Personal Narrative: A Class Of Cold Water

As we close out the 43rd game of the season, the Phillies drop to 15-28. As the pitching woes continue, it's tough to look on the bright side. It's understandable for the fans to be anxious, but it's all apart of the rebuild. I'm here to tell you to R-E-L-A-X. The team is still incredibly young and in the process of getting back to October. Maikel Franco is struggling a bit at the plate. Picking up the slack in the lineup is Tommy Joseph, who has been on absolute tear through the month of May. Cesar Hernandez has cooled off a bit but still playing some good ball. What can't I say about Aaron Altherr? He's everything you can ask for right now and then some. One thing you can look forward to is one of the most exciting

As I ventured inside through the entryway. This immense yard used to be quite recently included space looked well past my desires. Two little condos developed were standing confronting each other on each side, in the center was a wellspring running new water. The entire inside of the house was changed, no all the more venturing outside to get some crisp water. It make life considerably less demanding for the ladies to do their day by day shores.

I never could have thought in a million years something this petrifying could happen to me. My favorite place in the whole world, Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, turned into one full of sorrow. As I dove to catch the fluorescent green tennis ball, hot white sand flew up onto my body. My dad, wearing his favorite floral swim trunks, responded with a typical, “Nice catch, Zako!” I began to lift myself off the beach floor and dust off the sand, when suddenly I noticed something peculiar floating in the elusive blue water. The object appeared to be a body. In a split second I realized what I was fixed upon. “Wait, it’s Grandpap!,” I shouted. The words fell out of my mouth in slow motion. That split second I first saw him felt like an eternity.

2014 Fall Semester in the begining was going pretty good i was excited to began school , adapting to the new college life, and interacting with friends and new people. I was attending all my classes on time , studying , and completing the required assigments that needed to be done. I also was working a full-time at Gensis Logistics it wasnt easy trying to manage my schedule , but i tried to make it work the best i could. MTE 1 , 3 , and SDV was a breeze to me I was completing my assigments , studying , and understanding the information that was given to me. Now on the otherhand ENG wasn't hard for me i just didnt understand the content that was teached by the teacher. English was always the strongest subject for me so i couldnt understand why it was such a problem in college , maybe it was the teacher and her teaching methods. I never understood any information that was given it seemed to me like our class was always off topic one class period we would talk english, and then another class period we would talk about something else besides english. Then she assigned papers and assigments that was unfamilar to me it seem like everytime she assigned the class papers

Oh my god just look at look at it And what was I looking at exactly probably one of the most monstrous waves of all time and I was about to ride it. I grabbed my surfboard and I was running as fast as a cheetah would in the wild chasing its prey running towards the water but my long black hair kept getting in my eyes so I had to put it in a bun real quick and right before I jumped into the water I took along look at myself just wondering how I got my scar on my back . I was a pretty decent looking guy, tall 5’8 , tan with bright green eyes I was pretty athletic too I played a lot of soccer and my life at home really wasn’t good but I usually just ignored it . When I bounced on the water surface I started to paddle and I started to paddle

I grew up in a small city in Connecticut named Waterbury, or commonly known as the “Dirty Waters”. I’m not entirely sure why people call it that but I do know of the local myth that if you drink from the fountain downtown, you will never live in another city. So naturally, I avoided it like the plague. And I it worked. Although I can’t say the same for my family as they are on the 3rd generation born there.

Swish, swish went the water as my hand glided swiftly through the surface. I use and kicked as hard as I could filling like a speedboat that finally reached top speed. I could hear the cheers of my teammates shouting” Go Lauryn Go!!!” And then disaster struck, Boom. I’d hit my head against the wall, coming in a little too quick to hit the flip turn. For me, everything stopped. My head was spinning, my legs were shaking, and I was more than a little off balanced. I had never experienced anything like that before. I was always off the block with great, speed determined to win, but this time was different. There was no way I could win because by the time I regained my balance all of my competitors were already three quarters finished.However,

Water slowly brushes across the carbon fiber side of the shell, and at this point a sense of familiarity emerges. The rhythmic beating of my pulse fills my ears, working to push away the background and bring my awareness to that of the girl in front of me, my coxswain, and my oar– a true marriage of sorts. I make sure to check that the equipment functions by running my fingers over the bolts of my rigger, the straps of my foot stretchers, and finally, as a ritual, tapping my blade against the water three times. Following this, I allow myself only one opportunity to break the wall between my position in the boat and my surroundings– a glance at each girl in the boats next to me– to remind myself to outpull all of them. The tension rapidly increases as the referee announces that “We have alignment”, otherwise a universal signal to all rowers to mind the impending start of the race. The low voice of my coxswain reminds everyone to adjust their seating position in the boat, sit up straight, and have their shoulders back–the

What if you can only pick a movie, book, or tv show that would not be destroyed.? we would love to save all differents kind of movies, books, and tv shows, but you can only pick one! I would pick the tv show spongebob, the divergent book and movie, and diners drive-ins, and dives .

Water A rainy day I stand in the street in busy morning in London with others around me at this bus stop, despite the downpour and wind; it puddles and drips down off the plexiglas to us below. As of us together, our feet wet, and some muddy you can hear the sirens as they pass us. We've been waiting since about ten minutes but tensions are rising, as the rain beats down.

A trail of blood followed behind me as I walked onto shore. The sand suddenly turned red. I shined the flashlight throughout my body, from my shoulders to my toes. The seawater rolled down my skin, snatching the blood from my wounds. I realized I was dripping blood.

We catch tiny cutthroat and rainbow trout but they're a lot of work for the meat they provide. We won't be eating like the kings I'd imagined. I was really looking forward to showing off some of those Kamloops and repeating Frank's cool lie. "Worms."

As the sharp red needles and small rocks stab me in the back my hard burn with pain. Looking at my hand, blood drips in streams down to my elbows making puddles of blood. My eyes wander around looking to see what had just happened. I began to slowly creep my way up making sure to not touch the red-needled ground. Muffle sounds start to come into my brain and I can make out voices of laughter. Wandering some more I can make out a faint shape of gan. I slowly rub my eyes, I can get a clearer picture with every wipe. He was rolling around holding his butt. I see brown smudges of dirt covering his pants. Two pairs of strong arms start lifting me off the muck and wipe the little needles and brown pine cone seeds off of me. I get settled on a dark

A bit chilly at the lake's edge under the night sky, but I like the sound, water splashing against the formation of boulders. I like the universe the stars and galaxies. A dark open sky above the water illuminated by the millions of stars. The mountains display an appearance of watching over the lake. That's why I love it here at the loading docks at water's edge and the parking lot where the ravens fly by. Although evil has settled in here, and under the waters. Gazing up at the night sky, and watching spacecraft travel their routine, one of the probes I assumed didn't correspond because he traveled off course is going the wrong

When you wake up on a tile floor, it is normal to have a ache in your back. My plan for the day was to go, find, and collect water. I grabbed a spool of fishing line and tied the end to my door frame, and I put the spool in my backpack, so that when I walked I made trail of string to follow back home. With this safety measure in place, I went out in search of water. After only a few hours of exploring, I heard the trickling of water. I bee lined for the source of the noise. I had found a fresh water spring! I fell to my knees, and started drinking. As far as I was concerned, this was the best tasting water on God’s green Earth. I filled several jugs that I had brought from the store, and went on exploring.