Personal Narrative: Changing The Mind

I started drawing when I was 16. I was cursing 10th grade, or how is called in my country, Dominican Republic “Segundo de Bachillerato”. It was recess. I was alone in my classroom that day, besides two or three people who were just killing time there, and I didn’t had much to do with my time. I was at the last book of a series of books which names I can’t remember and If I recall correctly the last book was very boring for some reason so I didn’t wanted to read it anymore. So, looking for something to do, I stood from my seat and walked boringly down the aisle of chairs and that was, not my first interaction with art, but the first time I remember i liked art or paid attention to it. Yerkis, a guy of my class: short, chubby and well mannered

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.

Some people say money is the root of all evil. I didn’t see it that way. All I saw was a simple task and a big prize. Well, at least I thought it would be easy.

Thanks for the conversations! I really like what we have here. Well, I'm sure you know my writing style at this point and if its at least before 1 AM, don't be afraid to message me if you need to reach out to someone. I definitely would be here for you, if you let me. Try and keep an open mind, I've learned that talking to someone helps gradually. In the moment, eveyrhting they say can seem as if they're playing devils advocate as well as being unsensical and rude. It's up to you to listen and comprehend, just as it is up to you who you talk to. I hope you find the help or a someone that can provide the support you need in those times of need. Housing at SJSU is going through a transition as a new building opens here is another coming to a

Addie and I stood in the entrance of the cafe as the rain dripped down the overhang and down the brown and red sign that read Addie’s Cafe. It seemed like it was one of those normal rainy days in Wyoming but it wasn’t. Addie’s my aunt, she took me in when my mother couldn’t and she’s amazingly generous, so you’d think over the few years everything got better, and so did I but it seemed things were only getting worse.

How many of you have something at work that you don’t like to do? Something that you knowingly avoid until you have to force yourself to complete it? I know that I have a couple things that I didn’t enjoy doing, or things that I wasn’t very good at. When I first started working here at Clickstop I was in MFG doing the packaging portion of things. I always tried to push myself to be the fastest at everything that I packed. Everything except for Old Dominion.

"Change is hard at first, messy in the middle, and gorgeous in the end," by Robin Sharma. In general, change is extremely difficult to deal with, especially when it's moving. During the Summer of 2013, as I approached my eleventh birthday, my parents notified me that I would be moving homes. I had heard of them discussing it before, but I never assumed it would ever come true. Due to this, I was in great shock. Luckily, I would be moving locally, and would be still attending the same school I had been attending since I was four years old. Though the only thing changing was my home, I still was not sold on the idea. I did not want to leave the house I had grown up in my whole life.

It was a scorching June day when I rose around 10 o’clock, like any regular teenager would do. I stumbled down the stairs into the living room where my mom would usually be when I woke up, but she was not there. I called her and she would not pick up the phone and that is when I started to get worried. Finally after about 10 minutes of waiting for my mother to call me back, she did and she told me that my grandma had had a stroke and was in the hospital. I could not believe what I was hearing. I’m not a huge emotional person, but I could feel my voice starting to crack so I quickly hung up the phone.

Further down the road, I kept looking out the window and seeing the green trees passing by while my mom was on the phone and my dad kept driving until we got to our destination. Meanwhile, the car was at a stop, we felt the car move that we actually crashed into the car in front of us and we got rear-ended that contained my head hit from seat to seat that gave me a black

Heroes come in all shapes and sizes. They can be fictional or nonfictional. Maybe a hero is a child or possibly an ordinary person. People could also have multiple heroes. Whenever I think of my current hero Erin Gruwell, their teacher, comes to mind. She proudly, selflessly, and nobly helps others. Some times in life a hero can commit minute acts of kindness.

There comes a time in everyone’s life when your perspective changes. Regardless on the topic, the event causes you to rethink your previous actions and set yourself straight. In my situation, the big event that caused me to change my perspective was a fight I had with my older sister. Growing up we never got along, mostly because we are complete opposites. Looking back majority of our fights are a blur, because they were so insignificant. However, the fight I am referencing is one I will never forget.

You are a child, innocent to the land beyond a fortress of comfort and there’s a challenge you never could imagine, yet you were facing this challenge, years before you were even aware. Never believing in the possibility that someone close to you, would one day become one of the most difficult people to interact with. This involves accepting the reality that your parent has lost their true soul to a bottle of Tequila. You live a childhood pure and oblivious to any possibilities at this age of innocence, therefore ulterior motives are not suspected. You are at peace, left unaware of what happens behind closed doors. At the time, I never had a major concern for my mother’s behavior; I only assumed her to be an adult and one with full authority. Often times she behaved oddly and against her moral codes, however no further questions would be asked. There was only acceptance for her and what I believed to be a normality.

2014 my final year of high school, I honestly like school with the exception, of math, and this might come as a shock to a lot of people, but art. After three long years of school, I was incredibly happy, that I was a senior at Stamford High School, and I was on my way out the door, into a cap and gown and finally done, well at least for that chapter of my life. So when I received my student schedule for the school year I was excited, I only needed three out of seven classes to graduate, which where mathematics, English, and you probably guessed it art, but at that time I didn't realize that. In all honesty, I was only planning on doing the bare minimum to graduate, so by that logic, I was only going to attend math and English and then just figure out how to waste my time, but that's another story for a different day.

I was on old trusty 15 the bus that I’d ridden since 3rd grade, and we were just outside of manchester nearing a little girl’s house. I was sitting on the right side of the bus staring out the window bored from nothing to do. Then I saw a green John Deere combine sitting in an empty field just past an intersection that we were about to cross, but then I looked to the right road and I saw it. An SUV barreling directly at us and I knew that we were about to be in a crash. Then BAM! the SUV slammed right into us and the impact smashed my head into the window. I woke up to the terrifying moans of the little kids wanting their parents. I was wedged between two seats and whenever I moved my head I felt a sudden pain in my neck. I got up slow and

Gods going to destroy it all later anyway. I can understand this outlook; I would be lying if I said I don’t sometimes think the same way, but if we can make a change as Christians and bring heaven to earth than no matter what the outcome of this world is, why would we not do what we know is right? Finally, third, it is virtual to those who believe in the good news work for a real and lasting change, not only in individuals but worldwide, through prayer and action. With that said Wright explains this in the last chapter “All Christian prayer, then, and supremely the Lord’s Prayer, enables us to be fully at home in God’s house, whichever door we come in by. But we don’t come in simply to rest and be refreshed. We enter to learn and share God’s