Personal Narrative: A Day In An Advanced World

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

Walking into the coffee shop where everyone else , including me now, confronts people in their lives and continues to discuss important topics. The decorations around me are plain and simplistic, nothing special about this place whatsoever. I wait patiently for my invite to show, mentally preparing myself for the conversation that I want to have so desperately. I think of the topics I want to bring up and the ones I want to focus on more than others. Nervously, I continue to wait and talk myself out of thinking that they wouldn’t show at all. A few minutes filled with deep breaths later, finally they’re here. I walk over to the table we agreed to meet at, and sat politely before greeting them and waiting for a response. I cleared my throat and looked at my lap, trying to refrain from saying anything I’d regret. Taking a deep breath, I tried to remain professional while addressing the topic. Finally, my attention was brought to the person seated in front of me, to the world in front of me. With all the courage I could muster I stared dead into its

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

When I was 5, my hands grew old and weary, tired of construction and calloused from work. Day after day after day, I would fashion new worlds and cultures out of little LEGO blocks. I worked fastidiously- creating tiny planes, guarded forts, and expansive cities that swept from one end of the carpet to the other. (I loved to make castles with booby-trapped moats and false walls and hidden entrances.)

I always find myself staring blankly at my computer screen. The cursor flashes, mocking me, and the only word I have written is ‘the.’ I close my eyes, trying to think of all the things I did over the summer and in the past four years, and somehow, my mind only draws up the lyrics to Beyonce’s “Run the World.”

Growing up in a family of six, there was never a shortage of people to read to me, the only shortage that existed was my ability to understand and appreciate the story in front of me. I was always on the move and the sedentary act of reading a book never appealed to my childish motives. Coupling my inability to hear well and my stagnant progress in school, I was quickly falling behind. With most of my childhood dedicated to the fantastical world I had created, I had no time to listen to someone else’s story. I would not continue on this way though, for my mom, noticing my lack of literacy skills, made it her effort to divulge in me the wonders of someone else’s world, each world becoming a part of my own.

I was just going to work like every day. I was listening to the radio and they were having a thing were you call in and whoever was the fifth caller won two tickets to a NFL football game. So I call knowing I probably won't win but then I WON. I was so excited i called off work for friday saturday and sunday for it and i am bringing my cousin jaden and he said yes he would come and he can't wait to come with me. So we're both getting ready for tomorrow morning when were getting on the plane to go to california to see the panthers vs the lions i'm cheering for the panthers and cousin is cheering for the lions and we are betting 100$ on the team we want to win

A young me sits on my older brother's bed. I had been waiting after what was most likely hours of pleading to start one of my favorite activities. I wanted to listen to a record, but not just any record. An old 45 Superman record. With curious eyes I watched my father place the ancient relic on the turntable and I begin to hear the strange music and the announcer's deep articulate voice. The dark room provided an almost cinematic experience. Whether I more interested in the story or the strange alien technology the story came from was herd to tell. Being born into the age of CDs I was not familiar with vinyl and was never permitted to touch record nor record player. This restricted pleasure made listening feel like an event and ultimately amplified

“Five more minutes,” I respond, while rubbing my eyes, then rolling onto the “cool side” of the bed.

The outside of my mask represents what I show or represent the world. The blue on my mask represent my calm and relaxed thoughts. Several people have told me that I seem relaxed all the time. Also, the blue represents positive thoughts, since I seem to be always positive outside. The eyes are closed also because I looked relaxed and calmed. The zipper symbolizes how I am introverted and shy. I would not talk unless you talk to me. My archetype is the caregiver, I do love taking care of other people more than me. These are the personas I show the world.

There was only seven people on the team to show but the game was eleven verses eleven. (The white lines were barling visible on the grass that still remained on that mud infested field.)(The barley white lines were impossible to see on the mud and grass covered field.)(The sun shown brightly on the uneven mud enveloped field that was before me.) Even though so few of us came we still did our normal routine of stretching and jogging. While we were stretching every one counted to ten but I counted to fifteen just to be all stretched out I was also the only one who was willing to do the sitting stretches. When it was finally time to play couch broke us up into positions Jenna was the goalie; Caroline, Megan ,and I were defence like usual; ________and

What a day it was, it was an overcast type of day. Camden Ohio was the setting of this historical day. Both teams knew it was going to an all-out dog fight. A little bit of history between the Walsh Cavaliers and the Alderson Broaddus Battlers. The past two years the games ended with a one point spread. With us Battlers always coming up short. The first year we lost in overtime and we had chances to win but we could never finish. So with that first lost began our out of state rivalry. The second year I played a key part during that game. During my second year of playing lacrosse, I earned the starting faceoff spot. During mid-season, our first chance of a win came again, as we hosted the Cavaliers from Walsh University.

The big idea project was nice because we could do anything and use any type of media that we wanted to in order to fight well with our “big idea”. I picked a picture of a beautiful night sky and photoshopped a shadow of a person standing and staring at some constellations that I also photoshopped in. I first sketched out what I thought the proportions should be by just eyeing it out and using hand. I then decided that oil pastels would work perfectly for my picture, which I preferred over soft pastels. I tried to mix together different values and colors of blue in order to make to night sky look more realistic and have depth to it which, I think turned out pretty nice. To make the water look more textured I usually started with a dark blue

The way we were raised, or in the community we lived in is the reason why we are the person we are today. As I, Crystal, grew up in a household of two parents, and two older sisters. My childhood consisted of support, love, but mostly being spoiled by my entire family. The house I grew up in was in a neighborhood so friendly, loving neighbors, a place you would want to grow up in. Not a day went by that my sisters and I, and the other kids weren't outside playing, riding bikes everywhere, or simply walking to the elementary park a block away. With that said, I grew up well in a loving community, but with all that going on we had problems within our family. I was about 13 when I found out my parents were fighting and planning on divorce. Before the conflict, my parents decided on building a house outside

At birth, entering this new world alien, I was surrounded by the unknown, captivating, yet petrifying. This new world—a step down from the warm dark place where all you heard was a repetitive but appeasing thumping—was full of new sounds and colors. Having no knowledge about this new world forced me to learn as much as I could about the world I now inhabit. Unfortunately for my parents, I learned through destruction. Everything I acquired, I would drop in an endeavor to break it into its subcomponents. I attempted to measure how fast it would fall with nothing but a ruler and a stopwatch. I dissected objects, opened up televisions, phones, collected broken electronics, and anything that beeped or moved. I was quite the troublemaker.