Narwhals-Personal Narrative

Lobstering is in my blood. It is what supports my family and most of my town. I have been doing it my whole life i’ve had a lobster license since i was 8 years old which is as young as you can get one. I love summer just for lobstering season plus I like the money outcome. I hate school starting the most because it tires me out because I play football everyday except sundays and some saturdays so i have to wake up early and haul on my days off from school.

Having a dad that is in the military can be tough. I had to adapt to new places and go through situations that made me doubt who I really could be. Through it all my family has always been there for me. When I moved to Virginia it was hard for me to adapt. After I joined the soccer team the situation brightened up. It’s coming to that time of leaving my family. They will be moving to Knoxville, Tennessee when I graduate. Radford is close to Tennessee but still in Virginia. I seek to join Radford’s nursing program and soccer program. Radford has everything that I dream in a college and more.

Doing something new can be terrifying and freighting. The hardest thing that I’ve had trouble with is doing things in front of people. When onlookers stare at me it makes me feel awkward. The summer of two thousand and eleven, I made the volleyball team at Covington High School so, that meant this would put me in front of a lot of people. My team name was The Lady Lions. The Lady Lions and I have practiced all summer long for our first game. Unfortunately the first Monday of school was my first game. Monday’s arrival at school came fast! The game was at the end of the school day but, the more I thought about it the more nervous it was. This was a new situation for me because I’ve never been in front of a crowd that big.

It was a cold, rainy Saturday. I woke up, nervous as could be, slipped on my sandals, and headed to team breakfast. We all needed to be energized and for the big game that afternoon. Everyone chatted quietly as we devoured our hearty breakfast of eggs and pancakes. Though we were all hopeful and wanted more than anything to be victorious.. It always came back to Monadnock. Year after year, it seemed as though Monadnock would be the team to wreck our season. But if there was any day for us to beat Monadnock, today would be the day. We always played stronger in the rain, and if we lost, the seniors would be done with high school field hockey. We were more hungry than ever for this win.

I never dreamed of being in a band, not in a million years. One day I was at the monthly Jam at Center Stage Vintage Guitars. I always had a great time jamming with the people there. And I always brought my banjo to the jams. It started out just like they usually do when all of a sudden this guitar player came up to me and said, “I got to talk to you.” I was confused and felt like a cat with no claws because I didn't know what he wanted. He looked funny because his extremely curly hair was as long as a redwood tree. He introduced himself and a bass player next to him. The guitarist was Greg Sanders and the bass player was Neill Jones. Neill looked as short as a middle-schooler, although he was twenty three.

As a child of a coon hunter, I personally love the sport. But there is more to it than just the sport that I love. When I started getting into hunting and showing hounds, I was about 12. Not because I was forced to, but it was because I watched my Dad do it and I wanted to be like him. So I started off at YEP events. I did everything I could there. If there was a field race, I entered my dog. If there was a treeing contest, I entered my dog. Did I do all of them? No, because I would be at another event when the one I signed up for was. I was either in it or watching my sister. When I started hunting more than anything, I started at a YEP event also. I hunted a dog named Jeb, he was my mom’s hound. In my first competition hunt ever, I had won high scoring male and second place. I was knocked out of first because of 25 circle points.

Before I started going to SOTA, I had been homeschooled for the past X years. And when I transferred from homeschooling to high school, it was like traveling to a different country. During the early months of my freshman year, I felt like everyone around me was speaking a different language and sadly I didn’t have google translate. I was unsure about how to appeal to the seemingly endless crowds of unfamiliar teachers, students, and social customs. This, as I have discovered is unfortunately not just a high school thing. Even when you have survived freshman year and have some vague sense of who you are and how to be your most authentic self, one can still face the common feeling of being out of place in your current environment.

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

Later on, Linda and I, happy together went to the garden to climb trees, eat leafy food, and pursue butterflies in playing field close by a colossal waterway. Linda overwhelmed by this awesome scene started to bounce up with energy. I took Linda by the hand and led her to a serene cow. This animal was enduring out there gnawing some grass. Linda followed it yielded on her stifler, she confronted and chuckled and said stunning!! My educator said the cows, sheep, and goats are ruminants, they eat simply grass. At that moment my only wish was to go to class I thought. At one time in a while, I played with little sheep, they are so dazzling, splendid creatures. Causing a gathering of fun we disregarded time. It was getting dreary, I expressed,

The creek is a place were I can release all of my problems with the world. I can sit down and really think. Not having to worry about the time or if I am getting all of my assignments done. The creek is my place for thinking and quietness.

Nor Din was a friendly, caring person who would always help those in need. He decided to help my dad get into a college. My dad had no money and was living in the old basement of his parents house. His parents did not help him in any way. They believed that he could make it on his own. Nor Din heard about the problem and went to their house in Michigan to help him.

On 11/01/17, at approximately 4:33pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian with Franklin County Animal Care and Control was dispatched to the State Route 315 North and Rich St on a police assist. I arrived on scene at approximately 4:55pm and met with Columbus Division of Police (CPD) Officer T. Eklins #1963. CPD Eklins stated the van (green) was abandon on the side of the freeway. As CPD Officer Eklins approached the van, the side door was open and a medium mix (Black) dog barked at him. I had CPD Officer Eklins complete a police assist form. I utilized my snare pole and placed the dog in my vehicle. The dog was wearing a 2013 Dog license. I located dog owner Roger Hamby (1495 Greenleaf Rd). I requested that FCACC Dispatcher B. Grotsky try to contact dog owner. FCACC Dispatcher B. Grotsky had to leave a voice message for dog owner. I cleared from the location at approximately 5:27pm.

In my dream, my mum and I were in my grandma's house, which sorta morphed into my mum and I’s house., and we noticed some weird things going on. In the fridge there was little black bugs crawling around in the crisper for veggies, and around a bit near the food. Then those bugs got bigger and it was really gross and scary. So then these bugs turned into these weird looking cats in the crispers, and when you opened the fridge, they'd come out from the back of the crisper - I guess because there was light in the fridge for them to actually see around when we opened the fridge. They had weird eyes, and some had weird designs on them in their fur. They basically looked like evil nightmare cats. Their eyes would change a lot, they got slightly bigger, and the cats were trying to get out of the fridge but they

Go back to a time, when smart phones, and laptop were as thick history textbooks. To a time when a whole gallon of gas cost a little more than a dollar. The year is 1998 and in this year I was born. I was given to a very loving mother and father, that with their extraordinary love gave me the unextraordinary name of David. I grew up in the wonderful city of El Paso, Texas.

I was cold, tired, hungry, and my left forepaw was twisted. It might have even been sprained. The cold rain made me shiver, and I hugged my six tails closer for warmth. Suddenly, a bright light enveloped me. I let out a yelp, and quickly hid behind a cluster of pipes.