Personal Narrative: Do-Over In Life

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

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Tonya, my sister, was the first to join band in school, making me feel expected to join in sixth grade. I played the clarinet all the way through eighth grade until freshman year ;unfortunately, I struggled through the beginning and made the decision to quit. Rejoining has given my some of the best memories of my

Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

I’d had many mini-lifelines thrown my way, none turned out to be the life-altering, ground shaking beneath me, and gates to opening up “heaven”, though. To me, I’d blame it on the different ways I came off to strangers, depends on the day, I could be a multitude of characters, but never latch onto the following of others. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted my lifeline to latch onto, the problem was, I was like a fishing net with a gaping hole--incapable of doing such things. Then, the last person I expected to, stepped up and accepted the challenge.

Waking up to your mom screaming is never an ideal way to get up in the morning. However this time she wasn’t screaming because she was made at me but because she was shocked. Still somewhat groggy, I jumped out of bed and rushed to the kitchen. This is where I saw the dishwasher spewing water all over the kitchen, glass shards all around the floor, and my mom with a monstrous cut on her bloody hand. As the initial panic began to set in, I felt frantic and unsure of what to do as my mind raced to all the different ways to handle these problems: should I clean up the glass, call the plumber, help stop the bleeding, or to call someone else who was more capable of dealing with circumstances like these.

- my chest is going to collapse.. maybe more emotionally than physically but it all feels as if the pain is real and can always be felt.

I've spent quite a bit of time thinking about do-overs. I've definitely made my fair share of mistakes. I've always wished I would have gotten involved in sports. I wish I had tried harder in high school. I wish I had started focusing on my health and fitness at an earlier age. I wish I had read more. I wish I had watched less tv. I wish I hadn't messed around so much my first semester. I wish I'd said yes to more opportunities, and put myself out there to experience more. Honestly though; thinking about all of these wishes has lead me to the realization that if I had one do-over, it would be that I had spent less time thinking about do-overs, and spent more time doing things. Instead of doing things over, I've learned from all of those regrets,

I hereby tender my request for my listener account to be deleted, immutably. Not deactivated, not put on hold, not suspended. I am well aware of my options, and trust me when I say that it is only after careful consideration and painstaking deliberation, that I arrive at this conclusion. Long, dreary nights spent agonising over which one is the right one ; which is the best possible outcome, under these set of circumstances? At this juncture in my life, what do I have to do, what do I need to do, what should I do? So many options, so many variables, so much room for error … a careless oversight, a lapse in judgement, a fatal miscalculation … that is all it would take to spell disaster. I would never forgive myself.

At this time, the Respondent is spending time with the minor child just second weekend of each month, and one month she is coming to LA to spend time with Andy, and the other month we are going to Bay Area for Andy to met his mom. I would like to request to have the order changed, so she will always come to see the child in LA, and support the expenses for the trip (somewhere between $700 and $800 a weekend). After chemotherapy the child still experience side effects from time to time. Any way Andy needs to go 4 to 6 times a year to Lucile

It is a overcast day. I am walking to Ms. C. Johnson's class. As I look down the hallway I notice something different. Ms. Johnson is not here! As I walk around the trash can to enter the classroom, The Substitute Teacher says “Hello” to me. I come in, Grab my folder and try to complete my Do-Now. As I am finishing the Do-Now, I notice on the board, written in bold it says “Mrs. Smith”.

So far, the actions that I have began to take have only reprocessed with one major

Back at home, if she was doing this much physical activity, at this point she would be exhausted. The good news is that she feels as if she has enough stamina to keep going and that the training center had its benefits after all. The bad news is that she is starting to realize that many people are going to die, and if she is to survive, she will kill at least one other individual. Her fear from going into the arena seems to have shifted into her mindset becoming indifferent and attacking in order to survive. “I’m sorry.” Is all she says before attacking again.

"Bye, girls have a fun night together" my mom yells, "don't say up to late." My mom and dad were heading out to stay late with a friend for their birthday. "Bye mom have, a good night," I replied back. My best friend Carlee and me were planning to stay up late, but we decided it wasn't the best idea sense school was about to start up again. When I was heading downstairs from getting warm milk I hear a click noise and hear someone walking, I figure it was just my brother and decide to not tell Carlee. We hung out and played for awhile since we where young. I went to the bathroom and as I was coming back I heard the foot steps and clicking noise again. Click, click, click. A hour later we woke up to Carlee shaking me. "Do you hear that" she said

Repeating the past would be a good chance to have but would you do it? Some people might say yes others might say no. There are some people who are still living like they were 5 years ago but not me. If I had the chance to repeat the past I wouldn’t do it because there are only some things I miss.