Personal Narrative: Experiencing Loss

The death of me begins at six o’clock in the morning; as I reach to violently smack the snooze button, my mom comes in urging me to get up, get dressed, and rush out the door to make the bus for early bird chemistry. I run three blocks to catch my only mode of transportation to and from school while eating my breakfast and contemplating whether I did all of my homework, remembered all of my supplies, and have everything I need for swimming. Once the bus comes to a screeching halt at New Trier Township High School, the foreboding fear encroaches. I dread every moment walking the two blocks to school down the leafy Winnetka Avenues anticipating the anxiety in my ten period course load. After going through the motions of all ten

I come across a rear projection TV on the side of the road one day, load it up, and take it home. I eagerly spend a good four hours stripping it down and saving as much as I can. I end up with a 48” fresnel lens, two hefty speakers, a couple large capacitors, three glass lenses, and a glass mirror. Left over is a box of electronic waste and the particle board skeleton of a TV. I take the electronics to my local electronics recycling center, and set the wooden frame on the curb. I took 70 lbs. of trash and turned it into 10 lbs. of treasure ripe for projects, 30 lbs. of recyclables that would have gone to a landfill, and 30 lbs. of refuse that I had fun

Dealing with grief is never easy. One of the hardest time in anyone’s life is when an acquaintance or a loved one passes away. In the second week of the Fall 2016 semester, I received a devastating call. I walked into my chemistry class, and my mom called me from Turkey to tell me that my grandmother had passed away. I sat in silence in the car on the way home and thought about my grandmother. She had taught me innumerable important lessons throughout my life. Losing her changed everything, and I knew I had to return to my home country to say goodbye to my grandmother.

Sometimes when you go through hardships you feel that you are alone and there is nobody there for you. Recently this past year I lost my grandfather I didn't really understand why it had to happen the way it did it was just a lot for me. When it all happened I just kind of boxed myself in this little corner. I didn't want to do anything I just wanted to be to myself. This really started to affect me in every way I just honestly went into a depression. Loss and Grief can be really depressing for a lot of people especially when it’s someone that you are very close to. I and my grandfather were very close he was somebody that I would see almost every day. For him to be gone where I can no longer be with him was very hard for me. It took me awhile

It's hard to stay out of it when you already in it. Enduring the pain you feel for others, while they don't know it yet. I see through the lies around me and through their fake smiles. I wish I could ask them why they are smiling when they're not happy. What made me stronger was a friend who tried to change my mind to their side of the story. While we both know, you were in the wrong, but still trying to make me think the same way as she does.The lies they told me when I know the truth, and for her to still try to convince me otherwise. When I know my friend is in pain, but hide it with a smile, showing me her real self to me, but for me to do nothing to help her. Knowing that if I said something to the source of her pain, I could just make

Have you ever felt guilty after something bad happened to you & your family? I know I have. Everyone’s life is impacted by something that has happened to them. Birth. Death. Accident. Each one of these can affect someone's life drastically. One day my life was changed in just a couple seconds. My family and I got into a bad car accident. A decision I made that day caused it to happen.

I marched out of the school with my younger brother after a insipid day. Everyone was having conversations about what they are going to do over the weekend and what wild and insane event had taken place in their classroom. As I trotted across the crosswalk, I had my last words with my friends and other fellow students. I was taking the regular path home, keeping my head down, until I noticed my dad’s silver, slick sedan.

Loss can be experienced in many forms, the loss of a job, of a loved one, loss of health, of finances,

I won't be disappointed anymore. The utter bitterness taste of a loss. Set me back centuries from mental state, but by repeating the same mistakes at the same tournament. It was my sophomore year i was on the wrestling team. the heat immense in my warm up gear as i drilled moves with my partner deeandre. It was the biggest tournament in my eyes. It was junior varsity conference tournament held at new trier high school a school we despised for reasons I didn't even know. But that didn't matter at the time it was time for me to win this baby, win the whole thing, bring a trophy home,a medal, something I told myself. It was held in a gym 3 mats, three score tables and referees. each table would go by a weight class and call your name. this was

The loss of my younger brother changed my life in ways that I couldn't have imagined at the time of his death, but I was bombarded with so many emotions and undertakings that deeply impaired my thought process.

Life is a very difficult experience. Yes, you can try and make it easy but overall it does not come easy at all. You have to work towards anything you want and put yourself out there to become apart of the experience it provides.

My father and I willingly stayed at the hospital that night. Missing eight days of school within a span of three weeks, I continually struggled with a heavy sense of powerlessness, looking for ways to affect change in the situation. Many days I held her ashen hands, massaged her feet, and put ice packs on her forehead when her fever increased. I wanted to take care of her the way she had always done for me, but as a small twelve year old boy, I knew I could never come close and yet, I tried my

We have all lost someone or something at one point in our lives. If you haven’t, then you will. Loss triggers so many emotions fear, anger, doubt, and sadness. Sometimes I don’t know how to control those emotions, I feel like I’m drowning in all of them, struggling to rise up and stay strong. When I lose something, I have random mood swings. I also always find a way to blame myself.

You have been sick for days and looked like crap. You was sitting on my couch watching some random show when your phone buzzed. It was a text from (c/n) saying, hey how ya feeling and can I come over got you some things to make you feel better. Knowing that he was thinking about me made me bubble inside,you had the biggest crush on him for years and didn’t know how he felt but you texted back saying, Sure come over. You were still on the couch when you hear a knock on the door, and he was saying,”(y/n) it’s me”. You said, “Come in it’s open”,right as he came in he said “Hey how are you feeling?”. You replied groaning,”feeling like I was ran over with a truck.” He chuckled at your response and you laughed back. “Well, I have something for you and hopefully it

Sarah and I met in the second grade and immediately became best friends. At this point in my life, I genuinely needed her. Sure, I had friends, but I never truly fit in. At my Jewish private day school, I was the only Chinese student in my grade. My peers felt uncomfortable around me because they thought I was too "foreign." Many of them failed to understand that culturally, I was just like them. I converted to Judaism before I could speak and was raised by two Ashkenazi Jews since age one.