My Handbook Narrative

I'VE BEEN SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS TO COME OUT!!! For those who don't know this is one of my anticipated of the year (you can check out my list if you haven't already, I posted it in September). But since this is the last book of the series I don't feel the need to write a very long non-spoiler review. I won't write the reasons why I love this series so much in my Top Ten list if you would like to check that. The series starts out in this futuristic world where a young girl named Cinder catches the eye of Prince Kai, the future empire of the Common Wealth. The only problem is that she's a cyborg, part-human part-robot. For this book, I would give it about a 4/5 stars. I was definitely a great read but it wasn't my favorite book in the series, I honestly felt that Cress was the best book, then

My eyes followed the paths of my pencil point carefully, scrutinizing every stroke, every mark. Once I was finished, I held the sketch in front of me, frowning. It was still Oswald, the traitorous but annoyingly innocent rabbit. I furiously scribbled him out, almost ripping the thick

It was a cold day in November as I scampered out of my Biology class, unsatisfied with the grade that I had received on my exam. I rushed to the basement of my campus’s athletic facility brimming over with frustration and quickly tossed aside my school supplies in exchange for a pair of soccer cleats and goalkeeper gloves. I threw over my grass-stained gray cotton sweatshirt, stepped outside to the bite of an approaching winter and joined my comrades in our warm-up lines. The boys were all laughing and talking about what happened over the weekend as we prepared for another practice. Being surrounded by my teammates made me forget about my worries and allowed me to disappear into the routine of physical activity. My collegiate varsity soccer

I woke up to the distant sounds of cows mooing and the rustling of feet while guards switched shifts at the wall. I would’ve gladly been out there keeping lookout, but General Travis keeps saying that 14 is too young to have your life on the line, even though we all knew that simply being there at the fort was putting your life on the line. I slowly sat up and yawned and glanced at the closed window shutters. A small bit of light spilled out onto my cot, dawn was upon the Alamo, and that meant the cattle were

You seemed as if you left out of your 4th block Spanish from those rusty gray doors on the side of our school building.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

The problem with this scenario is that I am engaged in too many activities, where the responsibilities lay solely upon me. I must seek a solution to the issues I face where my life isn’t so stressful to the point of affecting my health. I have recognized and noted the circumstances in my life that require evaluation. I wasn’t sure how I would overcome this dilemma, but an author once said “I firmly believe that our own minds are the greatest tool we have to achieve anything we want.”

It was nearly three in the morning and I was running on cold coffee, the inkling that I was on to something, and the visceral clicks of an antiquated but beloved smith-corona typewriter. Nights like these are not out of the ordinary for me, and like many of these nights go, I'm not entirely sure what I was really writing about. I know that it was probably a strange mixture of stream-of-consciousness and delirious epiphanies that wouldn’t hold up in the morning, but I was in my element. I was invigorated because I had found my groove and I would’ve done absolutely anything to hold onto that little bit of unadulterated magic for as long it would last.

My biggest challenge starting this program is getting acclimated to a school setting and schedule once again. I started my Master’s program in 2008 and I completed my degree requirements in 2010. Since then, I’ve begun working full-time whereas during that timeframe I was working on a part-time schedule. While working I’ve accumulated a number of assignments that I am responsible for and my work schedule changes often due to those assignments. So, not only do my duties change but my schedule changes quite often. With my current assignment, I’m working as a New Hire Instructor for a federal agency and I am assuming all duties of this assignment along with my regular position.

“So, uh, you’re not going to believe this.” These are the words I hear upon answering my phone. My friend continues, “I just dropped off my wife at work, and well, one tire is facing straight and the other one is not.” I get dizzy and my face lights up red as I hear the description of my car. My friend continues to stammer as he tries to explain what happened, but I don’t listen to any of it. I know that I’m getting the bill no matter what happened. “Well, have it towed to a shop.” I say, most likely interrupting his continued jabbering. “Call me when it’s there and I’ll take care of it.” This was not the first, or last, time that I had to make sure an unplanned event could be taken care of out of my pocket. In most people's lives there will

I received a call from Ms Mullen, she stated she has received a call from Bruce Janice and Juan Basope (?) she was not sure about Juan's last name.

My family is full of musicians. My parents and my grandfather all play in the same wind band, in which my great grandfather used to play as well, so it was assumed that I continue the tradition. For a long time I thought that wind music is old-fashioned and certainly not ”cool” enough. I dreamt of becoming a famous singer making cheerful pop music. I’ve changed a lot since then.

I would go into a desperate panic when all a sudden I could not hear. I would get this hollow sensation in the pit of my stomach, my throat would become dry as I gulped and tried to gather my senses. It was as if the volume button was turned down and all that was left to hear was a weird gurgling static sound. Reality hit me hard and fast, I had hearing loss. I thought that was the worst of it, a fluke thing, little did I know about the next ten weeks ahead of me.

“Oh snap!” I need to get a new pencil, it broke! I need to be done soon!

It was a brisk summer day when the bugs got in my desk; their tinny green bodies squirmed through a hole near the bottom that presented its self like a portal. The three greasy beetles crawled under my papers and through the pages of my books. They left little trails of filth and gunk as they traveled with no sense of direction or intention. To them, my desk was an entirely new world unknown to bug kind; to me, it was a smaller version of my bedroom…messy. The bugs explored for hours on end, twelve to be exact, until I returned to my desk and discovered the little footprints that dotted my books and tests. My first thought was that a leprechaun must have searched through my desk the day I was gone, but soon I realized that the tinny foot prints