Personal Narrative: Dumb Decisions

As I stood on the outside of the arena watching teen girls traditional finish dancing, my stomach filled with butterflies. I walked into the arena as the announcer says “Next up teen girl's jingle,” with all the other dancers in my category. It was Sunday, the last day of Indian Summer Pow Wow, and my last contest for this pow wow, this year. Although I was nervous, I was also filled with happiness, confidence, and gratefulness. “Take it away boys” the announcer says. That’s when I knew that the drum group was going to start playing and this meant I had to start dancing.

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

There were fireworks when I was born. At least that’s what I’d like to think. I was born on July 5, 1996 in Atlanta, Georgia. I was only 31 minutes short from being born on Independence Day. I was pretty much an “outcast” from the beginning. I was quiet and usually preferred to be alone or with just my family. From a young age I became fascinated with movies, particularly older movies. When I was eleven years old I saw the film that helped me figure out what my passions were and who I wanted to be. The film was Dazed and Confused (1993). I know it sounds like a joke considering the films contents, but every aspect of it intrigued me. After watching that, I began developing an urge to do something in the film industry. Eventually when I was

Hello, Dr. Taft, I look forward to another exciting semester with you, and my cohorts exploring my inner and outer world. Let’s start with my family constellations it begins with my stepmother, and my father, my older brother Steven along with myself. At the time, I did not know that Ann was my stepmother, and I did not find out until I was older, and she had two sons who lived in Arizona. A few years later her eldest son Tommy would come to live with us, and the life that we were accustomed to would change the outcome of all our lives.

I was designated out of necessity. My older brother was sent to prison the year before she was diagnosed. My twin sister was married at the time with three small children and my younger brother was only 16 years old. Therefore, I tried to become everything that she needed. Helping her through her battle would prove to me that life is too short to not pursue my dreams.

My Dumbest Move I got invited to a party And I decided to go There was alcohol there But that was no surprise to me Everyone kept offering me drinks

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

i apologized about this , I didn't realize it was that many hours he, but I know there would be some over time this week we had couple of incident , the day we had to do Eric and ken write-up I had him site in both , also the Sunday training added to it , he also went over Tuesday when we did the Ops meeting , this is not the norm I will keep the hours in check

More people would understand if I was in a wheelchair. Everything would be clear if I had a terminal illness or something wrong on the outside. The problem is that my wounds aren't discernible to most people. My scars aren't tangible. Instead of receiving sympathy from those I first let in, I was told to get over it. I was told that I wasn’t depressed because I have a loving family. I was told I wasn’t sad because I’m well off, because I do well in school, because I’m a guy. Despite that, I learned to find strength in my brokenness so I could make myself whole again.

The coyotes howl the moon beckons me the stars wink at me begging me to join the night again. So calm and peaceful my soul was when the moon chased the sun into hiding. Everything went by in a flash as though time was on fast forward while I sat and listened to the music of life. I yearn so for that time again. It was just me and the night.

In the year 2008, I attended elementary school enrolled in the third grade. I enjoyed outdoor activities with a burning passion, and I had many friends. One weekend my best friend Dimitri slept-over at my house, and he and I decided to go on a bike ride with my younger brother. Unfortunately we only had two helmets that functioned properly, but since I always put friends first, I gave my helmet to Dimitri. We were having a great time racing up and down the block until my brother found a pair of rusty broken scissors lying on the side of the road. An awful idea entered his mind at that moment and he decided to throw the scissors at me. During his first attempt he missed and I sped away and yelled at him. Ignoring me, he threw them and missed

I was only thirteen when I first began to ask “who am i?” My parents would tell me stories of where I’m from, and how Sudan is like. My little brain couldn’t grasp the idea of having family, people that look like me, in the other side of the world. Going there was a dream for me, I had this vision in my head, this adventure I thought waiting for me, and so, I began to nag! “Can we go this summer daddy?” became one of my favorite things to say. I asked and asked, until I got what I wanted.

You wake up everyday knowing that at a moment's notice your whole life can change. Everything you've worked so hard to achieve can be lost because of one single life defining decision. What if the job that you've been dreaming of since you were a child is offered to you, but you later find out that it's merely a nightmare in disguise? What if the beautiful apartment on the 18th floor overlooking Seattle's stunning skyline that you just bought at an unbelievable price turns out to be overflowing with termites? People might think I'm just being dramatic, but how can they feel so safe making such critical decisions?

I sit on a bar stool eternally staring into blank space, what have I done? I think to myself. Ned was like a brother to me. I may be free from the prison now, but I feel that I'll be forever condemned by the decision I just made. So what now?, I ask myself. Where do I go?. The constant chatter of the surrounding people and the non-rhythmic music in the background make little distraction to take my mind of the situation. “Lighten up Aaron” a young officer with an English accent said to me. “You’ve help us out a lot ya know”. I put on a fake smile to hide my sorrowful expression and give a polite nod. I pretend to be proud in what I have done but the fact is, betraying Ned was the more egregious decisions. Unable to cope with the company of other

On august 24, 2003 I suffered a near death experience that changed my life. It was a bright sunny day and my older brother was playing outside with his friends. Since, I could not play with my sister because she was small I would always follow my brother. My brother always played with older friends and they would get into trouble a lot. Growing up around by guys I always played like they did. If they would jump so would I. Being a girl made some differences because they didn’t want to play with me, they would underestimate me my ability, and would avoid playing with me.