Personal Narrative: Consistency

As a result of Ankhenaten, King Tut, Aye’s death, and the disappearing of Ankhesnamun, Horemheb and Tey ruled Egypt. There are many theories on how this mystery occured and all of them have evidence to back up there theories. After everything occured Horemheb ruled Egypt for 20 years.

Mr James Madison’s quote makes most sense to me. It’s explaining to you that there wouldn’t need to be a government if men were able to do everything that they were asked and get it done perfectly. In Madison’s time he is explaining how there would be no government at all, if all male citizens were perfect. There would be no need to have a government. Nowadays we are a Republic where decisions are made by the people. The government keeps the country united and helps to form a sense of community, patriotism, and national pride. I would say I am more in agreement with Madison because he proved his point very well. It interested me in a way where I wanted to learn more about him. Plus I also wanted to learn his path that led

After reading your response I realized I was not completely clear on my point of view. I have noticed this before and am working on trying to be clearer when writing. I also am trying to find a balance when giving details with my explanations. It is a find balance that I am still learning, in the past I have gone off topic because of my detail or long explanations. This is something that I am constantly working on and is not easy. However, when I receive feedback like this one it helps me find the part of my journal that I need to fine tune. I appreciate the time you took to read and give a meaningful response and not just tell me you agree. Yes, I do like people agree with me because I am only human. But when I receive a response like your,

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

I was born in Chihuahua, Chihuahua, Mexico. Although you may assume that I possess a lot of traits of a stereotypical “Latina” I do not. I wasn't raised in a big family. It was just my parents, my younger brother, and me. I was raised by an engineer and an economist both of whom have always encouraged the idea of creativity, curiosity, and innovation. Traveling is big part of my life, and helped shape me at a very early age. Along with traveling came moving to the United States, which made it hard not to reflect on identity and heritage.

My career was finally looking up, I was working as a senior accountant with multiple multi-million accounts, full-cycle, I finally finished my Bachelor’s degree. I even purchased my first home and bought a new car! Then, it happened, I found out I was going to be a mom. I was excited, and terrified at the same time, I even took parenting classes! I had no idea how to do the formula thing and diapers? Yeah… ok.

I believe I was not created equally. When I open my eyes to this strange world I feel an urge to run and hide. I am not safe there is no escape.

It was a hot sweltering Saturday in August, August twenty-seventh to be exact. I remember waking up that morning with my stomach in knots we were to play the Hot Springs Bison. Sure, I played JV last year and practiced all summer with the first team but now all the hot god awful gut ranching two a day practices were about to pay off.

Behind the curtain of incessant smoke, Oppenheimer could look out the window of his Los Alamos home and see trees and grass, unnatural- looking in the midst of a rust-colored desert. New Mexico was more alive now than it would ever be.

February 4, 2007 was a day of celebration for my whole family. That day my family gathered around in the living room and cheered on the Colts to victory in the Super Bowl. This day was the anticipated highpoint of my school conversations for the past week. My dad was in his leather chair drinking his favorite Raspberry Snapple Tea. My mom, siblings and I were crowded around on leather couches in our living room. We were all close in age. I was ten years old in fourth grade, my sister was eleven in fifth grade, and my brother was thirteen in sixth grade. I didn’t understand football that much as a fourth grader, but I always looked forward to the Super Bowl commercials. I still remember one of the commercials that affected me the most. In the

Fragments. I was fragmented and slowly being tugged by threads. As I moved along the filaments, a voice, deep and melodious, urged me on. The consonants and the vowels were repetitious and at the same time comforting. In a timeless manner I became aware that my eyes were open and someone was standing in front of me. The nonsensical sounds sparked some recognition.

I love living in a small town, it gives me a sense of guaranteed safety and simplicity.

I awoke with my head clouded with images of failure. My dad, beating me with a stick for not going out to get milk. My mother, hitting me across the head with her hand yelling at me for not making friends. My parents were very strict when it came to my studies, social life, and chores. They made sure I was taught right and how to impress girls for my 16th birthday, when I would choose a wife, but I had no business in doing so. I was 11 and my parents were already getting ready for my wedding.

I walked to work trying to keep a decent pace for my weary body, while my mind raced with excitement. How lucky was I? I was going to marry and have a child with James Abby a wealthy kind man, while I was a poor factory worker! Although we had only known each other for a short amount of time, I knew he was the one. We met when I started working at his factory a few months back after I left the coal mines. He treats me so well, he occasionally gets frustrated with me, but it’s only because I am uneducated. Back in the coal mines men would take advantage of me every day, but James actually cares for me. I was snapped out of my deep thinking when I saw James walking into the factory building. I sped up as fast as my hurting body would let me and

“Can you just shut up?”, my grandmother shouted. It was only seven in the morning and already I had been getting on people's nerves. My brother sat at the table quietly, blinking away sleep from his eyes. The kitchen was filled with the smell of burnt porridge and my grandmother cursed out loud as she mixed the milky substance. “If you hadn't distracted me, it wouldn’t have turned out this way.”, she said as she glared at me and scooped the burnt parts onto my plate. I had lost my appetite and, as soon as she left the room, threw out the porridge. I knew my brother wouldn't tell, we had an understanding. We were the reason for the cockroaches crawling around our shabby apartment, the sole creators of a nightmare behind the kitchen booth we