Personal Narrative-A Beer Me

My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty, my head is spinning, as I prepare myself to go into my least favorite place in the whole world; Chemistry class. I find myself sighing as I go to my seat, get out my book, and prepare to try to understand any word my teacher spits out at me. As I look up from my books and binders, I see the goofy, crazy, curly haired, Ms.Moser staring up at me like she has just seen something unworldly crash into my school and land right in my seat. She hands me a paper facedown, and I wish I did not exist for that few select fifteen minutes. As I flip my paper around, I see the dreaded words, F I P Q U I Z. For the next fifteen minutes of sitting in my seat racking my brain for some sliver of an answer for the questions

“ Do you happen to know who Amelia Wilder is? He said as he slowly slid a picture of her towards Joana.

“If you do, I’ll be sure to have ya’ fired. Get a move on, Blackwood, those tables ain’t gonna clean themselves!” He scolded as he trudged off to judge other employees.

Then she handed us a card with her name on it and walked away. On the top of the card in the corner it said Live Music Records. We both looked up and smiled. He asked if we could walk. I told him my background and how yesterday I lost my job. He told me he never had a job, his parent pay off his apartment and he gets money in the mail every month. Then to the side he gets about fifty a week for performing. I don’t know much about him, so I’m not sure what I’ll do. He gave me his number and we went our separate ways. I know everything is wrong up to this point, mostly because I know nothing about him. He could be a murderer

For the first time all night, I had no idea what to do. Light from the trio of bulbs on the front of a deputy’s Impala swept over me and washed away the indecision; I put my hands up haphazardly by my shoulders. Someone had to brave the chill in the driveway to meet the cops. It was only polite, we had called them after all. As boots crunched out of the footwell and onto the gravel, the night’s events that had coalesced into this moment tried to stick to my brain one last time…

Carl, Derek, Adam and I plan on having some leaving drinks this Friday so as it’s been a pleasure working with all of you which I’m sure you all will say the same about me without a doubt and you fancy a drink in my name after work then you’re more than welcome to come along to provide a real legends exit, also applies to anyone I didn’t include

Oblivious and vulnerable, I enthusiastically flaunted out into the depths of denial as a young, flourishing child. My mother and father had initially left behind their loving family and close friends to pursue their education on fine American soil while also setting their hopes and eyes high upon a successful career and lifestyle. Briskly, they latched onto a few valuables, and at least a couple thousand dollars to sustain themselves, both individuals had soared outwards from Shanghai, China. Home was left behind in the dust and the least of their concerns—will they ever see them again?

Last year after hearing of Yale Young Global Scholars program in Beijing, contentment felt all over me. The truth is I was always obsessed about China. I could never wait a time I would have my feet in the world‘s biggest city. Beijing connected along with Yale University had my imaginations right. Learning, interacting with new diverse cultures, experiencing college life, and so many other were stories form a friend who got into the program last year. Time could not fasten until I saw the application form online and immediately created an account.

This will be a long personal narrative about my current stressful life. Before, I came down to the University of Georgia to work with the football team my life back in East Lansing, Michigan was quite peaceful. However, I will admit I was still overly stressed with the endless amount of coursework I had, but I still had time to relax or had time to be bored and question what I should do with my time. Now taking all of my credits online and working 12-15 hour days, then traveling to the games on Saturday has me begging for more time. Furthermore, the current stressor affecting my life is time management. After learning about epigenetics and how lifestyle choices and stress can alter your gene expression, this paper came at a perfect time to

“Ain’t no one folding under your weak ass unbarring pressure,” I retorted, taking a seat by my fake fiancée. “And what’s with this stuff you’re sitting in front

Standing outside was a girl about three-fourths his height, but not nearly as thin nor as well-built. She looked fairly average in size, but it wasn 't her size which struck me first. She pixie-cut brown hair with a few pink highlights and a little too much eyeliner. Her shorts were a little too short and a little too tight, and nothing about her struck me as wholesome.Just to make her obnoxious look complete, she was chewing gum a little too loudly.

“Anything interesting at all?” Tony asked palming the crystal. Bryn shrugged, toying with his spoon.

"Tell us what?" Trixie queried. Starlight Glimmer was just as anxious to know. Twilight sighed.

"Sorry, I startled you. We both left our keys and I didn 't see your truck so I didn 't think you were home," He sighed.

    One event from my life that I always remember is when I was first starting school. I was wearing a Bright Blue Basketball Shirt and a pair of Bright Blue Basketball Shorts. I woke up very early that day. When my sisters finally woke up they got ready and we went outside to wait for the bus. When the bus came my mom wanted to get pictures of us. So when we arrived at school I went to class. I was extremely nervous but when my teacher told us her name I laughed. She told us her name was Miss.Wiederman and that made the entire class giggle. When it came lunch time I didn’t know where to sit. So when my sisters came in they told me to sit with them. That is one good memory that I have with my family. Another is when I