It was 3 am in the morning. I woke up to a chilling phone call. I grabbed my phone and it was from Veronica. I was so confused, so I answered it. “Hello... “ I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice.
But as soon you were done and you put your clothes on the truth started to come out. I’m not sure of I want to be with you, can you tell me why I should be with you, by the way gabby is coming over soon, let me see your phone, but no you can’t see mine. EXCUSE ME these are the words of a self-proclaimed “man” but I call him a boy, which is what he truly acts like. You don’t get to make love to a woman then question if you want to be with her. if you don’t love her, you don’t touch her. She shouldn’t have to tell you why she should be with you; you should want to be with her because you love her. This isn’t a sorority rushing event where she must convince you why she is worthy of being a part of you. Another girl is coming over? What is this, it’s not healthy that is for sure. The disrespect of rushing her out and then talking poorly about her to another girl. You want to see her phone, really? For a man with so much confidence about the game he is playing and the love he fails to have you sure ask for a lot as if you are caring and
I couldn’t believe that their plan was actually happening. At that moment, Cami was vulnerable and I should have pulled Cami aside and revealed the cruel plan. My fear of rejection and losing my friends prevented me, once again, from speaking up. But, I couldn’t quiet the voices inside my head, Just tell her! This is mean. Do the right thing.
I went home to tell Sharkeisha my plan and when i got there she wasn't home. I looked all around and seen that our landline had twelve missed calls from a unknown number. I called the number back and it was Sharkeisha at the hospital she told me “ I don't know how but im 8 months pregnant”. I dropped the phone in a few hours Sharkeisha was back home and i told her about my
Ever since I was little my life has been changed. It all started when I was 8 and woke up to my parents fighting. They were throwing things at each other, calling each other names, and hitting and pushing each other around. I went outside of my room to go to the bathroom and saw my birth mother, Katie, laying in the floor with a pool of blood by her head. As soon as i saw this I went back to my room and pretended that i never saw anything. I tried to go to sleep, but I found that unbearable. The next morning I was getting ready for school and I noticed that my birth mother wasn't there. It was then at the moment that I realized that she was never coming back. I continued on with my day and when i get home later that day my father wanted to
My personal narrative was not very detailed because I could not remember most of the race and the reason I black out at the finish line. I gave everything had in the race and I barely remember any part of race. Till my family told I the whole race and I guess it finally came back to me but very few moments. But I remember everything before the first mile of the race and looking back that I’m a very spiritually person. Plus, I keep my traditions alive and still believe my way in my Native world. Instead of falling into the white way but I have to act white so I can make in this world and make a living for myself. I had to write about my last race because it was the best day of my life and I remember eating after the race at Texas roadhouse.
For my personal narrative, I have to write about a hero of mine, my hero is my best friend, Kat. Kat is my hero for multiple reasons, such as making me a better person, and a happier one. She also helps me edit and draw a lot of the time, which helps because she is super good at both those things.
What defines me is my drive to help people, and the adrenaline and mental high I get from doing it. I can accredit this to my Aunt Rhonda who was a Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) During my early childhood. I remember her letting me sit on her lap after she got back from a long weekend of volunteering, and me marveling over her stories of the shift. By the time I got to elementary school, I had started carrying extra band-aids in my backpack so as to save the life of a possible wounded classmate. When I got into middle school, I was familiar with the first responder standards of care and had my own basic medical bag. I spent my weekends reading “Grey's Anatomy” and watching endotracheal intubation demonstrations on youtube instead of doing my homework. But everything I
After I stopped screaming, she called my mom telling her I was being disrespectful. I got on the phone with my mom and before I said anything, she said “We’ll talk when I get home.” For the rest of the car ride, I
Throughout the conversation, we were both receivers and sources. The channels by which the message was communicated was verbal words, body language, and tone of voice. There wasn’t a large effect of noise in this situation because there was no physical noise around us, not even a radio, but there probably was a little bit of physiological and psychological noise because we were both a little tired and probably had a couple other things on our mind at the time. Hailey wanted to send the message to me that it was unfortunate I chose to make red because the red food coloring was bad, and she chose to encode it in the words “You should have just made green.” However, I decoded this as Hailey thought I messed up because I made a stupid decision, so I got upset. She quickly apologized because she took note of the feedback I was giving her when I slumped my shoulder, got a sad look on my face, and let out a
The way I am today directly reflects the way in which I was raised. The teachings of being smart with money, always using your manners, and always doing the right thing have helped to build my character as I have grown up. The community I lived in was very enjoyable where everyone was respected and friendly toward each other. The implemented rules and things we did as a family have stuck with me and helped shape the way I am today.
I was so excited you updated author-nim. I really enjoyed the chapter. I could only assume that the character was based off you. I know life is hard: coping with our emotions, accepting ourselves the way we are, decision making, and life changes, are not easy things to accept and/or make. Each day is a new beginning and along with it come new challenges/battles that we have to face and overcome.
Sabrina, Sabrina, Sabrina, you're too funny, maybe being in the field as a Social Worker would have changed her...wink, wink. At least she realizes that she talks too much. Although this is a touchy subject, as her friend, I would have diplomatically told her not to constantly refer to herself; after all, it's best coming from you and not some stranger. Her listening to your emotional conversation, is great; but my gosh, her experience came in handy right? When someone is distracted and not paying any attention, especially, being on their phone, I no longer continue speaking. You can tell they are listening by what they say next, smile. Honestly, that happen to me as well, where others are talking and I'm distracted, hence, I missed what was
In the first telling of my personal narrative, I did not consider including what had led me to a point where I began to embrace my identities and become proud of my heritage as Korean. There were many factors that led me to be who I am today. The reason for leaving out the information was because there were so many people and occurrences that led me to the point where I am now. For example, moving to different elementary school where there were more diverse body of students, annually performing at the Mosaic in the Korean pavilion, my parents being a positive role model, and becoming a volunteer teacher at the Korean Language School are some of the reasons which have led me to be who I am today. As I was surrounded by people who were interested