Personal Narrative: I Acquired Water

I am addicted to Smart Water. I drink at least one bottle of day and have had nothing else to drink for the past two years except the occasional soda. This has become w huge problem because not only did the water bottles in my recycling bin start building up that it would overflow, but the bill of constantly buying the Smart Waters was building up too. I knew that I had to stop drinking that brand of water, but I became so attached to it that it was very difficult to not have it. The experience started fine, but what I noticed was that the taste of other water was not good and that I haven't used glasses for drinking in a long time. Due to the drastic change, I knew that I had to use positive punishment to instill drinking tap water, so I decided

Students are used to receiving a normal, academic report card. However, they are not graded on their out of school activities, so I have decided to make a report card for myself. My first category is water bottle flipping. Water Bottle flipping, to some people, is an art that needs

When I got back, my tub water was almost all over the place. I turn my water off and took off all my school clothes and put them on the counter. Then I put my phone right next to my bath even though it might not be smart. I put my bath salts in the water, then I grab the bath bomb and put my foot in there to check the temperature. Its a tad bit too hot. Both of my feet went in the water and eventually my whole body did. I drop my bath bomb and watch it dissolve which made my bath water turn to a pale pink color. As soon as I lean back, my phone rings. It's my Aunt Jane.

As I ventured inside through the entryway. This immense yard used to be quite recently included space looked well past my desires. Two little condos developed were standing confronting each other on each side, in the center was a wellspring running new water. The entire inside of the house was changed, no all the more venturing outside to get some crisp water. It make life considerably less demanding for the ladies to do their day by day shores.

I was nine months pregnant when one early morning I felt a gush of water flow out of me. I gasp and said "it's time." No one was home except for me. To make sure it was finally time to give birth I waited until the contraction where four minutes

Wow!!! I say as the dolphin pushes me out of the glissing water.It felt magical! It is Tuesday, December 29, 2015 in Ixtapa, Mexico. I slid in the cold salt water.I was just floating there. All of a sudden a gray beast came swimming by. A Dolphin! I whispered to myself.

It was pitch black outside. Luckily, we all brought our flashlights. We had gone into the woods for a walk and lost where our tents were. It took us more than an hour to get back to camp. Once we got back we all collapsed in our beds and fell asleep.

My best friend from high school, who is now a Boilermaker at Purdue University, decided to spend half of her Spring Break in Stillwater, Oklahoma with me. Tressa arrived in Stillwater around noon on Monday, March 14th. After a little while of catching up, we changed into our swimsuits and jumped in the car with two of my closest friends, Charlie and Kiefer.

My toes were numbing and sopping wet, as a result of frigid water seeping over the uppermost part of my Muck boots as I waded around in the shallow water, scrambling for the best angle on the pull string. The hunters with me griped and complained about chapped lips and windburn in the twenty-two mile an hour north wind. It didn't help that the air temperature was only twenty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. We anticipated an excellent day when the first two wood ducks of the day arrived. I caught a glimpse of them hitting the water, and routinely turned to crank the Yamaha outboard.

Have you ever just ran up a ladder like riding a bike? Well I used to but, I no longer do that after what happened on July 6, 2012. I will tell you what all happened on that day.

We went in through the sliding glass doors that give on the living room. I slid the door shut on its track and paused for another look out. The silver veil was three-quarters of the way across the lake. It had resolved itself into a crazily spinning teacup between the lowering black sky and the surface of the water, which had gone the color of lead streaked with white chrome. The lake had begun to look eerily like the ocean, with high waves rolling in and sending spume up from the docks and breakwaters. Out in the middle, big whitecaps were tossing their heads back and forth.

Clearly, I was all over the place with the amount of water I drank each day. I started of reaching my goal but by the third day it became difficult to do so. It became difficult because I had to work on that third day. At work I couldn’t have my water bottle on me and I did not have my phone on me either, so I had no reminder to drink my water. The last day I reached my goal, but it was mainly because I wanted to end on a good note and that’s what motivated me. Even though I did not reach my goal every day I did increase my water intake.

I remember seeing plants that have not been watered properly at my grandmothers’ home. R.I.P to my grandmother, my mother still waters those plants this very day. I remember seeing the plants that did not sit by the windows would have withered leaves. I watch my grandmother rotate the plants so that they all could get the proper sunlight. Granny had a green thumb as they say. Do we really know how powerful water is? As I read your post that is what came across my mind, the involvement of water is interesting. Thanks for your post- Whitney, I enjoyed the read, you have got me thinking.

“Where am I? What’s happening?” I thought to myself. “What’s going on?” It was late summer, and I was just coming out of my egg. After I hatched, I looked around in awe as I saw the world for the first time. I saw the bright green seaweed I was surrounded by. I saw the scintillating water as it was warmed by the sun. I saw various schools of fish swim

The Wet Brush As a little girl I was very curious. I loved to explore my backyard with my brothers. We liked to big in the sand box, jump on the trampoline, play in the play house, and look for bugs. By the end of the day we all looked like dirty dogs. My hair is very thick, long, and tangles easy. After a day of hard playing my hair was in knots. My Mom hated fighting with me to take a bath every night because both of us knew we would have to face my dreaded hair monster. Brushing out my hair or as I like to call it pulling out my hair was a tortures event. I had a very tender head and as my Mom tried to detangle the hair monster the tears would start to roll down my cheeks and I would scream. We tried every kind of hair brush