Personal Narrative: Goldsboro

The greasy scent of cheap burgers and fries wafted into the car as we pulled into the parking lot of a Wendy’s, right in the heart of who-knows-where, East Tennessee. I couldn’t contain my excitement as I rushed my 12-year-old self out of the minivan and into the palace of grease. Clad in ratty sweatpants and a t-shirt with my hair pressed down from my prolonged use of headphones, it was evident that I spent long hours sitting in a car, asking “if we’re there yet” too many times to count. In this moment, however, carving up Snowshoe Mountain on my snowboard didn’t seem as exciting as the machine that stood across the room. Standing tall, shiny, and red, the Coca-Cola Freestyle soda fountains were in the early stages of being released, and

Growing up in Chicago, I attended a neighborhood school from preschool through first grade. Although it was an exceptional school for elementary kids, the education for middle school and high school students was not as adequate. Seeking a better place to raise their children, my parents were faced with a tough choice. When I was in 2nd grade, our family made the decision to move to the suburbs. On July 3rd, we all packed into our Honda minivan and drove 45 minutes to a new home in the town of Winnetka. Within my first year at Crow Island, my new school, I learned so many new things. I started playing the violin and speaking Spanish, neither of which were offered at my old school. I met my best friends that I'm still close with now. Over the

In the small city of Harvill, there were a group of investigators. The six of them named Willy, Mary, Shawn, twins, Jojo and Carol, and I, Hubert. We solved many crimes though the one where had recently started was an interesting and puzzling one. We were the only ones qualified who could actually solve a case. There was a killer amuck.

The day I moved from Rockwall to Crandall was a day I’ll never forget. It was a strange couple of days. The day we moved was extremely saddening.

It was 2:30 school just got out me and Tayler where going to leave as I realis I forgot my book in the classroom so we ran back to the classroom and when we got there was a mysterious door in the back of the classroom. There were no teachers in site so I decided to go over to the door and open it. There was a very bright light coming from the door. Tayler and I took one step in the door and then it slam shut behind us. We took a few more step closer to the light. But now we were in some other town named Brownard County, Florida. I saw the sign that said the name of the town.

Unlike many of my peers, I wasn’t raised in Montgomery County. I was born in Savannah, Georgia on September 10th 1997. After Georgia we lived in Anchorage, Alaska. During that time my now 16 year old sister, Asha was born. After Alaska we packed up and moved to Fairfield, Ohio. My now 11 year old sister, Malea was born there. That’s where I ended up spending almost 12 years there.After moving constantly when I was younger due to my mom being in the Army, it was nice to be stable somewhere. We ended up moving to Gaithersburg after my mom got a promotion in D.C. I started my Junior year at Quince Orchard very scared and nervous. Luckily, I met some amazing people that helped adjust to the move. The move to Gaithersburg made me realize that I

Today, we reached The Dalles. Nate told us we have two choices. Either we can float down the river, or we can go around Mt. Hood. We talked it over, and almost everyone agrees we should go around. I'm certain everybody remembers Ezekiel and the river, and none of us want to go through that again. So we start on Barlow Road, which will take us around the mountain, tomorrow. Things aren't getting much better here. We are all so tired. I think that once we get to Oregon, I will just sleep through winter.

On April 21, Downingtown West has the privilege of meeting the few remaining survivors of the horrifying genocide, known as the Holocaust, for possibly the last time. I would be beyond honored to meet and escort one of these amazingly strong human beings. Personally, I am an outgoing and strong individual. I am a wonderful leader as well as a terrific listener. I am self-aware and would contribute the kindness West has to offer. Making our guest feel comfortable is our number one goal. I will be supporting them in anyway possible. I believe being familiar with my school and knowing most of the student body can be used to my advantage. Whether taking our guest to the restroom or just having a conversation, I will do everything within my power

Gibson County, redneck central, hillbilly heaven, Gibco, this is the place I have called home for the past 17 years. On March 6, 1998, I was born in Evansville, Indiana, at Welborn Hospital about 35 minutes away from Haubstadt. After I made it out of the NICU, I was taken home to RR1 Box 108, in Haubstadt, Indiana. My home, since birth, has been situated on the border of Haubstadt, Owensville, Cynthiana, and Posey County. Some of my neighbors have Haubstadt addresses with Fort Branch zip codes and Owensville phone numbers! It’s strange to say the least, but I wouldn’t fancy living anywhere else.

My father wasn't around as much during Middle and High School. He took a position in New York City that kept him away for much of the week, though he would often return each weekend for short spurts. After graduating high school, I joined my father in New Jersey to embark on my undergraduate experience, leaving behind my mother and siblings in our upstate New York home. The dichotomy between these two locales was immediately perceptible — from the population density and cultural heterogeneity to the very way that the roads and highways were strewn about. The acclimatization process was sluggish — further hampered by my own initial sentiments of detachment. Being a novel resident of New Jersey while also commuting to campus day-to-day was challenging,

I am Lisa Long. My husband and I live in Carlisle, Ohio. Carlisle is a small town located right between Cincinnati and Dayton. Carlisle is known for having multiple train tracks surrounding the village. It also has a spaceship house as a landmark. I have a 16-year-old son Aaron Blake. Aaron plays traveling baseball all year round. My two little fur babies are Molly and Bella. They are both a Maltese's, whose bark is bigger than their bite. I work full time at NextGear Capital, which is in Carmel, Indiana. My position is Regional Director of Operations for the North Central region. I get the luxury of working from home and traveling bi-weekly. My hobbies include Jeeping, music, shopping, concerts, health and

I have lived in the same good old town of Hazleton all my life. It's not a very big town, you could easily miss it if you weren’t paying attention. A massive number of 256 people live here. Most of those people are nosey too. Not much happens in Hazleton, but when it does everyone knows about it. The biggest event in my town had to be the Hazleton Railroad Wreck of 1897. A train ran right into the river because a washout caused the tracks to slide. I used to go to my Grandpa’s house and play by that river all the time in the summer. Overall, not a very exciting place, but it's where I grew up and it's where I love to be.

After a long ride, we saw our new home for the first time. It wasn’t luxurious, but to a couple of young children like us it was cool to live on the beach. The changes that lied ahead of us were great. There are many ways in which this new start changed my life. First, no longer did we live in fear. This enabled me to move on. I enrolled in eight grade that year. I felt like had a fresh start. No one knew my business. I could make myself whatever I wanted. My whole personality changed. That year I started at quarterback for junior high and from there everything started to look up. If I was to go into details of all the success I had it would be bragging, so I am just going to say I went from a casualty of a broken home to a respected and important part of High Island High School. In the five years I was there, I had more fun and a more productive life than all the other years put together.

At some point in everyone’s life they start to branch out. They deviate from the paths chosen for them by their parents and start discovering. I, for one, was eager to leave the dull and lifeless path my parents had chosen for me. I was ready to begin exploring. One should know that before the events of this story, I had been living on the Saint Francis University Campus for six weeks. My days were long, eventful, and rather stressful. This was to be expected from a schedule of six challenging classes. It was an excellent change of pace from my monotonous existence at home. These six weeks were worth the trouble though, because I was able to conclude them by taking a trip to Massachusetts. A family-free vacation to a location I always dreamed

I can remember sitting in class, feeling eyes burning through me, dodging inquisitive glances from all sides, and anxiously awaiting the bell to ring for lunchtime. As most people know, lunch is the most dreaded part of the first day at a new school. First day of school memories are still fairly vivid for me; my father was in the JAG corps in the Army and my family moved with biannual regularity. In fact, I even attended three different high schools. While this may seem highly undesirable to some, I learned an incredible amount about myself, the world, and other people through moving that I may never have learned otherwise. What I have learned about myself and the world will without a doubt contribute to my success in life and even law