Personal Narrative-An Unlikely Interpretation

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

A morbid melancholy stole over me. Anxiety gnawed at my heart. I was a living corpse. There was a feeling of chill in the air every day as I felt. I faked illness so as not to go to school. Despair hangs heavy in the stifling air. It was a dreary day for me , cold and without sunshine. I dread people and always avoid people. The door was locked from the inside. A cold grey light crept under the curtains. The windows were secured with locks and bars. The room felt cold and sterile.The flowers faded for want of water. A single lamp was suspended from the ceiling. The clock ticked louder and louder in a quiet room. I regarded the room as a refuge from the outside

The wind hit my face and caused my nose to resemble a raspberry. My hands are stiff and clumsy as I place another lid on a scalding cup of coffee. “Here you go!” I smiled. I handed the coffee off to a man who appeared much colder than me. The sky was the same shade as the pavement we all stood on. When I look to my right, I see numerous friends who are filled with joy as we work together toward a common cause. Then I glance to my left and observe the line with numerous homeless men, women, and children, all waiting to receive their lunch.

As the girl feels that there is an imminent danger, she walks towards the door and tries to open it. She can’t open it. She then takes a look towards the entire room and sees an emergency button and a defibrillator. AS she takes a look at the roof, she sees a person descending and quickly hits the emergency button. As the people in the hospital are busy singing the Christmas song, they didn’t see it.

Every day at six o’clock, a friend and I would meet up for dinner at our favorite diner. It was a quaint little place that occupied a small section of the corner on Main Street. It was the kind of place that would have thrived in the 1950s. However, time had not been nice to the checkered floor that no longer reflected the environment as a mirror would. The dull, scratched surface told the stories of the people that walked through the diner, the worn leather booths and counter stools told the stories of the people that ate here. Our attempts to arrive precisely at six, always ended up being ten to fifteen minutes after. That was always to be expected. I always arrive first and sat on a bench near the front door. Rain or shine, I always sat

The war was coming, and we all knew it. The bomb dropped on Hiroshima, or even Nagasaki, would be considered a dust mite in comparison to what the world had now. Families had begun digging up safe rooms, others buying places to live in mountains or underground. Only the wealthy were assured of safety, and we all knew that the government had plans for them. The general population didn’t get to know the plans we were just stuck, and we all knew that out days were dwindling.

“ENGLAND, We are moving, new school, new everything, ENGLAND,” shouted through my head and all of a sudden I was awake. It was just a dream I told myself, but then I looked at my room and there were boxes everywhere.I layed back down and screamed into my pillow until I fell back asleep again. I woke up with a giant migraine and then it hit me, I only had two days to enjoy the last of my town and friends before I leave. So I better enjoy it while I can.

you shoveled it in, and you shoveled it out. You spread it with your fork, and you'd go up this and back this. Up that, and back this and up that, and back this until you get the ground covered. Now, they take a tractor with four or five plows on the back, and plowed it ten miles an hour. At that time, you would have one plow to lay the ground over and plow it. It took three horses. You'd make two rounds and then the rest the horses for five minutes. Then you'd make two more rounds. That would only move you over about ten inches each round. Now, they do 20 acres a day, easy. It's a different world.

A meaningful event I experienced was quite recent, it was the time I volunteered around my community to help innocent people who had lost their families, homes, and precious belongings due to Hurricane Matthew. My sister and I went around our community for a few days to support people by supplying them different kinds of things like food, water, clothes, and everyday essentials. The experience had turned out to be so much more than I had ever imagined. I have always wanted to help people as much as I could when they were going through difficult times, but I never imagined that my help by donating supplies would make such a big impact on them. The adults and children were so happy and grateful for the items we donated, and I was happy to see

A potential alternative to my story would me being more of an open, expressive person. I would defiantly talk more about my feelings and how I would want others to treat me. Even though I was always an honest person, but always heavily guarded. Having a different paradigm I would have been able to let more people know how I felt about them and not worry so much about judgment or the disregard of my emotions.

I don’t think that I had any misconceptions at all. Fall auditions were required every year, yes, but they mainly addressed who would get the solos for the first concert. For every piece with solos after that, besides the Corelli and the final concert this past year, the solos automatically went to Fangbo without him having to audition. Regarding work ethic, my work ethic was strong as concertmaster for Philharmonia and for both years in Chamber. I played in all of the out of school performances, musicals, attended rehearsals, participated in Solo & Ensemble, and consistently practiced all of the pieces. I was completely dedicated to orchestra and gave 100%, even with my difficult class load last year.

Today I was trying to take your advise and to be more assertive, ask more questions, and state what I need them to do (and try not to say ‘no’). Many times today I caught myself saying “Can you please” and have to immediately correct myself. It’s difficult but hopeful with practices and time I will start to change this habit of asking permission when I don’t have to.

What I thought was another quiet cafe in another quiet town was anything but… As soon as I walked in I could tell that something else was going on with the way everyone stared at me. The only greeting I got was from the dog in desperate need of a bath jumping on me. The tall waitress called something and it jumped off but made sure to stay near.I found a corner booth that seems to have been cleaned in the last 10 years unlike everything else in this place. The only other people desperate enough to eat here was a small family of 3 whose daughter looked like she had just drank 10 cups of coffee and a mother who looked like she hadn’t slept in years. While thinking about whether or not I could stomach this place for long enough to eat a full meal the tall brown haired waitress, whose name tag was so old I could barely read it, comes and hands me a worn out menu with half of the food crossed out. I glanced at what I could only assume was a half eaten hamburger sitting on my table and decided against getting that. I finally settled on a piece of apple pie and a water for my evening meal.

Every night before I go to sleep, I pray that I get a flat tire. Confused? Let me explain.

I had always doubted myself. From things as simple as answering a question in class to something as big as messing up my role in the fifth grade musical. One of my biggest insecurities was my athletic ability. I had always been a smaller guy and not very strong or fast. So when I had joined football for the first time I was very worried I wouldn’t fit in. I thought I was going to be that one weird person, that was until I had started. Everyone welcomed me and treated me just like anyone else. This had given me some confidence and I was more comfortable around my teammates, but I still thought I was absolutely terrible at doing anything physically. At least until I had finally accomplished something during a game.