Personal Narrative: Awakening Your Totem

My legacy began when my family taught me to read. My mom and grandma took turns teaching me different letters and sounds out of an early reader. By the time I reached kindergarten, I read well enough to strengthen my skills on my own. My favorite author from kindergarten was Eric Carle. I brought home Brown Bear Brown Bear so many times that my mother told me I was not allowed to read it again.

I think that is an excellent thought, Lindsey. When I first read this that is what I thought as well. Whenever Ada begins to let Susan love her, and whenever Susan starts to show more affection Ada lashes out. I think that Ada lashes out because she feels like she is not deserving of love, and she is not deserving of nice things. This just tears me up inside when a person does not feel like they are worth being loved. The amount of damage that Ada has suffered is almost irreversible now and I think Susan is starting to realize that this will not be an easy fix. I am honestly surprised at how normal Jamie is because even though he was not the one who was abused, he witnessed the abuse. I am glad that he has not lost his trust in people. This

Speaking from my personal experiences I can definitely say the spirit world is real. Such as when i was younger I would always feel strange vibes from certain things such as anything dealing with death. Like I went to a funeral home once and got a vibe that something was watching me. As i continued to walk i felt it getting stronger and stronger as i went to view the body. I wasn’t the only one to feel this feeling as my mother did as well. Many people each and every day encounter something like this. A haunted house, grave,and even a random location like a bridge. Some locations are said to hold powerful energy that anyone feels. Feelings that there could be something lurking. Sometimes when an energy is so high in an

Europe was the first occasion I truly spent time out of the country. I must have heard two dozen different languages while in 13 different cities, across 6 different countries. There were people from all over the world in the places I stayed. Everyday was new experience, even if I had a plan, something would pop up and I'd have to change direction. This happened mostly when I met knew people. When you're alone in a foreign country it's important to find common ground with others.

When you are faced with something you can’t see, how is it possible to tell them they are not welcome? According to Arnold Neumaier, a spirit is a force that influences the will of people. Spirits are able to make your body do things that you particularly would not choose to do on your own. The scenario of which I was in the presence of a spirit myself is not only peculiar but also unnerving to talk about. It’s common for most people to be cynical about the paranormal world until they individually experience what a spirit can truly do to the living.

I happened to pick up the autobiography of George Muller, and astonished at his importunity in prayer, I attempted one last time to storm the Throne of Grace. I began to pray, trembling before God’s Holy Majesty, owning my wretched existence, confessing my sinful, utter unworthiness, and there began suing for mercy, founded on the perfect work of Christ. I had nothing to lose if I would be immediately cast into hellfire, for I could bear no longer to live apart from God; to live without admission to His presence. I cried “Lord if I must die and go to hell, I will die, but I will die pleading at the Throne of Grace, I will die knocking on Heaven’s Door.” And in such a frame of heart it pleased the Lord to shed abroad His love in my poor

The dance that was most aesthetically pleasing to me was the dance titled “A Voice.” This dance had a combination of both single-unit and multi-unit movements. It was very appealing to watch. It was interesting to see how they originally started with two people dancing together, with one left out, to a different combination, to a different one. This dance was the one that let me leave the whole show with a smile. I could not believe the chemistry that all of the performers had during that dance. It dragged me into the story that they were portraying. The performance had an aura that I just could not get over. It was obviously the dance of the night for me.

It was a sunny afternoon, clouds were spread around the sky. Standing in the front yard the trees were dancing and it felt like the leaves were waving to me and making a slapping sound Stepping away from the tree shade, the rays of the sun strikes at my face like a flashing light that blinded my eyes. I covered my eyes with my hands and slowly removed them. I took few steps to move to the other side and stepped down to the hard concrete ground. My bare feet felt the hot concrete ground; it was like I stepped on hot lava. I quickly ran to the backyard to feel the cold grass touching my feet. Slowly I felt the grass and I had a refreshing feeling in my whole body. I could smell the fresh cut blade the texture of needles poked at first, but then

Today is the day of the reaping. It’s so unfair how they make people fight to death I was thinking as I was walking home from the Mayor’s house. I come home to Mother and Prim getting dressed up for the reaping. My mother laid out a one of her beautiful blue dresses and a pair of shoes for me to wear. After I’m done getting dressed my mother does my up into a simple braid. We leave the house and separate to our own categories. When Effie Trinket walks up on stage we know it’s time for her to put her pale hand in the bowl and pick a name. The girls go first so she picks out a name and reads out loud, “Primrose Everdeen”. I was so shocked that my little sister with one entry had been chosen to play in the hunger games. I was overwhelmed and I

Legacy: Special thanks to my parents. I would especially like to thank my mom, most of all because she has been there for me through everything. She always knows the right thing to say or do to help me or to simply cheer me up. She has always supported me in everything that I have ever put effort into and I know that she will always continue to do so. She was so helpful especially this last year with all of the crazy things that needed to be done to prepare for college. She has helped me through that and I would not be as successful as I am today if I had not had all of the help that she has given to me. I also want to thank my boyfriend Nick for supporting me as well. Although he has not been in my life for all that long, I want him to

Life is different in driving.Sitting in the passenger seat is completely different POV then when driving. When being the driver it is worrying. Every time you drive, you are putting your life at risk and the other drivers around you.

For a little while my family was seeing smoke on the horizon of life, as a life-altering wildfire was headed our way. My dad came back from the war beaten and broken, he had seen a lot of things and he was changed from the inside out, because of this, again my dad faced big decisions that could change the direction of my life. Even through all this my dad stayed the rock in our house and he pushed the fire away by making the right decision.

They always say this time is the last time, but is it really? Is there not any other chance of it happening again? Here how it went, as it was my freshman year I had a party at my house and invited a few friends. Well most of my friends invited their own friends which made it get bigger. My cousin brought one of her guy friends who seemed to be very cool in my opinion and we got along pretty well. We didn’t talk that much as he went to go see his girlfriend which I didn’t know he had. So I said my goodbye as he left and went back to having fun with my friends and still having the thought that I had on him about how he was attractive. Throughout the month I totally forgot I had met him but he had followed me on twitter after a couple weeks. I said something on twitter and he just so happened to reply back to it. As the hours went on we were dragging on a conversation on twitter and I got to the point where I was tired of it and said to text me instead. So he hit me up in my dm’s for my number and we started talking as friends. He did break up with his girlfriend already not to forget. We talked every day and started building

Dear Diary, I will never forget the word Miami. My family and I went on vacation to Miami beach the car ride was 9 hours. Even doe I was tired from the trip I was really excited to see my family from chicago that had also come on vacation. I was wearing sweatpants a t shirt and my slippers which are super comfy. When I saw the kids and the teenagers i had a big smile on my face, after 5 minutes we started comparing each other to see who was the tallest of the group of kids I was which kind off made me the oldest I felt awesome. The really cool teenage girls which I love so much Mela and Katy had their nails done wearing the bikinis.after hanging out we all went out for lunch to n argentinian restaurant…so good. That afternoon

I grew up in a semi safe environment that was filled with a variety of benevolent people, a vast majority of those people happened to be my family and family friends. The neighborhood was a little tough, there were gunfights in front of my home on three separate occasions and some home invasions but not too much. Thanks to my parents, I didn’t grow up around the rugged kids that Denver Harbor normally produced, so I grow up different from all of the other kids. My parents spoiled me as a child, but thankfully I wasn’t spoiled rotten. My mother and father were and still are fantastic parents, they’re the reason I’m where I’m now. I feel like I eventually grew up right, however I wasn’t always on the right path. There was a long time where I wasn’t stable, I often wish I could rewrite that section of my life, but it’s a part of my