Personal Narrative: Do We Really Know How Powerful Water

When I got back, my tub water was almost all over the place. I turn my water off and took off all my school clothes and put them on the counter. Then I put my phone right next to my bath even though it might not be smart. I put my bath salts in the water, then I grab the bath bomb and put my foot in there to check the temperature. Its a tad bit too hot. Both of my feet went in the water and eventually my whole body did. I drop my bath bomb and watch it dissolve which made my bath water turn to a pale pink color. As soon as I lean back, my phone rings. It's my Aunt Jane.

What exactly is a self-narrative or in other words an identity? Could it be described as someone’s life story and their individual uniqueness? A self-narrative is a broad topic that has more meaning just one. In order to get a wide range of knowledge about a self-narrative one has to understand the different self-making narratives. In the stories Memory of Water by Emmi Itaranta, Being Prey by Val Plumwood, Nightmare by Malcolm X, express self-making narratives by stating how their experiences have transformed their self-identities originally. This occurs when External and internal beliefs are altered, turning points in our lives occur, creating a self-narrative full of distinctiveness. All of these stories stated above all show

As I ventured inside through the entryway. This immense yard used to be quite recently included space looked well past my desires. Two little condos developed were standing confronting each other on each side, in the center was a wellspring running new water. The entire inside of the house was changed, no all the more venturing outside to get some crisp water. It make life considerably less demanding for the ladies to do their day by day shores.

Drowning. Over and over and over again. Every time I died they would bring me back. Every time I came back I was less myself. I was terrified. Not for myself but for my country. Not for myself but for my family. Attacks on my soil day and night and my family could be next. They want what I have. My information. But I won’t crack. Under these bring lights day and night. A cloth is draped over my face again. Water gushes into my mouth as I struggle for breath filling my lungs choking the breath from my body. I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep. They don’t allow me to eat. They try to twist and break my body with poisons and malnourishment. They tell me no one is coming for me. Good. We don’t negotiate with terrorists.

The community that my group members and I decided to chose for our project was the Native American student population on campus. The experience that I felt pushed me the most out of my comfort zone was the "Water is Life" discussion that they hosted on campus on February 21st. For this discussion they brought two speakers to campus, Angela Mooney D`Arcy and Ziad Abbas, to speak about the intersectionality between what the Native American community is doing for the water crisis in America and what the Palestinian community is doing in Gaza.

We always had five cars in my family when i was growing up. One was a Cadillac, standard of the world, my father would always remind us, a jeep, an Oldsmobile, v-8 ford that was equipped with duel carburetors, and some other brand like a Packard. The ford was a convertible and usually a bright red. He usually drove the ford for calls that he made to patients in their homes, and for driving between his two offices. His morning office was in Jerico and he went to Sheldon for the afternoon office hours. It was about eighteen miles of dirt and gravel road that separated the two offices, and driving over that road about 75-80 mph in a convertible would cause great clouds of dust that covered you and everything in the car.

Many people are self-centered, it's part of who they are. This is seen every day in the modern world, a lot of people only care about themselves. David Foster Wallace is an author of many short stories. 'This is Water' is arguably the best and strongest story he has ever written. "This is Water" was a commencement speech given at Kenyon College. This speech/short story, whatever you want to call it, provides many examples as to how life is not perceived as it should be.

Swish, swish went the water as my hand glided swiftly through the surface. I use and kicked as hard as I could filling like a speedboat that finally reached top speed. I could hear the cheers of my teammates shouting” Go Lauryn Go!!!” And then disaster struck, Boom. I’d hit my head against the wall, coming in a little too quick to hit the flip turn. For me, everything stopped. My head was spinning, my legs were shaking, and I was more than a little off balanced. I had never experienced anything like that before. I was always off the block with great, speed determined to win, but this time was different. There was no way I could win because by the time I regained my balance all of my competitors were already three quarters finished.However,

I went into your store on Friday 7-8-2016 and bought a 23.7 oz. bottle of Smart Water. The store was very busy at the time and the lines where long. I did not realize at the time but the cashier over charged me for the water. However I did pay with my debt card and just swiped without really listening to the cashier.

I gaze at the time, two minutes before class gets out. Im waiting for the red hand to magically speed up the time as I sit here on a metal chair in my college writing class. I take a sip of my water bootle hoping time could move a little faster. My stomach gets a warm tingle of hunger, and it grows. I look up ahead waiting for the signal of the professor or other students that class is over. A couple seconds pass by until I'm awoken back to reality by the sound of books being shut, and backpacks are being unzipped. I do the same as everyone else as I start heading towards the door up in front. My stomach is upset but I'm still debating on getting food or try to drink water until I get home. I head to the student center, still wonder if I should

I am a water person. Other than coffee my drink of choice is water. At home and in restaurants I always drink water, tap water. Is cheaper and I believed was drinkable but after listening to Betty Osceola, a member of the Miccosukee tribe and Environmental Advocate, I’m starting to doubt I will be drinking water straight out of the tap again.

Before the sun vanishes, it projects an outstanding image. While showing the vivid colors of a wine-red, a salmon orange, and a lemon yellow, the sun still appears to be creating an astonishing view. The colors mix like the time I mix my cookie batter; it's allowing an extremely good mix that tastes and looks like the best thing in the world. Looking at the sunset, just makes me smile and appreciate all the little things I have in life. The I-dont-care-about-anything-but-this look just flashes across my face, while I continue to stare at the pleasing sunset causing me to think about all the tremendously good memories with my friends and family. It's granting me the chance to ponder on the opportunities that I have had successes on. Pushing

I was sitting in my kayak on the Ocoee River. My mouth was dry, my heart was pounding, I don’t think I’d ever been so afraid in my life. Not only was this the Olympic Trials for whitewater slalom, it was also by far the biggest whitewater I had ever raced on. I’d been in my kayak everyday all winter pushing myself, trying to be as prepared as possible for this huge race. I was one of the top paddlers in Washington state, easily winning the small, local races which qualified me to be here. Now I was feeling completely out of my league compared to many of the racers here. An honest assessment of my skills made me think I had about a fifty percent probability of making it all the way through without flipping. The best paddlers would go on to race

There was water damage to my unit on March 30, 2015. I reported this to the management

If Goldilocks was a gardener, she would have three different ways of watering plants. Too little, too much or just right. If there is not enough water (too little), the nutrients the plant needs cannot run through the plant. If overwatering occurs (too much water), roots can rot, and the plant does not get enough oxygen. As gardeners, we are aiming for the 'just right' of watering.