Personal Narrative: Ghost Circles

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

At the age of nine, I watched my uncles lowering my father into the ground and what took his life was addiction. All my life I have watched addiction take over the lives of people, I love. My father's side of the family, besides my grandparents, has always faced addiction. Although, addiction runs through my blood, I will not take the same path I have watched people take all my life. I will be the one to end the cycle. Watching the majority of my family waste their life has motivated me to change the direction and better myself from living a life of addiction and misery.

Threads to Which I belong is a book that captivated my soul. As I read through the pages of history, I found myself traveling back in time. Invisible I stood in Mississippi watching a family’s history unfold. As I turned the pages, my emotions changed constantly. I experienced emotions of anger, disgust, sorrow, and happiness. The author has written an outstanding piece of work that forces you to consider researching your own family history.

'Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder,' says the ghost of Hamlet. The fact that his own uncle could kill his father leaves Hamlet dumbfounded and confused. Although Hamlet knows something is wrong in Denmark, he begins to question everything that the ghost has told him. When something is needed to be done, Hamlet is to busy

In Oklahoma, where there are bloody rumbles and serious crimes made here in this big city, but there is a tiny sixteen year old boy living in the middle of it all, and that was me, Johnny. The Greaser was like a second home for each other. They were rough, old fashion, and have been In rumbles where breaking your arm wasn’t a serious injury, but they help another out. I, in the other hand, was not like them. They say that heroes need a dark past in order to be stronger in the comics I read, but that didn’t happen to me. I was abused by my own parents and I got jumped by those rich Socs. They left scars and pain for me, I felt like I’ve gotten weaker after this, not stronger.

My whole life I’ve felt like an outsider. When I was younger dealing with a learning disability, I have had a hard time making and keeping friends even to this day. I struggle with being a follower instead of a leader. My own adoptive father verbally abused me growing up and I also had kids in fifth-sixth grade who constantly bullied me. I still am reminded of an instance when the first day of fifth grade approached: I got on the bus and these older girls started making fun of my pants saying, “She’s wearing high-waters.” I was humiliated in front of my peers every day since than during those two years. After being bullied for so long I made a vow to myself to never forget the pain inflicted upon me on a daily basis.

When arranging my shadow experience, I looked to my supervisor for information regarding who to contact on the outreach team. I was given the name of an Occupational Therapist who could accommodate my learning experience, in which I emailed to set up an appropriate time upon approval from their manager. Due to time constraints, I was given the opportunity to do two home visits in the morning with clients that had been on the seventh-floor as inpatients. This was chosen to give me the experience of transition from the hospital to their home and the gaps within the system. Before going on my shadow experience, I made sure to get best practices and the job description of the individual being shadow’s job to help assist pre-job shadow time. The

I run, run, run, from the thing that haunts me most, But I can’t run away from the never-changing sway. Manulaplited by the ever-present ghost. This tempo that drives me always reminds me of the life I've thrown away.

Back when I was a space cadet in space district 69, I would try as much as I could to be on top of my class, but I also had the biggest class in space district 69 history. District 69 was one of 762 districts in the UN that was started by a planet called Earth which was also called district 1. Out of all the districts in the UN district 69 was one of the most respected districts, so my officials from my district always expected us as a class to be better and to be smarter than the rest of the districts.

There are a lot of things that shape a person, A loss, A gain, or maybe a quest they undertook. Now I’m not talking about a quest to save the world like you might read in books, or watch in a movie. I’m talking about a goal you might strive to achieve or something you want to accomplish to learn more about not only yourself, but the people who surround you or the community you might live in. This is my quest, a quest that took me years to understand, but one that defines me as a person. A quest that showed me how to express my opinions, and to let others do the same.

Here is the different that I think needs to be noted and why I was against it.

Have you ever felt as if you were standing at the very beginning of something & yet had no actual idea of what it was? The only point of reference we have while met with this intersection of sorts, is an unexplainable feeling, one anchored deep within our bellies. We owe it to ourselves to honor this feeling as an indication that there is something more to be explored, to be experienced. I recognize this deep-belly tug as “The Surface”. A sort of starting point of whatever occupies our most guarded thoughts at the most random moments of the day; leaving a trail of lingering curiosities and “what if’s," birthing the seeds of our passions. When we “Break Through” the surfaces of culture, gender, sexuality, trending talking points, and other

Imagine you could share a meal with any three people - living or dead. Who would you choose? The three people I would invite is Johnny Depp, My sister, and Poltergeist People. The first because he is an amazing actor and stands as a favorite to both my sister and I, the second I would invite so I can share the great experience with, and the third because she is a favored author to my sister and I, and we'd both love to meet her.

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

Even though the actions of the characters were somehow inflexible, regarding the film was created by amateurs, but this small flaw did not affect the quality. During the conversation between prince Hamlet and the ghost, the ghost reveal the truth to Hamlet with a very aggressive speech, the speech wreaks the feeling of helplessness, anger and betrayal. There was no or very little body language from Hamlet or the ghost. Is was the speech of the ghost and an impressive symphony that raised the tension of the atmosphere to the climax, and according to the ghost’s speech, the only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta. Performed by