Personal Narrative: I The Worst Of All

As the Frost Festival finally drew to a close, the excitement of the frost fae, both royal and non-royal, began to wane as the festivities and parties died down, and the frosty multicolored flags of the various frost fae Clans were taken down and folded neatly for storage until the next Festival. I’d been working as a Frost Guardian for over twelve hours protecting the princess of the Snowflake clan, and, even though I thought that I was going to be beyond exhausted and more than ready for bed, I still felt strangely wide awake and even a little buzzed with adrenaline, like I’d gotten energy from the remnants of the festivities that had happened around me and the fact that I was finally training in the real world as a Guardian.

As I stood on the outside of the arena watching teen girls traditional finish dancing, my stomach filled with butterflies. I walked into the arena as the announcer says “Next up teen girl's jingle,” with all the other dancers in my category. It was Sunday, the last day of Indian Summer Pow Wow, and my last contest for this pow wow, this year. Although I was nervous, I was also filled with happiness, confidence, and gratefulness. “Take it away boys” the announcer says. That’s when I knew that the drum group was going to start playing and this meant I had to start dancing.

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

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

These two statements are very important because they are the backbone of the whole book. These are the strongest parts that support the women she is. She is so hand in hand with God that she doesn’t even once criticize the reasons she’s in captive but as I have stated before, she blames herself for not praying enough. In the sixth remove she explains her circumstance, her being surrounded by her former enemies amidst no Christians at all but herself. She exclaims, “Oh the experience that I have had of the goodness of God, to me and mine!” Without any form of disbelief she praises the kindness of God. The beauty of her relationship with God is that she mentions no matter what kind of situation she is in whether it be near death or with luxuries. And she sees every good thing that happens to her as a sign of God. To sum it up, everything that has happened to her was pre-planned and the grace of God.

Bare with me for another blog post about volleyball. This weekend was the Badger Region Volleyball Tournament, which my team participated in. When I walked into the building, the memories flooded in with scenes from the elevator adventures, cheese fries, and design your own sweatshirts. The first day, my team didn't play up our full potential, with my team only winning one out of three matches; which meant that we didn't place in any of the brackets, meaning zero chance of receiving a medal. However, at the end of the second match, I got switched from being middle all-around to libero ( a position where you only play back row on offense and defense). I guess it's an honor, but it puts a lot of pressure on me by labeling me as the best passer

Everyone is too quick to point out all of my flaws. It hurts. I know I’m not perfect but that doesn’t give you, or Samara the right to openly announce my flaws. I just wanted to clean up, and for me the afternoon is my most awake time. You may think I am being a little ridiculous but I think my medication knocks me out for the night so I’m a little dosey in the morning. I also sometimes have little bouts of OCD where I feel that everything should be in order. I think that I feel that maybe if the things around me are in order then my mind will also be in order. I know that the bag wasn’t thrown directly at me, but simultaneously it was. It was directed as a throw to what I was doing, instead of kindly telling me to stop, both of you took

It was the same way with the traveling circus, I never liked circuses. Nowhere in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine joining the circus until 2 years ago. But I did anyway, for the same reason I got on the train car.

I have suffered from urinary flaming since March 2016. I have been several times in hospital of The Hague, but doctors failed to take that seriously, and they sent me back home without any treatment or medical check up. I initiated to contact a homoeopathy doctor, Miriam Sommer in July 2016, she treated me, with different medicines. After that, I was sick in whole months of November and December 2016. I stopped going to Miriam Sommer. The Doctors were still ignoring my sufferings. Consequently, in January 2017, I felt the blood in my urine; I went emergency medical help, doctors tested and found that I had aggressive prostate cancer level 9. They cannot remove that. However, they will treat to extend the life. I believe in God that mysteries

The House of Evil is a heavy narration of persistent torture, hunger, and killing of an innocent fifteen year old girl named Sylvia Linken. It leaves the reader speechless as to know that humans can have an evil nature and mind, knowing destruction as a source of fun, using words like “sex party,” playing abomination acts like forcing a Pepsi bottle into a vagina, blaming her for a pregnancy that did not exist, acting deaf and blind to the excruciating pain of the sufferer and not knowing what the sufferer is going through. Sylvia Linken’s murder is to some extent a mystery as to understand psychology of the persecutors and the persecuted Sylvia. Interestingly, the members of a church, namely Gertrude Baniszewski, Richard Hobbs are a source of pain and destruction to another member, Sylvia and are not

In the first telling of my personal narrative, I did not consider including what had led me to a point where I began to embrace my identities and become proud of my heritage as Korean. There were many factors that led me to be who I am today. The reason for leaving out the information was because there were so many people and occurrences that led me to the point where I am now. For example, moving to different elementary school where there were more diverse body of students, annually performing at the Mosaic in the Korean pavilion, my parents being a positive role model, and becoming a volunteer teacher at the Korean Language School are some of the reasons which have led me to be who I am today. As I was surrounded by people who were interested

I am a lousy speller. Luckily I complete all of my assignments on a computer that has spell check. That being said, my number one pet peeve is when people communicate using shortened words and acronyms. LOL, OMG, BRB, pleez, wut, and so on. I’m not sure why it bothers me but when I see or hear someone using them I cringe. As far as grammar goofs, I am guilty of many! Even as I write this I feel insecure about my grammar. Should there be a comma?? Oh no, more passive voice! There are so many rules! This chapter may become my new best friend.

Ok, so some may say I was toxic before. But to be honest with you, I'm not. I have been through some very tough things this past month my stepdad is still in recovery from open heart surgery so I took the time in between to reflect and ask myself what I have to do to be a better person. So, long story short, trust me I'm back to minecraft and I'm not toxic and now especially my friends find me very considerate and respectful, and I would love to prove that to all you staff members on this wonderful team. Other info about myself: I like playing minecraft as you can see and I'm good at building, I'm on the track team for my school and I love playing

Well I know why you 're my friend (sense you asked me), it 's because I can 't ever get bored of you, sometimes it might hurt like it did tonight but I love talking to you and you 're so amazing and funny and and fantastic, I might say some mean things, and do some mean things but it 's just because... IM NOT A LEACH, I know I always stick around and I 'm sorry if that 's inconvenient to you but I just can 't stop, I can 't say we make each other whole because you 're already pretty whole and we 're like opposite people, but I 'm still not being able to get over your sense of humor, your laugh, your gorgeous blue/gray eyes, and everything about you... I know you show affection by saying you hate me or by calling me names I get it, it 's just hard to get used to you 're one confusing girl! I 've been by your side consistently for 10 months now, you can tell me anything and I 'm always here for you and I 'm not even getting bored, I 'm writing this like a love note, (it 's not one) but I 'm just saying how much you mean to me, this is why you 're my friend, I don 't know why I 'm still you 're friend because I 'm an annoying asshole, but most the time I 'm just trying to connect or talk, or get you mad because you 're funny and cute when you 're a lil ticked  idk and I guess you said you don 't know why I 'm still your friend, that 's your choice,Vince mad me so mad,

my name is Frankin mouse i'm not like most monsters though. yes I was created by an evil Dr. but I don't have any evil in my heart so I was a banded, for not being evil and being a transgender, doesn't make things any easier. I might being a monster, but my true to me name is Ann Merry. I am a monster mouse who doesn't know what she wants from life. all I want is to find a place where I can fit in and be happy. I want to find more monsters like me, I would like a friend so I don't feel so alone. now I walk trough the woods. now I search for my happy ending, on my travels through the woods, I come cross another monster.