Personal Narrative: How Blue Changed My Life

These past three years in the band have had an incredible impact on my life. Although it all started in 6th grade, when I first picked up a flute, I feel that I have grown more in these three years than I have in the total of my 6 years in band.

“Connor, mom and I are going to make breakfast without dairy for you in about 15 minutes. We’ll need to leave our house at noon since we need to be there by 1:00 P.M.,” my dad claimed. After knowing this, I got a glass of refreshing ice water, went into my family room, and I took my usual spot on our couch to watch some television. I knew I was nervous, but I didn’t want that to conquer my success. Once I was settled in, my siblings came stampeding into the family room.

When I think about my red house, a free and easy feeling rushes over. Worries consisted of macaroni being too hot, swinging too high, and Dora, my first dog, pooping in my room. With bookshelves filled with stuffed animals and countless Pooh Bear toys, I was always content. The playground in my backyard provided days of fun, and nights in my mom and dad’s bed gave me peaceful and comforting sleep, preparing me for the next day of work. The kitchen was where I liked to claim I “worked”. Although I didn’t do a lot of the actual cooking, I liked to be there while my mom was. A love for cooking and baking developed at a young age, around the same time I realized I wanted to be just like my mom. The song “Best Day” by Taylor Swift perfectly describes

My family and my uncle's family has attended Six Flags together for the past 8 years. This year was going to be different for everyone and especially me.

From a young age, my parents have always raised me to be forgiving. I grew up with several beliefs that included the ideas of optimism tied in with perception. Throughout the years, this has impacted my views on the world and how I live my life. My life is guided by the principle that whatever happens, happens for a reason. It's important for me that I don't dwell on the past in order to move forward to experience all of what life has to offer. Along with life, comes challenges. Although it might be difficult, a sense of optimism has always encouraged me to stay focused and determined in order to overcome any challenges I may face. The way I perceive the world then plays a significant role in the way I act and treat those around me. I often

So, I have been subscribed to several subscription boxes over the last 4 years or so, some that I have really loved and some that I really didn't. I had mostly kept my boxes to makeup, pet stuff and nerdy stuff because I knew that any of those "style" boxes would just be for smaller sizes, whereas I am a bit more pluscious and need a larger size. Just a couple months ago, I saw an ad on Facebook for one called Dia https://www.dia.co/ that was supposed to be the plus-size version of the "most popular" styling box out there (https://www.stitchfix.com/ - whose website looks a lot like the Dia website, but is for sizes S-XL.) It was only $20 for a "styling fee" each month, and they take that amount out of whatever you decide to purchase from your

AC/DC’s “Back in Black” blared over the weight room’s speakers as I first sized up a dull iron bar. Staring straight ahead at the blank white wall, time slowed down. I racked my brain trying to recall what I had seen the lifters around me do. Phil, our weight room coach, commanded me, “Get over the bar.” I inched closer to the weight, toes beneath the bar, and attempted to lift it first off the ground, and then up on top of my shoulders.

Did the journal changed my life or the way I lived it, not particularly. Before this project started I would write almost every night anyway, not necessarily in a journal because I prefer typing to writing as it feels less permanent and certainly more changeable but the journal I used for the project was my actual one, with entries in it long before the project was assigned. Carrying the book around your neck was a bit overkill, but I have always carried a notebook with me. Over the summer I went to Philly almost every day and I filled up about 3 notebooks full of random thoughts because everyday on the train I would have to wait 20 minutes to get to my stop at 12th 13th and locust so I could go to work and during that time I didn't really have much

February 21, 2015, was the day social justice activities changed my life. I participated in an urban mission trip serving dinner at the drop in center and walking in the coldest night of the year fundraiser. That night at the drop-in center, I saw so much love and kindness amongst the clients. They were all so thankful that we came and spent dinner with them. The personal connections that I made that night changed the way I viewed people and really pushed me towards volunteer work, which was the real reward.

Red is angry with me. She did not spoke none word on the way, she struggles to hold back the tears, I know that, because she always does that when I do something stupid. Now I feel bad. It is not the first fight we have, and will not be the last. But I'm tired, and I know she also, that's my fear, I fear that Red gets tired of me.

I latched onto the two blue ropes above me. I hoisted myself up and balanced myself on the corner of the twine. I swung my legs over the next two ropes, and I climbed under the blue rope and over the red one. I paused for a moment and used my shirt to wipe of my sweaty, calloused palms. My muscles were sore and my heart was pounding in my chest, but I had to persevere. To my right, my cousin was catching up to me. He scaled up the outside of the rope obstacle until he finally reached my level. I quickly grabbed for the next rope square, and leaped through the top. One last push, and I finally landed on the metal platform. I made it.

“Look on the flip side we found a lighter that changes colors,” coolly responded Derick.

The bright streetlights cast a yellow pool of light over the snow bitten streets as the gentle ice capped rivers flowed through the landscape of wales, carrying December memories of laughter and song in the rippled blue. Excitement and joy spread through the town like a wildfire as I put my head against the window, watching absent mildly as the snow obliquely fell to the floor.

It took three hours to relax enough for sleep, but once I did, I kept waking from a recurring nightmare. Charles’s eyes staring at me. Changing colors. Blue. Green. Amber. Violet. The crackle of an electric storm detonating his eyes. I kept hearing his voice. “You are my match.”

My heart had been broken, I had been brutally pushed onto the concrete, yet I picked myself right up and continued to stay focused on my goals. For the last three years, I had been waiting for this moment, and now I am much stronger than I was before. Only two years ago, I had a tragic moment, but now that has made be much stronger than I was before. I kicked off my sandals and ran to the mat. The fresh paint smell went through my lungs, as usual, and the bright colors and flashing lights didn’t take me by surprise. I knew that today, everyone here would treat me differently - in a good way. Both the instructors and the students were tense as well as speechless, as everyone was practicing their moves or speeches, getting ready for one of the biggest moments in these kids lives.