Personal Narrative: Going Back To Terabithia

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

You know those days where everything just seems to be going wrong or you never think things will get better? When you are late for work, spill coffee down the front of your shirt, and realize you accidentally wore two different shoes? Or how about when you thought you were in love, and you got your heart broken into a million pieces and it felt like you would never be okay again? What about when you had to say goodbye to your best friends when you left for college? I believe in a new beginnings.

I got back from Hawaii late on Friday, it was a long series of travel and at the time I was exhausted. Both flights had complementary movies,The best of all was my second flight from seattle to Minneapolis, the airliner was an older 757-200. The rear of the headrest in front of you had a touch screen with free tv shows. However days earlier I was in Maui, the first day was when we went the Lao Valley state park, it was relatively small and we forged through the paths quickly, only stopping every few feet to take a picture. The rest of the day was spent getting food items for out hotel room with a kitchen. Cooking in the room would reduce eating out and ultimately reduce cost. “Holiday on a budget” my mother would continuously say, However

As we close out the 43rd game of the season, the Phillies drop to 15-28. As the pitching woes continue, it's tough to look on the bright side. It's understandable for the fans to be anxious, but it's all apart of the rebuild. I'm here to tell you to R-E-L-A-X. The team is still incredibly young and in the process of getting back to October. Maikel Franco is struggling a bit at the plate. Picking up the slack in the lineup is Tommy Joseph, who has been on absolute tear through the month of May. Cesar Hernandez has cooled off a bit but still playing some good ball. What can't I say about Aaron Altherr? He's everything you can ask for right now and then some. One thing you can look forward to is one of the most exciting

In losing my friends I made more that would also fade away. I managed to keep one friend threw it all, Hannah. Hannah is my best friend and if I had a best friend soul mate, she would be it. Once sophomore year came around I was finally getting on my feet until a friend of min committed suicide. His passing caused a corruption in the school because our dear friend did not get a moment of silence. It was traditional for a moment of silence for the passing of a student or teacher. Many students, including me, wrote letters to the office to express out anger. Our letters worked and he got the moment of silence he deserved. Half way through my sophomore year I moved to Oklahoma, and at first I was not a big fan. I made a few friends and got my classes set up, but I still was struggling with depression. I ended up getting emitted to a facility near Oklahoma City for a week. Time was so slow at the facility, but I learned important life lessons like coping skills and that you can’t help someone else when your glass is

If it had been up to me, reconstruction would have gone a little differently. My ideas for reconstruction probably would have been seen as extreme at the time. In my opinion we should have forgiven the south and possibly have had some form of oath or apology in place, but afterwards joined together as a country and given african american people the exact same rights as white people. And we should have put punishments in place for those who chose not to comply. In the beginning i think this might have sparked a lot of anger or controversy but eventually people would have gotten used to treating african americans like they would anybody else. In my opinion, we probably would not face as many problems with racism as we do now if we had taken

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

“So, I was wondering if you wanna have dinner with me tonight. My room, 7pm? You can stay the night…” You suggest as you go and sit next your boyfriend Bellamy, giving him a flirty wink.

I think that is an excellent thought, Lindsey. When I first read this that is what I thought as well. Whenever Ada begins to let Susan love her, and whenever Susan starts to show more affection Ada lashes out. I think that Ada lashes out because she feels like she is not deserving of love, and she is not deserving of nice things. This just tears me up inside when a person does not feel like they are worth being loved. The amount of damage that Ada has suffered is almost irreversible now and I think Susan is starting to realize that this will not be an easy fix. I am honestly surprised at how normal Jamie is because even though he was not the one who was abused, he witnessed the abuse. I am glad that he has not lost his trust in people. This

2 weeks after our initial preferences were submitted, I was connected with a few members of the TMT group. Speaking with the analysts over the phone, I really enjoyed the conversations and began to believe TMT would be a great fit. Due to my late contact with the team, I did not receive an interview with TMT. After attending all of my meetings on placement day, I met Julia Druckman and Nash Abu-Zahra and discussed the possibility of me joining the TMT group. They suggested I talk to HR. After our talk, I went downstairs and spoke with a few members of HR. They suggested I rank the groups I interviewed with but add in this comment section where I would rank TMT.

After watching their grandparents get “arrested” by a Russian convoy, the Abramikas family fled from their quiet farm in Lithuania unsure what future would hold for them. Six months later, the Abramikas had finally boarded the boat that would deliver them to the crowded, super saturated city of New York. The Abramikas would reach their destination in Chicago, Illinois where my grandmothers uncle was waiting for them. Almost everything in this new life would be difficult for them to get used to, especially buying food. It wouldn’t be the long lines, for they had seen those at the internment camps. It would not be the concept of a non-negotiable price either, it would be the variety and quantity of the foods. As the years went on, the Abramikas adapted to the Chicago lifestyle and my grandmother would eventually meet my Lithuanian grandfather which would change the family name to the Milaitis family name. My father was their first child and while growing up on the Southside of Chicago, there was plenty of trouble to get into but my grandmothers cooking kept him around the house. Both my grandmother and grandfather were working and decided the best way to keep the Lithuanian heritage strong in the family strong would be to send

So as I know everyone around the world has at least someone in their life they look up to and wanna be like them some day but everyone has different opinions and who their true hero is my hero is my tutu, Verna, because she was always there for me when I needed her the most and never left my side no matter what.

“Mamusia! Can you come help me with this?” I yell boldly for my mom. “What is that

My heart was thumping heavily, as the bus took a turn towards the mountains. I didn’t know why I had agreed, but it was too late to turn back.

My Tamakwa experience didn’t start my first year of being a camper, it started the year my brother began camp in 2007. He left for camp not knowing one single person and came home at the end of the summer with lifelong memories. I remember he would tell me about all of the amazing activities, canoe trips, and overall spirit there was at Camp Tamakwa. After 3 summers of asking my parents when it was my turn to go to camp, they finally decided I was ready in 2010. I didn’t care that everyone else in my class at school was either going to Manitou, or Timberlane together, because my mind was set on going to Tamakwa. Similar to my brother, I started that summer not knowing anyone other than my him, so obviously I was nervous. Little did I know, the second I stepped off the bus, my life would be changed forever.