Personal Narrative: A Day In Tennessee

Have you ever expected an unfavorable outcome from an experience, yet were shocked with the best? Nashville, Tennessee is the city where I was able to realize that I have the potential to do great things with my life. It was the middle of June at the 2016 HOSA International Leadership Conference, and I was sixteen years old. At this time, I had been dealing with anxiety and depression for so long that I never thought I would be able to make an accomplishment that meant something to others and myself. This trip helped me realize that I am capable of more than I think.

During summer break in august I went there with my grandma.some people might get a plane vasue the trip is so long but for us we drove down.It took us 3 to 4 days to finally get to where we needed to be going.It takes along time to get there only cause from driving so long you will need to rest so we went to a hotel every night and then we got something to eat for breakfast and dinner.

“Five Mississippi” -- Oozing crimson blood squirts and jets all over my snug apparel. Like a blazing fire, it spreads all over my “scratched” body . “Four Mississippi “-- One last glimpse of the moon playing hide and seek with the clouds, before I fade away. In that grimy, dreary, and wintry starlit sky, but that weather just made me expect the feeling of death. “Three Mississippi” -- Eyes of scarlet are gazing at me, however, I only perceive a blur; yet those eyes only made its ivory silk tailcoat, silver lining top hat, and chocolate skin seem more…nefarious. “Two Mississippi” -- Cozy fuzzy gloves are carrying me; flinging me to the strange electric glow of that eerie river; where I slowly sink into the ominous waters: drowning, bleeding,

n mid May of 2010 me and my mother lived in Nashville, Tennessee and in those couple of days, May 1 and 2, 2010 were the scariest days I have ever experienced.So scary because om those few days I spent a large amount of it either alone or displaced and middle Tennessee received nearly 14 inches of rain. A record that made the previous of only 6.68 inches that was set back September of 1979 look like one great day. Also before before May of 2010 Nashville 's record rainfall in a month was 11.04 inches, set back in 1983. It is amazing that a month's record was broke in two days. Exactly why us locals call it the "1000 year flood". The Cumberland river , the main river that runs through downtown Nashville crested at 62.58 ft. Parts of I-40, I-24, and I-65 were flooded. Ten people died in my city alone. Twenty- two in Tennessee altogether.

It was a hot summer day in Arizona me and my cousin were outside playing football when his dog Jack managed to open the backyard gate and get out.When we noticed we ask everyone in the house if they had seen him everyone in the house gave us the same depressing answer we were afraid of they said no so the first thing we did was open the front gate and take off using our feet and try to catch Jack.The first place we saw jack was in between a street called E.Jefferson as soon as my cousin saw him he bolted to try to catch him but he got cut off by the passing traffic jack also bolted and ran into the alley we used the fact that jack was in the alley to our advantage we ran him into a corner and trapped him,but jack was quicker and ran right through

560 miles, four states, and half a day of travel to see two of my close friends and a Kanye West concert. The travel to Nashville started an early morning at Pittsburgh International Airport with my brother. After awaking to find myself in Chicago my mind started racing with the possibilities of what awaited me in Nashville. I knew the city would be packed with many others going to see the Kanye West concert in the Bridgestone Arena. As time passed I knew it was time to board our next flight to Nashville. I heard the stories about what Nashville was like but i was still excited to witness what it was truly all about. As the plane landed in Nashville i quickly pulled out my phone to send pictures to my friends and family.

In 2014, I went on a mission trip to Little Rock, Arkansas. When I first got the bus, I felt so happy as blood started circulating through my legs because I had been sitting for TWENTY FIVE HOURS on the bus ride. As well, I had to escape the mixed scents of deodorant, perfume, and Doritos. The first activity we did after unpacking was go to the I-30 Speedway, which is a racing track. It was so amusing to see the cars drift past us, until chunks of mud would shoot up at our faces. It smelt like four gas stations were right near each other and the gas pipes leaked. However, it wasn’t the most incredible part. At the end of the racing, there was a firework and fire show. It lit up the starry night sky beautifully. Gasoline

When we first woke up we ordered some pancakes for breakfast. Than we got ready for the beach. It was so beautiful there we were all playing in the water. We would try to ride the waves with a knee board and it was so much fun. My mom said we can only stay for a little bit because she had a surprise for me.

I awoke to the sound of gunshots in the night. My air mattress had deflated and I was lying on the church’s cold tile floor. Police were banging on the doors and the security alarm was blaring. This was my first night in Memphis, Tennessee.

“Passport please,” I heard the woman say boarding me onto the plane. I was on my way to Japan, so excited as I took my first step onto this giant piece of metal the size of Indiana. As I walked through the isle on the plane, I found my seat right next to my best friend, Olivia. As we get comfortable; music in our ears, and playing card games, the pilot gets on the speakers and says it is ready for take off. The anticipation of seeing this beautiful country and joy of being able to go there and help people was such a blessing, I was beyond excited. Suddenly I found myself gripping my seats and and huge thud, we had landed in Tokyo, Japan.

Once upon a time my family and I took a road trip to Indiana to visit my grandparents and cousins. We always had the best times up there, but one in particular haunts me to this day. When we visit we always bring our dogs with us, and this particular time the neighbors had gotten a new Pit bull named Tank. Tank was the cutest, most determined little fellow, and that chilly day in November he was determined to meet our adorable miniature schnauzer Rosie. Tank had gotten out into my grandmother’s back yard eight times that day trying to get to Rosie. But that eighth time he escaped is a memory I will never forget. My cousins and I helped my grandma corral the aroused Tank so she could grab him and return him to his yard. By the time we got him

It was the beginning of the summer of 2017. Kaylin and I had gone to Tennessee to visit our older sister Alisa for a week, the last week.

I’m sick and tired of living in an apartment that is designed to fit 5 people comfortably, but only two people live there. Rent is through the roof; my roommate never pays on time, and my neighbors party all night long every single night. I can’t stand it any longer! I finally realized how bad it is because I would rather go back home and live with my parents. I am leaving that colossal apartment to find something my size. Emma size. With my budget of $15,000, I want something small, livable, and towable. My lifelong friend Jalyn is traveling with me to Arkansas to help me choose the tiny house of my dreams.

I was 10 years old when my grandparents took my sister and I on a trip in the summer of 2013. My grandparents had taken us to the Great Smoky Mountains in Tennessee.

When we got to the lake, we jumped in right away. The water was pretty warm and there was fish swimming near the rocks. We scared the fish away. We did lots of things at the lake house. We did donuts in