Personal Narrative: Ditching

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

“Police?” her mother asks with a worried look on her face. “You're not in trouble, are you?”

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

“Yeah and i'm dropping yall of at the park later on, and y'all better watch my kids!” Mom demanded.

I just stood there looking out at the dead, mud covered grass sledding hill watching my brother fall out of this sled causing me to laugh. Little did I know this night would be the last night I though God was there watching over me. That hill that almost killed me was a barren wasteland of ice that still to this day scares me. After my dad walked back down and up with my brother it was my turn to go down the hill. I wasn’t nervous, but thinking back on it sends my stomach into a frenzy of butterflies. Anyways, my dad pushed me down the hill, half way down the hill all I remember hearing my dad shout was “Bail out!” What does that phrase even mean to a 6 year old 1st grader who can barely read, almost absolutely nothing is what I questioned in my own mind.

Hello! I’m so excited to be back. Oh how I’ve missed writing! This post will be more of an update on what has happened these last few months, so, lets get started. After getting out of Rogers Memorial Hospital for my OCD and Anxiety, I had one week home and then I went right off to college. It was a pretty scary step for me. Just a few months earlier I couldn’t handle anyone mentioning the word “school”, let alone actually attend. But that is exactly what I did, and surprisingly, I felt ready.

The lunch bell rings and I am on my phone checking the latest updates to the game. Instead of meeting with a teacher or getting started on homework during the free period, I spend it researching the tweaks in a few lines of code that will change my life for the next two weeks. The lines of code are insignificant, like the game itself, but I am absorbed in the game and the game owns me. In lieu of participating in activities after school, I rush home to continue progress in a virtual world. A world that can be turned of with the flick of a switch. Life becomes secondary to the game. My eyes burn into the night as I force myself to hurriedly finish the Tale of Two Cities reading before bed, at one o’clock in the morning.

Mistakes happen for them to be lessons, which I found that out in 2016 when I was at Anna Dirksen’s house. At the time we were really bored so we walked outside. As we were outside, we both saw her four-wheeler. Anna spoke while we were staring at her four-wheeler, “Wanna get on?”. “Sure” I answered.

Thoughts racing though my head of every excuse in the book of what I was going to tell my boss. Should I say I had an appointment or that my dog got sick? Or should I even go out on a limb and tell him I am sick? Or maybe I should tell him the truth which is always the best option. It was my second day on the job and was already panicking about being late. My jeep had broke down and the battery wouldn’t start.

Sadly, once the Christmas tree had been put away and the New Year's Eve confetti had been swept up, I could find no excuse not to tackle my most pressing post-holiday need - losing some weight. Most adults put on at least a little weight over the holidays, and crowded fitness center parking lots every January attest to the fact that a good many want to then shed that weight, at least until New Year's resolutions are forgotten. I decided to see if I could combine my weight-loss goals with my interest in technology. I found a free app for my Android phone called Lose it!, and suddenly the dreary chore of losing weight became a bit more interesting. Lose it! is available for both Android phones and the iPhone. The app works well on my Droid

It was a beautiful day outside, my family was going to a lake to go inner tubing and have fun but, physics had a different plan for me.

Whenever the end of sophomore year came around, we both became more boy crazy. I met a boy named Blake who I have now been with for three years, and she started hanging around a boy named Colton who she still visits in college. Although we both adore and love these boys, we have had many ups and downs with them. She has always been "Someone I can call up late at night and talk about boys and drama." Whenever I was a senior in high school, I decided to break up with my boyfriend of three years and go act wild again with people I thought were still my friends. While Maddy was out acting wild and crazy with Colton. Anytime either one of them would do something wrong, we would text or call each other within seconds, go get ice cream and drive

We would be so tempted to go outside, but my brother would never leave until my grandmother prepare something for us to eat, and trust and believe that when the rain falls that’s when you’re hungry the most. I wasn’t a big eater up until this day so I didn’t really care about food that much I would get the food and give it to my brother anyhow. My grandmother would get so upset and tell me I’m going to starve and die, I use to laugh at her and tell her I’m not going to die. I didn’t cause I’m still here so I was right, anyhow I waited patiently so I could go outside an play in the rain with my brother and I had to be quite too if I really wanted him to come. All my other friends would be out there waiting for us but I just wouldn’t go without

I had always been a quitter. Throughout my life I've found myself enrolled in classes or sports that I'd want to, or be forced to be a part of. Yet, through all of these sports and foreign language classes none of them lasted more than a couple months. I stopped playing these sports and taking language classes in middle school and took up video games due to my lack of interest or ability in other extracurricular activities. Video games started occupying more and more of my time and I found myself glued to the couch for hours on end. Throughout this time period I was slowly becoming less motivated, lazier, and unhealthy. Since my parents were going to the gym regularly they constantly hounded me to go with them, especially since I had been heavier during my childhood and hereditary diabetes runs in the family. Eventually, I found myself in the gym were I felt lost and scared, there were no other teenagers that I could see and all the machines seemed so alien. After escaping the treadmills and other cardio equipment; I found myself

Throughout my life i’ve experienced many things I didn’t agree with. Many things that have tested me and many things that have changed me. I’ve had to learn to accept people. I’ve had to learn that people will be different from me. One of my biggest challenges is my mom. She’s very different from me. Her and I don’t see eye to eye. She has influenced me to be different from her and she gave me the experiences to understand how to accept her and other people.