Personal Narrative: I Hate It When She Has To Go Away

Not that I wasn’t happy with the choices that had led me to this point in my life, but I knew that I was destined for greater things than a “Doc on a Boat”; another nameless enlisted member of the naval medical community serving three years of sea duty on a constantly revolving door of new check-ins and farewells. Working long hours on little sleep and crappy food is what boat life is all about. You are united as a crew by what is affectionately known as “The Suck”; a general catchall term that you can blame any and all problems on and one that you signed on for by receiving orders to a boat. Now there are three types of people that I encountered, those that love and are borderline addicted to the suck, those that tolerate the suck for the

Constitution and declares, “Now, no talking, no cheating, no breathing, I better not see a muscle move in your body other than your hand to write on your test!”

Hello from the bloody cold north!!! to day was -12C and with wind chill it was -20"c, that's bloody cold in Fahrenheit !!!

“She’s smokin’, Han!” Caleb was the first one to break the silence, although nobody else heard him. I wasn’t sure if he was being serious, trying to make me jealous, or both. I merely gave him a glare before saying, “Too bad you’re dead.” Josh decided to clarify for the girl by saying, “She sees dead people. I’m Josh Baker, also known as Patient 8419”

At the time I did not understand why she would leave the hospital so irrationally, however now I understand. Every patient has their own idea of end of life care. Not every patient desires palliative care. Also, every culture has their own standard of beliefs and values about medical treatment. As a nurse I may not always agree with a patients’ ritual or beliefs. Yet , it is my job to not only treat them medically, but as well as understand and assess the patient’s cultural so I can provide them with the best

Nancy Long is the worst person I’ve ever met! My grandma’s last name has changed so much (not because of marriage) I don’t know what to call her. Nancy Long, Littlejohn, Dick, or Frye all has been her names for periods in her life. Well, you're probably wondering why she is the worst person in my life, After All she is my grandma. There is a long series of events that will lead up to one big event that has forever changed my life. Nancy’s mom died from Hydrocephalus when she was the age of three years old. Hydrocephalus is when there is fluid on the brain from birth. This left Nancy with her alcoholic father named Larry Long. Larry got remarried to Denise Long when Nancy was around the age of six or seven years old. Denise was very abusive(allegedly)

Until high school, my whole world was mainly Jews. I went to a Jewish school and a camp that was mainly Jewish. Chanukah felt more mainstream to me than Christmas. Yet, as I got older and entered high school I started to understand how much of a minority I was and how small the Jewish people are compared to the rest of the world. I would be lying if I said I’ve ever faced discrimination based on my religion. But I have definitely been the only Jew in the room and more often than not, Judaism has left me feeling isolated from the rest of the world. Not necessarily when I was a little kid (more on that later), but from my tween years to present, there’s always been Jewish characters in the TV shows and films I’ve grown up with. It made me feel less isolated and less lonely.

Is there anything such as a normal day? My day started off as usual for me. We had gone to bible school at the church in Angie. It was the last night of their bible school. Ironically the youth pastor, Brother Cole Fornea, had been talking about how you never know what could happen. "You can leave here and get into a car wreck," his exact words "you never know when it could be the end for you." He finished his sermon.

I pull out his stomach, cutting his throat and several veins at the same time, causing blood to gush out and cover me head to toe in the velvet red liquid effectively soaking me with the stuff. I cut the rectem in half and do the same to the base of his bladder; freeing the rest of the innards all the while; taking one last swipe at the man's breast done cutting it in half. I move out of the spray and take the towel offered to me by somebody, it wasn’t a guard, their hands are way too small; like those of a small child's. After wiping my face clear of blood I look to see five year old Katie; Margrits’ youngest child; why is she here? Did Margrit want Katie traumatized for the rest of her life? And why in the living hell did the guards allow her up here? I don't have time to question it at the moment; however I do cover her with my cloak so that she doesn't have to see anything more. Turning to face Alfs’ back I reach around his chest, force my fingers between the two halves of the beast bone, and one swift movement I thrust them apart braking all of his ribs exposing his lungs and heart to the air. The man dies in

I am the Perpetual Fifth Wheel. The title was accorded to me upon entrance into a gargantuan edifice about 4 years ago. Unfortunately, I am incapable of identifying which powers selected me for the position, but I suppose it is sensible—I am introverted and oftentimes struggle to maintain trivial conversations about the weather and AP Chemistry. It is also suitable that I was rewarded a title to maintain, as I have always been one to aspire for more. For instance, as a child, I wished to appear as an adult with immense concentration. As such, I walked back and forth on the porch while waiting for my father to bring the minivan to the driveway and adamantly declared that I was “pasting,” confident that I was mastering the image of the intelligent Jackie from Cyberspace. I am also incapable of identifying precisely how

Not so good news arrived on Sunday from Story Shack Magazine: rejection of my short-short story, No One is Leaving Yet. I decided to go through it again, fix some of the errors and change some aspects of the story, including the name (now it is titled: I Mustn't Stop Her), and I submitted once again to the same magazine. Although, I sent it to another magazine, as well, and see which one pops--if it pops. I decided to take a screenshot of the rejection letter just to remind myself that I will be rejected over and over again. Just over these past months I've been rejected to jobs, scholarships, and publications, as well. Failure is rather more abundant than success, but failure are the steps that lead to such bright success. Therefore enjoy

My journey continued with my second hardest goodbye. After Anne passed away, I had a very hard time wanting to get to know any other resident. It was not until my second year that my heart fell for another, heartbreak. I knew when I seen this little, fragile, white haired lady moved into our facility, she was gunna be trouble. Her name was Jean but, I called her Quigley. I clung to her, she became the grandma I never had and the “old lady” I spent my free time with. I spent my lunch breaks with her and my lazy Sunday afternoons off. We gossiped, talked about boys and laughed so hard, we cried. Quigley became sick about 6 months, after moving in. I began to spend more time with her and became to know more of her family. I knew what was going to happen and my heart began breaking. She became very ill and very fast. She was always in pain and hospice soon came to help her and keep her comfortable. The day she had pasted, I was walking to her room when, I noticed the door

I hate the way you break every promise. I hate the way you continue to bail. I hate the way I can't bear the sight of you, when we fight like hell. I hate the way you drink and smoke. I hate the way I care.

“She’s coming” I thought to myself. Brittney, my sister, blond hair, short, about 110 pounds was approaching over to my messy and purple room. My sister took a look into my room and my sister asked, “Necesitas materiales para tu proyecto?”, “Do you need any supplies for your project?” I told her that I did. I grabbed my money and she grabbed her keys. We sprint over to the small, messy, and khaki colored car and my sister and I put on our seat belts. Brittney turned on the radio and Despacito by Daddy Yankee and Luis Fonsi came on. We start singing and it was truly entertaining. My sister and I decided to proceed at Walmart because it was the closest to us. My sister parked the car far from Walmart, all the

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside