Personal Narrative: A Day At Wal-Man

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.

It was not often that I had a few hours to slip away and return to that beloved spot under my favorite pair of trees. That day I had packed my hammock, a thermos full of jasmine tea, and the book that had been gathering dust on my shelf for months. I hopped in my car and drove the relaxing forty-seven minute journey (I had narrowed it down to the exact minute since I had driven there so many times). I stepped onto that familiar turf wearing my favorite jacket; it was a little more brisk than most would consider to be the perfect autumn afternoon, but I disagreed. The crisp, dry air was refreshing, cleansing. I needed to clear my head.

One day my mom and I had to go to walmart to get some everyday stuff for the house. We knew that there was a bad storm in town, but we still needed groceries. We went to the car out in the rain. We got a little wet, but nothing major. As we got in the car there was a big boom from the thunder after the big flash of lighting! On the way to walmart it rained really hard. The rain was pounding on the roof of the car, but we have needed this rain for a while, and we finally got it. As we pulled up at walmart, I noticed that it wasn’t as bright as it usually is inside. It appeared to me that the lights were out, but I wasn’t sure. My mom and I got out the car, and the lights were on, but they were more dim than usual. It looked as if the lights

When I found out my aunt had breast cancer I was devastated because I thought of all of the things we used to do before she died. I remember when I was younger she would take care of me and my brother since my parents would be working or my mom would be at school. When me and my brother was younger she would drag my brother in the wagon and carry me in the wagon since I was smaller then my brother we would go up town and run erands with her we would go to the Piggly Wiggly so she can get groceries, To the drug store so she could get her medicine and the people that worked their would give us some candy everytime we went and we would go to Bonnies when it was open and get a cheese burger. When she would cook she would let me and my brother

When I was four years old, I wasn’t paying attention to my parents and as they were walking into a store, they left me behind. I remember really wanting a Barbie bicycle and I had been distracted. I was then left alone inside of Rockingham Mall and since I was only four, I didn’t know what to do. At first, I started panicking and looking around the mall. I remember seeing a lot of people walking by and it was a really busy day. So then I started to cry and I walked around the mall all by myself. I was on the second floor at that time, so I went down the stairs, which I tripped on. I had hit my hand badly and it was bleeding. That’s when I started to cry. I then walked around the mall crying until I reached one of the exits.

When I was four years old, I wasn’t paying attention to my parents and as they were walking into a store, they left me behind. I remember really wanting a Barbie bicycle and I had been distracted. I was then left alone inside of Rockingham Mall and since I was only four, I didn’t know what to do. At first, I started panicking and looking around the mall. I remember seeing a lot of people walking by and it was a really busy day. So then I started to cry and I walked around the mall all by myself. I was on the second floor at that time so I went down the stairs, which I tripped on. I had hit my hand badly and it was bleeding. That’s when I started to cry. I then walked around the mall crying until I reached one of the exits.

One day in the U.S. in 1939 during WWII Mr. Erlsten was packing to be deployed to Germany in two weeks. Mr. Erlsten was a Support Gunner. Two weeks later Mr. Erlsten is on the boat to Germany then he remembered he forgot he forgot some medical supply’s.

I can see the punch coming, it lumbers closer and closer to me just like a basketball when it is passed to you. Only I had to dodge this punch, which was still coming. The punch itself had several unique aspects, except for its slowness, - it was coming from my best friend-David- and he was ‘trying’ to get us on the same page. Looking back, it was the punch itself which lead to so many things changing between us; however, in the present moment it spurred my other best friend to try to come between the punch and me. Maybe he was making fun because he moved as slowly as he possibly could and the punch was still coming my way. Whereas Paulina sitting on the other side didn’t even bother looking at the commotion going in this side of the room. This made me wonder how did it

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

Have you ever tried to avoid someone while in a store? Thousands of people go shopping everyday. On any given day, at least one person will be stalked at a store that they frequent. I will never forget the day that in Walmart when I tried to avoid a creepy lady who then took my picture, while I tried to get away to find my mom.

I was in a hallway at the end of the day when suddenly I just full out tripped and when I tripped it was like the dumbest trip in the world like my shoelaces were tied and all but my foot just decided just to trip over my own foot. The bad thing was I was in the middle of a hall that was in a middle school a middle school and since you know everyone’s at their locker and the halls were full everyone just looked at me.At that point my White pants became black pants cause the floor wasn’t carpet it was marble and since it was the day when everyone went outside and since everything was muddy and the floors were extra dirty with mud so my pants became black pants. When that happened I thought I was a goner when I get home, but when I was in the middle of thinking that Charles said “Boi you good (means are you

“Where’s my shoe?” I asked worried as I was looking down at my feet, being driven to the hospital in an ambulance. Then a paramedic told me, “Don’t worry about your shoe” in a comforting voice, for some reason I was more worried about where my shoe had gone than why I was in an ambulance. I can’t remember what happened afterwards but waking up in a hospital room, with my parents in the room. Then a nurse walked in and told us that I have gotten a seizure, I was about 13 when I had my first seizure. After all that I went home, and it was very late. Later I was diagnosed with Epilepsy. Afterwards I had gotten another two seizures, one was because I wasn’t on medication yet. The other was caused because I missed a whole day of taking my medication.

According to Kottler, Zehm and Kotler (2005), teachers should "spend considerable time and effort building positive relationships with children, allowing their authenticity, genuiness, and caring to shine through. This statement drives what I'd like to be said about me at my retirement dinner. I want my students to say that I was a human being willing to relate my experiences to theirs and that I was their biggest motivator.

My hands began to shake as my eyes shifted away from the open boxes revealing packages of pink flesh. I hated blood and everything associated with it: veins, muscles, flesh, and the raw meat that was now staring up at me. I’m not a vegetarian, but rather a knowing, ignorant omnivore. My hand equipped with a sharpie, I took a deep breath and began marking and sorting the donated meat products that would have otherwise been thrown away.

I was walking back from lunch with my friend Matt, we were telling each other jokes about dead babies. I looked over and saw my little brother, I turned to Matt and said “watch this” then I ran up to my brother and tried to do a jumping high five. He didn’t think I was trying to high five him he thought I was trying to hit him. Out of instinct he pushed me away and I fell backwards, I landed and pivoted on the ball of my left foot. I thought I had gotten away safe and clear, I went to take a step and BAM! I had been tripped by my own untied shoelace, betrayed by my own apparel. I fell backwards and expected to hit lockers, unfortunately it wasn’t lockers or even a door. I had crashed into the glass display case, oh the utter humility. I hit the ground and leaned up on one arm, I was fine, not a scratch. Mrs. Wright come running up in total mom mode “ Oh my God, are you alright, AHH, don’t move!”.