Personal Narrative: How It Was Today

My mom and I loved the movie. It was neat to see a Western movie 'cause you really don't see those much any more.

PonyBoy and Darry went to the hospital to visit Johnny. The doctor had gave the boys some great news about Johnny, and said that he was going to be ok as far as the doctors knew. PonyBoy and Darry were so thankful that he was going to be alright after all. The doctor spoke and said, “ You guys are still going to have to take good care of him, make sure he does not smoke. It will damage his system. “ Darry responded, “ Alright doc, i’ll try to. “ After Johnny had got out of the hospital, the guys had met up with the rest of the gang. So they could take Johnny out to eat at dairy queen. Johnny was so thankful and happy that he was with his friends once he got out. He had been through so much pain that all he needed now was his friends

“5 minutes!” a voice shouts over the loudspeaker. Perspiration drips down my face and my hand throbs with pain. The seconds tick by but are drowned out by the pounding of my heart. I summon all my strength and will my hands to move faster and faster. The speakers crackle with static as the voice shouts, “Hands down.” Eight hours of mind-numbing calculations and stratagem. It’s over; all the work, the sleepless nights, the literal blood, sweat, and tears. What for?

Why I have become who I am today? This is a very simple question with a very complex answer. I am a result of biological, psychological and social-cultural influences. All three of these thing have shaped me into the person that I am today. My social location has also helped to shape me into the person I am today.

“What!” I commented. “What do you mean you're getting married?” I said with my aching heart, after the words of “I’m marrying him.”

There something very odd about today. I don’t know whether it’s to do with the heat, my bank balance, the future or working tomorrow, but there is something funny about today. It’s as if I should be still in bed or looking at the four walls in the living room waiting for gloom to appear like some genie from a bottle with heaps of bad news. Then I realize that it is Monday and for the past 5 weeks I have been working on a Monday and since that I ‘m not working today, that’s probably why today seems strange, empty and clammy.

Throughout the semester I have noticed my writing grow significantly. Some of my work was a bit sketchy but that could be fixed by proofreading. I did not like writing all of my papers but I did enjoy the reading involved for the book reviews.

Was he dead or alive? Did the helicopter land safely? What happened to him? I knew that we left on really good terms, but will I truly get to say goodbye. Was this the day that he will leave me. I rushed to get ready to go, to the place that could be the best place to be or the worst, all at the same time. I could smell this place, feel it in the air. It will either be peaceful or the worst place I will ever go. I will know in one hour. I might never see him again, or will I. One hour.

One thing that I feel everyone should know about me, to really understand who I am, would be what I do with music in my life. I think that the kind of music people listen to defines them more than what that person could ever put into words.

This week I competed three social histories. It seems like the more I do them, the easier it seems to be getting. I feel more comfortable with the residents. It also seems like coming up with questions is becoming easier for me. There is a general idea on what to ask, but she wants me to go beyond what is on the sheet. It actually has become fun. I have learned so much about the residents. They are so interesting and have some wonderful stories to share. Man, how things have changed through the years. I interviewed a 94-year-old man and I asked him how him and his wife met. He said that there was an all-girl school across the street from his house. He went over to talk to a girl he knew and he met another girl, and that girl was his now wife.

Today has been pretty strange. I saw this thing, well I actually didn’t see it, but it was there…

Back when I first started high school it was a whole new experience and there were many learning curves. A story I read reminded me of my years in early high school and how i had it rough with the people there. I made some good friends but I also made many enemies. Through my time there I learned the ups and downs of this new society of people.

Who am I today? I see a man with potential. As I see myself right now I am pretty proud of myself and thankful. I am thankful for the opportunities that have been given to me such as being able to go to a very well known college prep school and I am thankful, and I know it sounds cheesy, for parents that love me and support me and give me a kick in the butt when they see me slacking a little bit.

In every person's life, there is an event that causes a change within them. One event that causes a chain reaction that alters that person in a vast way. If that circumstance hasn't already happened to you, I guarantee it will. It happened to me in the summer of 2011.

“We’re almost there two more blocks,” Tyler told Dylan. We rode down the street and when the sun shined off the object it was like looking at the sun! “Ouch,” I said. We pulled over to see what it was. You would never guess!