Personal Narrative: Changing Of The Season

The ideas that Steve Lawhead presents in his poem “The sun goes down on summer” reflect my own feeling and thoughts as I begin school this August. For example, in second stanzas of the poem he says “Instead, the day rush headlong into change and I feel like nothing’s ever going to be same.” This related to me because there are many things that I hope they will never change. Just like wheat he says, even though I know I can’t stop it from changing. I still wish form the bottom of my heart that they will never change; because that really will make my life much easier. Later in the poem he says “I’ll look real hard for my last-year’s friend to get me from one scrambled class to another, through halls crawling with

Threads to Which I belong is a book that captivated my soul. As I read through the pages of history, I found myself traveling back in time. Invisible I stood in Mississippi watching a family’s history unfold. As I turned the pages, my emotions changed constantly. I experienced emotions of anger, disgust, sorrow, and happiness. The author has written an outstanding piece of work that forces you to consider researching your own family history.

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

Changing is Growing Throughout this poem,”The Sun Goes Down on Summer” by. Steve Lawhead, a student is worried about going back to school after summer break. He shows a significant concern for his grades, behavior, academic achievements and societal interactions, and is trying to come to terms with his “impending doom” he faces. Time and again in the poem, the author expresses their worries about fitting in, being himself and making friends.

I spent my childhood in Suburban Connecticut, and my teenage years in Florida. Both places effected my outlook on life and my personality in different ways, especially because my experiences in both places was very different. In Connecticut, we felt the effect of a climate with four discreet seasons — and many of my conceptions of family life still have seasonal associations. Raking leaves and picking apples during the autumn; ice-skating with my sister during winter; how good it felt to slink off our scarfs and heavy coats in the spring; and the sadness of leaving my parents to go away to summer camp. Eventually moving to Florida, at age 15, the things I missed the most was the excitement of seasons changing. We had the sun year-round their

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

August 15th was so memorable for me because it was the day I gave my daughter up for adoption. It was one long and hard process for me to go through, but I knew it was for the best. I needed someone who could give my child the stability and maturity that I knew I couldn't provide at the time. It took me a few weeks, but out of the 5 couples I interviewed, I finally decided to go with a couple named Glen and Lisa to be the proud parents of my baby girl. They had been trying to concieve for the last 8 and a half years, but none of the available treatments seemed to work for them. I chose Glen and Lisa because they had this upbeat energy about them. They were always smiling and being positive, even when the worse situations occured. They were also very well respected throughout their community, and didn't hesitate to help out at shelters, donate anything and everything they could get their hands on, and even volunteer at the community center after school to help kids with their studies. They are inspirational people if

Who knew that things could change so abruptly, it almost felt that my whole world was flipped within a blink of an eye. Things were going to be different from now on, the people, the weather, even the fresh summer breeze from the coast will soon become a cold bitter winter breeze. This all came to my mind when my mom announced to my family that we’re moving, to New Jersey, once my school goes on summer break. At first, I began to panic, why do we have to move? Why can’t we just live here? We don’t even know anyone there, except for my aunt. We just moved here three years ago from New Jersey, and we didn’t like it, that’s why we only lived there for a month. Then why would we would we like it now? I question my mom, and I demanded explanations

I want to leave, I want to disappear. Not a vacation, but that spontaneous quick escape with no bothers, just an unrestricted trip to free the mind and enjoy the bits of silence. To go by car to see how the scenery around me changes as I kill the distance, while listening to my favorite music as loud as I can. Just shout out my lungs with my terrible singing. As the music plays, I will grab a book, which will get all my beliefs and views away. No matter what the book will be about. As long as it would get me away, away from here. There would be just me and the characters of the novel, who struggle, fight, and compete, while they face delight, pleasure, and glory. Every so often, I will stop at the cafes on the road to grab some food, which

I have come to the understanding that, as we progress in age, summer is no longer viewed in terms of vacation, but rather a chance for young adults to glimpse into the ‘real world’ of constant work and exhaustion. The cost of college education has made it difficult to enjoy the beauty of summer, and instead forces us to focus on the pressure of student loans. It is because of this that I have spent my past few summers indoors beneath the florescent lights of Younkers in the wonderful world of retail. However, as the past semester came to an end, I decided that this summer would be different.

Have you ever been so desperate for something that you modify your motive in its entirety? Throughout my life I’ve found myself placed in this frightening situation multiple times; the most confusing of which would be what I’ve endured this year. People in their 20s have it rough. We’re old enough to feel like we’re supposed to know what we’re doing, yet young enough to roll in the tide aimlessly and clueless and it still be acceptable. Then there’s those of us who believe we’ve got it all figured out only to be proven tremendously wrong. I have learned, however, that being tremendously wrong can lead you right where you need to be.

I get down on all fours and relax my whole body, my bones begin to crack. Unlike most wolves, where it stops hurting awhile after your first shift. Mine shift didn't. It still hurts even though it has been six years (No. Our cloths they don't rip, and no. Don't ask me where they go)

It's been a very busy summer so far. At the end of July, we returned from 23 days in Germany and Scotland.

“Five more minutes,” I respond, while rubbing my eyes, then rolling onto the “cool side” of the bed.