much less eating.As a result I'd be half asleep studying .My tired state allowed for very little actual learning on my part.Half way through the semester I became very depressed.It was hard for me to get out

Nothing changed. No one said something to me, no one did anything, I didn’t do anything. Yet, I still dropped. I can’t tell you why. I don’t know why. I just fell. I fell from the feeling of happiness and love into a pit of despair. There was no way out. The only way to escape the feelings was pain. The intense cold that has solved so many problems seemed like the only way out. I couldn’t though, I wouldn’t let me. I knew with my heart that pain wouldn’t solve anything. I was still stuck wanting nothing more than to dissolve into my floor and disappear. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to get up. I just thought it would be better for everyone to forget me, wiped off the earth and out of history. I didn’t want to leave but I didn’t want to

Shift this woman I will be is slipping into form slowly sliding into new skin I have not met her we are still whispering our origin stories I came from youth fresh as budded daisies I knew only half of sorrow ignorance and innocence like cotton tuft lambs she comes from weeping weary as wrung out clouds some little wisdom and wary eyes like broken mares we are shifting rock against earth building mountains with our new hands I can feel her emerging from the jagged

On august 24, 2003 I suffered a near death experience that changed my life. It was a bright sunny day and my older brother was playing outside with his friends. Since, I could not play with my sister because she was small I would always follow my brother. My brother always played with older friends and they would get into trouble a lot. Growing up around by guys I always played like they did. If they would jump so would I. Being a girl made some differences because they didn’t want to play with me, they would underestimate me my ability, and would avoid playing with me.

She excused herself in a hurry, the chair almost tipping over with how she leapt out of her chair. The heels she wore to graduation loudly clicked on the floor of the restaurant as she locked herself into the bathroom for the evening. Usually she would have shrugged off her rude comment and went back and joined the conversation as if nothing had been said, but Ivy felt guilty and upset. It didn’t make her feel better to sit on the lid of the toilet either as she buried her face into her hands. Her comment was something akin to a mistake, she should have just said she was leaving and going to college, that’s what her statement should have been instead of; “I’m afraid I lack an answer”. While those might have been her internal thoughts, she shouldn’t have lashed out like that on the poor unsuspecting brunette.

This time, I was definitely chasing her. She was crying; screaming about something I couldn't hear. Her sorrow compelled me to run faster, but I couldn't catch up. She ran in to an elevator, but the doors closed before I could reach her. I catch another sprint elevator, but realized that I needed a badge to got to the floor she was going to. It's in my car.