Personal Narrative-Hung-Out

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

I love living in a small town, it gives me a sense of guaranteed safety and simplicity.

Every since I came to this city I have been feeling like a stranger. It is difficult to leave your hometown, what you are used to, and go to some weird city you have never been to before.

Coach Shapiro raises his monogrammed aluminum whistle and it is the most unholy sight I have ever laid my eyes on. I allow myself to exhale. I attempt taking in the air of the room when I inhale. Instead, I am greeted with the sweet ripe smell of ‘determination’. Determination is Coach’s word for sweat, as in Ya ain’t had enough ‘til ya got determination all over your body or Practice ain’t over ‘til ya are able to fill a glass with your determination. My pores are boundless and eager. My anxiety starts to show itself through the determination that leaks off of me like a faucet.

“Petlon get in there,”Coach said. At first I was like what does he mean. I was confused because at the time Eli was a better center. I figured I should hustle out there and give it my best try, so that’s what I did.

I woke up. Feeling groggy, I went to take my pills. Being the way my brain was, I needed pills to function. I see things, but others don’t see them. These things, they are right in front of my face, but they are not visible to other people. I could not find my pills, I looked everywhere, even in my drug stash. They were not there. Wait, I sold them to Angelo. Well, remembering this, I need to go to the drug store.

After 200 miles of endless driving, I decided to pull over and let Aaron drive. We got out and switched places. “I dunno about this, Alex,” he stuttered. “You’ll be fine,” I said reassuringly. He walked around the side of the car and got into the driver’s seat.

The second I walked into middle school, I knew what I wanted to do, and how I intended to do it. Growing up, I was always taught to value education since nobody in my family had gone to college. Questions about college were frequently met with blank stares and dismissive shrugs. It was regarded as unchartered territory, and I planned to conquer it. My earliest memory of my grandmother was when I was 8 years old. Yearning for something to do, I resolved to learn Farsi, and began nagging my grandmother to teach me it. However, growing up in Iran, she never learnt how to read or write, and so she couldn't write my name, or even teach me the alphabet. My 8-year-old mind couldn't grasp the idea that my grandmother was illiterate. I went to school every day, learned how to write

Bishop walked out of class and as he looked around him. Bishop noticed that this is a big world and he is just another person walking around on this campus. When Bishop started his journey from the point of no return, he realized that this was not going to be an easy task. He got to that point by seeing all of the people talking as if home filled the air. Bishop felt the wind blowing by him and it was very calming and yet it carried the voices of thousands of people. After that it brought him back to realization that he had to go to Briggs no matter what. That's was when he heard footsteps and he fell awkwardly thinking “who is behind me is it someone I know or someone I have not seen before” so he took a seat across from Briggs and took deep breaths when he looked up and the lady walked inside of Mark Jefferson and as he sat there for a minute he saw a classmate. He noticed how dedicated she was pulling her backpack and talking to a teacher, he kindly smiled as they walked away, though they did not see him since he

I finally began to feel human again Tuesday Night. Saturday morning, I woke up symptomatic of a migraine, i.e. aura signals such as blind spots from optic nerve pinching, numbing of my tongue and phalanges, and intermittent but moderate pain. I spent the day preparing for our exam in PSYC622-WHV, but unfortunately, Saturday evening, it progressed into a full-blown migraine with severe pain, nausea, motion sickness, and hypersensitivity to light and sound. Once my symptoms became disabling, my husband put me on bed-rest and stated he would email my professors. The pain was so severe that I did not sleep through Saturday night, through Sunday, when we went to the emergency room. They treated me for dehydration and pain. The

In January of 2013, my dad said that we were going to get some paint. Inside the hot, non-air conditioned Prius, with my brother Ryan and my dad, we finally stopped half an hour later at a Bass Pro Shop in Victoria Gardens. My dad told us that we were going to take a break and just to sit down near the entrance of the store. As a man and a kid slowly approached us, I suddenly realized that we were waiting for two of our family's friends. (I'll just say that the man's name is John and the kids' name is Jason).

We were not very sure where we were going or how long we would be gone, but we still decided to go anyway. We were just going to walk down the street talk about random things.

One foot, two foot, three. I was loosing my stamina and interest for hiking as I neared the top of Peak Six Breckenridge. I had to get there soon or I knew I’d miss my run. When I finally reached the top a collapsed on my side and took my skis off my back. With the click of my bindings I slipped and skated my way across the ridge to the drop-in. It was my final run for my national placing.

We rolled along the snow crunching under our tires. The yellow light appeared on the dash again. The tires squealed and crossed the yellow dashed line. We quickly pulled back on to our lane trying not to swerve. The traffic in the other lane looked like it went on for miles. By now the traffic had cleared up and barreling at us was a semi. All 18 wheels were shrieking, trying to come to a grinding stop. The trailer of the semi was fishtailing, left then right then left then right. Then it was coming right at

As I turned to let the last customer out, my lips met his and we found ourselves on top of the counter. I grabbed his cock and rolled it back and fourth until his dick was wet. As I pushed him inside of me, I encouraged him to pound deep and hard so I could feel his thrust throughout my body. I could feel his excitement coming to an end. As my lips parted, what I did not drink, trickled down the side of my mouth. I smiled and then we kissed. Five years together and he still knows how to get me going.