Personal Narrative: A Class Of Cold Water

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

Looking at the Phuture 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

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

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Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

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’d had many mini-lifelines thrown my way, none turned out to be the life-altering, ground shaking beneath me, and gates to opening up “heaven”, though. To me, I’d blame it on the different ways I came off to strangers, depends on the day, I could be a multitude of characters, but never latch onto the following of others. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted my lifeline to latch onto, the problem was, I was like a fishing net with a gaping hole--incapable of doing such things. Then, the last person I expected to, stepped up and accepted the challenge.

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.

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,

So there I was, looking down at the murky green water. Next to me was my friend Josh. We looked at eachother for a bit, then decided to just go for it. Besides, I need some stories for my grandchildren someday right? We backed up to the other side of the massive rock, looked at eachother one more time, clicked on my Go Pro in my left hand, then, we took off in a dead sprint.

My mom and I loved the movie. It was neat to see a Western movie 'cause you really don't see those much any more.

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.

I am so humbled to have been a part of such a huge production and event this past weekend in West Palm Beach, FL. I Co Produced the first ever A Concert for Humanity benefit concert, benefiting the amazing charity Wells of Life. Did you know? every 21 seconds a child dies from drinking contaminated water. The Incredible team and I put together a concert to bring awareness to this and I have to say, we kicked ass. We got the Grammy Nominated NEEDTOBREATHE to fly out and put on the concert of a lifetime. 5 (short) weeks of hard work, planning, studying and preparing we were able to bring it all together. There were many highlights of my weekend, talking with the creators of Wells Of Life, meeting to many selfless people, hanging with the band,

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

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." We've set up camp in the