Personal Narrative Essay : The Humminging Of The Computers

I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.

One of my greatest skills and talents is working with technology and coding websites, I started coding a website on my own around the age of 12 and 13. I got into computers because of gaming. Once I started finding out how to code I wanted to build my own computer, I started gathering parts to build my own computer every since I was 13. I coded my own website on my own with no help at all fluently, It took me a month to make a simple website which made me realize that one of my talents is working with computers from the inside out. I never really shared this talent with anybody before besides my family members and a few friends, I am the first person they come to when it comes to technology like phones, computers, game systems, anything dealing

I slowly back away from the table. I peel off the sticky gloves and rip away the mask, swallowing the cold air. I am numb to the pain in my body, as I turn to escape that room. I speed away. I shove open the door to the bathroom, yank on the sink, and splash the ice water on my face. My breathing is labored from the effort, and my face is red and shiny from the sweat as I stare down at my shaking hands. I want to rip them off: my hands that didn't push hard enough, didn't pump his heart enough, or got tired too quickly. I clench these hands until the knuckles are white, and then I keep clenching. My nails dig into my palms, scraping away the skin and drawing blood; my body is still numb to the pain. I slowly unclench my fists and gently place them into the sink. With the cold water gliding over my hands, I reach over and squirt soap into my palms and scrub. I keep furiously scrubbing, trying to remove my skin from under my nails, washing away the sweat and the stench of burnt hair that remind me of the events that have just

Deafening screams ricocheted off the gray, blood-smeared cement walls.  My body became blanketed with a cold sweat, that made it hard to decide whether I was warm or freezing.  I received small glances of my surroundings as the strobe light blinded me.  My nose was filled with a pungent odor, making it impossible to breathe.  I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but I was wrong.

“Wow,” the demon responded. “I know I’m a demon, but I’m pretty sure that’s downright evil.”

“MUM! Wait!” I yell. My throat is sore, partly from the yelling, but mostly from the running. The thick, night fog blocked my vision of the path ahead completely, only allowing the occasional glow of the street lamps barely come in sight. I don't remember why I’m running or where I’m headed exactly, just that something is going to happen. Something bad; but what? I trust my instincts to guide me through the maze of eerily empty streets and parked cars. I thought I’d seen something move in the corner of my eye, that’s when I hear the deafening explosion to my right. I cower beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the supposed flames. I don’t feel anything. I realize why. Towering above me, a pair of worried eyes cautiously

Start Typing your essay in the space below: All my life people told me I will never finish high school, that I could not get good grades, and how I am going to be just like my brother and sister. As a young kid I thought that I was going to be a failure because of what other people said. So at a young age I just started to slack off in school. I thought school was for smart people and not dumb people. I thought of myself as a dumb person. From first to tenth grade I never took school seriously. Once I became a tenth grader I realized that I wanted to finish high school. As a kid my goal was to just get ok grades

My leadership activities have brought big responsibilities into my life, but also great joy. As the Art Director for North’s Drama program every play brings new opportunities for creativity and new challenges. It is my job to create the poster, design the set, manage supplies, direct the students helping me, and plan ahead so that every piece of the set can be finished in time for the show. I could never do the job alone and it is such an incredible feeling to begin with a few ideas and bring an entire world to life as a team. My experience as the Hi-Tones Representative has been fantastic. I think that the most important piece of my role is to help create a family environment in the group. I also take on extra tasks whenever needed such as

I listened to the weapon’s high pitched tone lessen as it discharged behind me. It didn’t take long before I heard the familiar beep notifying me that the weapon was harmless once again. From what was standing before me in my doorway (at that particular moment), I was happy one part of my body could still function. although, breathing was necessary, what was between my ears was what had more importance for now. What was standing in front of me had instantly froze my feet in place, had widened my eyes as far as they could go, and stopped my heart. I didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do.

I found relaxing bamboo flute music on YouTube when I was doing bad in school. This soothing flute music helped me to control all my built up energy. I feel like this music helped me to concentrate and it also helped me focus. It was during the middle of freshman year I realized that I had a lot of trouble concentrating so I looked up relaxing music. Once I heard the bamboo flute I felt it calm me down. Like when I listen to this music I can concentrate better. When ever I am upset or angry I put this song on and my feelings just go away, it's like the music puts me into a dreamland. Growing up I always would have a hard to paying attention and concentrating but when I heard the bamboo flute I felt like it changed me.

Last week I finished my hour of code but It was probably more than an hour of code because i spent like 6 classes on it so yeah more than an hour. What I learned about code that sometimes it can be very easy but in case it started off easy but when I started getting farther into code it made it harder for me but I got through it. I was successful into the point where i wanted to stop i even went farther than that because I finished all of the minecraft exercise then I moved onto these flappy bird exercise witch where to easy for me Then i moved onto this thing where you coded this little person to move around and draw shapes on paper that got really hard i did not even finish that because i ran out of time to work with it more. I did not enjoy

Sitting in an old fold-out wooden chair, Brett began to tell me the things that I should expect. He had removed my restraints, and I laid weak and tired on the floor by his feet. The things he told me kept me in awe, and I couldn't believe this was really happening to me. He told me about how I could hear through sound proof walls. And about how the werewolf virus caused an olfactory mutation – the olfactory is the part of your nose that picks up odors and the different aromas or scents traveling through the air.

He knew that it was colder than fifty below zero when he tried to spit the juice from his chewing tobacco and it wasn't unable to clear his chin before it froze. "The result was that a crystal beard of the color and solidity of amber was increasing it’s length on his chin." Several times he comments that the cold was making his hands and feet numbed, and frostbite was killing his cheeks. He thinks, "What were frosted cheeks? A bit painful, that was all..." The man also lost circulation in his hands when he took off his gloves. He rubbed his face and beat his hands, but this only temporarily brought back the circulation. His fingers "seemed remote from his body" because he could not move them. Earlier, he ignored an initial sign from nature with a submerged spring because he wanted to get to “the boys” by six. Not long after he stepped through the ice into knee deep freezing water. The most obvious clues that the man took in were internal. "He wondered whether his toes were warm or numb." When he tried to light his last fire, his flesh burned. He knew it was burning because "he could smell it". He didn't even feel his hands burning. The man thought that it was "curious that one should have to use his eyes to find where his hands were." Eventually, no amount of running or thrashing could have awaken feeling in his body.

Everyone has their own personal bubble, which has formed over years of experiences, likes/dislikes, and opportunities. I, myself, have a comfort zone that makes it so I like familiarity. One of our National Honor Society projects popped my bubble though. We were tasked with going and helping the Fort Morgan Golden Stars wrap Christmas presents for those unable to provide their kids with any. The location was next to the beef plant in town and can be a kind of sketchy area. The entire time I was driving over there I was imagining more of a Santa’s workshop with lots of people quickly wrapping assembly line style. When I drove past it the first time I almost turned around and went home, but I knew it was a good cause. I went through the

First of all, the word Silent can apply to the natural world. When I lived in the countryside of Vietnam on the other side of the globe, about 4:30 every morning I woke up with my mom and went to Church. My mom and I rode on a small bicycle and on the road which was close to the river. Along the river there weren’t any boats going backwards and forwards with the water. We rode on that bike; there was no sound around us. The atmosphere around us was so amazing, because I could hear the sound of the mosquitoes flying beside my ears. That’s how silent it was in the