Personal Narrative: A Lesson Before Dying

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.

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

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.

When I walked into the store, I was greeted by the sales associate, Cathy. She came over and asked me how she can help me today. I replied that I was looking for a new mattress and was told by a co-worker that they had a new Sleep Number bed and I was interested in finding out about them. The associate asked me about my current mattress and what I was looking for in a new mattress. After I answered her questions, she led me over to the demonstration mattress and asked me to lie down. She gave me the demonstration and then asked me to come over to the m7 mattress and lie down on that mattress. The associate then demonstrated the adjustable frame of the m7. She then gave me the laminated pricing sheet and explained that there was a current

”Pegale cabron! Mas fuerte” I heard voices yelling and chanting from a distance that didn’t seem too far, flickering a danger flag in my head. I looked around until i saw a quick movement from the corner of my eye. It appeared to be two men fighting underneath the old massive stadium i had just finished running around with my older sister. I wanted to go and investigate the situation but in the back of my i head i heard my mom’s voice saying “don’t talk to stranger, avoid danger.” It took some convincing but my sister soon agreed to check it out, and In minutes we were on our way to where we thought the fight was happening.

On June 4, I died. Well, metaphorically speaking. Let me rephrase that— I was reborn.

My head was ringing. This can’t be happening. There’s just no possible way! Blood trickled down my forehead. My heart beat what increasing with every breath. Why did this have to happen? Why?? My head was beginning to pound. I closed my eyes, and began to remember what had happened and what had gone so horribly wrong.

"If you find something really great, don't screw it up, don't mess it up, but hang onto it. You never know how and when it ends." This quote of Stana Katic's is so simple and so clear that the deeper meaning slips by people. I; however, have spent so long contemplating its meaning and how it applies to my life.

“I am still learning,” that is what the 87 year old Michelangelo declared, but what was he learning? A countless number of facts? How to be a great artist? No, he was making himself into a better, well-rounded person. That is what a liberal arts education provides an individual; because a liberal arts education is not only about learning facts, but becoming a well-rounded individual, in doing so, making the world a better place. Loras’s four dispositions—active learners, reflective thinkers, ethical decision-makers, and responsible contributors to professions, societies, and religious communities—make this feasible.

I watched as Reedfang disappeared into the bushes with Leafwatcher by his side until their tails vanished from my line of sight. My eyes momentarily closed as I gathered my bearings, praying to Starclan that I wouldn't have any needs for my claws.

I was 3 years old when I start to studied in a school in San Miguel de Allende with a German educational system much known as Waldorf education, I learned interacting with nature while I was developing some skills, my parents always said that they don´t know exactly at what age I learned to read, write, multiplication, add, subtract, etc… they have never listened from me about a homework or a test.

    Ever since I was a little kid, I had always wanted to travel. I have always wanted explore and discover the exoctic places the lie in other corners of the earth. Throughout my childhood I have watched many TV shows of people traveling the world and visiting famous landmarks I would hope to see one day. One of my favorite explorers, and survivalists is Bear Grylls, his adventures make me want to get out and explore the world on my own. I would one day like to be able to travel all around the world, and experience different cultures.

It was really hard to stay relaxed the next day. I’d get looks from Alex because he knew something was up. If Rhonda was suspicious, she didn’t show it. The second class bell rang and I headed to the front of the school where I paced until my mom arrived.

Isaac, a student from Elk County Catholic in Saint Mary's, currently working hard to be a good practicing Catholic. I beg that you do not fall into the deep, dark sin of suicide, the price of your life is not worth all of the problems you are struggling through, suicide is the act or instance of taking one's own life voluntarily and intentionally, the Lord gave us our life as a gift, do not waste it. Remember, Christ died on the cross so that we may live. If you are considering this horrible action, imagine all of the pain and stress your family will endure, you will not just be hurting yourself, but others around you. I feel confused and angered by anyone who is even thinking about ending their life. If you are one of the struggling people