Personal Narrative: A New Place

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.

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

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.

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

When I was in the 8th grade, I read your book, The Hiding Place, for the first time. I am not much of a reader, so I struggle to get excited over books. However, from the very first chapter, I was captivated by the emotion and heart that was put into the book. It changed my outlook on how lucky I am to live in a country and a time where I can freely worship God without fear of what will come. I had no idea how much persecution was shown toward the Jewish community during the early to mid 1900s. It brought to my attention how much of a problem religious tolerance, or lack thereof, was during the time period. Even today as we struggle to follow and respect our religious values, we can look back on this time and be grateful for what we

Music isn’t something that I have ever understood, or have been able to work with. Knowing how hard it is to read notes and play an instrument, I have a great deal of respect for composers, musicians, and artists. This reading had a lot of information on the formation of classical pieces and I struggled to fully understand it as a whole, because of lack of knowledge of the vocabulary used.

only time we will discuss is yours, and the only applause will go to you. Many self-help books bring in other people, but I call that baggage. If it’s not your personal baggage, then it’s too much luggage.

We're looking for a place to settle down and start a family. We are both moving out of our parents houses. I work full time, I have two jobs as of now and my boyfriend is disabled by the state of Michigan he can't work so he will be taking care of the house he receives disability tho that is his source of income. We do have one dog, a boxer thats a year old, he is house trained Is there any requirements for him?

As I wrote this essay a lot of memories began to move like a slideshow within my head. Each memory kind of reminded me why I am the person that I am today. Out of all of these years God has truly been preparing me for greater. God loves me for me and I overlooked God plenty of times and I overlooked his word. I learned that I was in some of the predicaments that I was because of myself not because of God. God only wanted to see me grow more in him but I always put him on the backside not trying to truly become a full Christian. I was afraid of the things that might happen because I was already dealing with some harsh times in my life. Time after time I got weaker giving up on God knowing that every single time I messed up

It almost seems as though it were yesterday when I would shut off the lights, slam the door, ferociously hop on my bed, and read my favorite book until my eyelids simply couldn't handle their own weight. Of course my parents would make a routine check in my room to tell me goodnight so I had to read with great caution, for if my mom were to catch me reading after bedtime, there would certainly be consequences. Though through my little and inexperienced mind, I believed this risk was well worth it, because this turned out to be the first chapter book I had enjoyed from beginning to end: Among the Hidden.

I worked at the same place for two years. Although I had a sense of normalcy, my position changed overnight. I have been promoted from an Ohio Thrift employee to a manager. During my first official day of becoming a manager, I endured multiple tests on what it takes to run a business. Along the way, I acquired responsibility, authority, and knowledge.

They get to the movies the air smells like freshly popped popcorn. They are heading to the theater with Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales playing. They are taking their seats, the chairs are a bold red color. After they all sit down the smell of the popcorn makes Cora want to get some. She leaves but never comes back. After 10 minutes they all leave to find her, they thought the lines were long but there was no one or she went to the bathroom there was no one. Cora was really lost. And there was really no one at the place. Good thing that movie place was by Amanda’s old house, 2 Book Court. She knew the people who lived there and they set off. It was a warm summer's night the walk was probably 10 minutes. They saw no car driving

“Bang!” There goes the clamor noise of the gun that scares me every time. As I’m sprinting I feel the gush of wind brushing against my face, almost like a miniature fan. I am never going to stop or give up just because I am in second place mid race. I am going to keep being unwavering.

Technology is mesmerizing; therefore, I have always thought about it to be so. I admire the massive development that was made by inventors during the last decade; therefore, in college, I specialized in mechanical engineer. After graduating and getting a master degree I was ready tomake a change in the world ,but every company I attempt to get work at refuse to hire me since I am too young to be working as a technician. Although my hopes of working as a technician were banished, I didn’t give up my dream of making a change in the world. I worked a half time job at a pizza restaurant to keep a roof above my head and in my free time I would spend hours and hours researching , studying and expirementing. With the passage of a lot of time, my once

I have been coming to HHSC for 6 years as a camper, and each year has always been a new experience for me. I have met countless new friends, and I am grateful for them each and every day. Before coming to camp, I was always a shy and timid person, unwilling to put myself out there and meet new people. 6 years later, and now I’m the exact opposite; I love to talk to people, make new friends, and tell people my stories. Camp has given me so much confidence, and the sense that I belong somewhere. In a world filled today with so much hate and resentment, it is nice to always have a safe heaven, where no matter what the outside circumstances, everyone will feel together. Camp has meant a lot to me, and I have changed a lot because of HHSC.