Personal Narrative: Is It Worth It?

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

I closed my eyes, exhaled as much as I could, and pushed. Face first, I was thrown against the first gate. My thoughts threatened to permeate

“Are you alr—hey!? What the…?” Someone is shaking my shoulder roughly. I snap back into consciousness blankly, then, I’m aware of the terrible cold around me. My wet clothes are clinging to my cold body.

The trip from Tuscon was a long and wretched drive. It had just rained the night prior so the air was hot and sticky. The sweat clung to me like glue, and was impossible to peel off. The only thing holding my sanity together is the book I brought with me, Wuthering Heights. Otherwise I would have jumped out of the car an hour ago. My mom on the other hand appears unaffected by the humidity; currently she's tapping her hands on the steering wheel to the rhythm and humming to whatever she was listening to on the radio. Right now I can imagine my two friends Stefanie and Alex sitting in their bedrooms under the arctic blast of their air conditioner. Oh how I wish I was within the radious of a working AC. The car's AC has not been working for

So then I go, and find Mrs. Price and tell her, ¨The red sweater wasn't mine. I knew adults weren't right all the time.¨ So I yell at the top of my lungs to Mrs. Price, ¨YOU BELIEVE ALL THE STUDENTS AND YOU ALWAYS YELL AT ME, I WISH YOU NEVER TEACHED HERE, I JUST WANT TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE.” Then Mrs. Price tells me to go to the office. So I stomp my feet on the floor ,and go to the office. When I get into Mr. BobbyJoe’s office i talk to him and tell him what had happened. He says to me, “Now Rachel I know how you feel if I were you I would do the same thing. So what i want you to do is to go and tell Mrs. Price your sorry while I go and call your parents then come back.” So I go back to the class room and tell Mrs. Price that I was

Through the sun's warm rays and my furnace, both of us were getting cold. I glanced at a window and noticed the condensation starting to freeze. "What the heck?" Shane shot his gaze to me. "What is it?" He asked. "I don't know the windows getting frost on it. Why is it getting so cold?" By the end of my sentence, my breath was visible. "I'm going to check the thermostat. Do you want a blanket?" Shane nodded and I walked off. "Make sure I don't die!" I yelled to him as I crossed to the other side of the house.

i apologized about this , I didn't realize it was that many hours he, but I know there would be some over time this week we had couple of incident , the day we had to do Eric and ken write-up I had him site in both , also the Sunday training added to it , he also went over Tuesday when we did the Ops meeting , this is not the norm I will keep the hours in check

I shed my black coat off as I hang onto a hanger. My fingers tremble as they begin to regain consciousness, and they wiggle on their own. Damn never-ending winter. I sigh and allow myself the satisfaction of a two second nap before leaving my maroon Nine West purse in the locker, and grabbing the symbol of servitude under impervious bosses and vexatious clients: my blue work vest. I forget that my floral lunch bag is still gripping

someone. One of the hardest responsibilities I've ever had to take on, was when I had to babysit, Brennan, my little brother. I thought I would not do a good job, but I knew it was something I had to learn how to do. Also, when I babysat my brother, I felt that it would help my parents if I knew how to take care of him. Although I was very nervous, I told my parents that I would babysit my little brother. Something that I didn't know, was that I was learning a lot about taking responsibility for things in life. It was a very interesting learning experience for me.

The overstretched fake smiles and false enthusiasm futilely hid the jittered look held within during my first major audition. Six months of hard work and preparation was overpowered by stress coming in the form of sweat and unnecessary bathroom breaks. Ashamed and terrified of performing as a soloist, the metal strings shrieked during the audition in front of the white tarp hiding the judgement that I feared. The truth was a bittersweet reality that I brought home as a trophy while the event laughed at my incompetence as a cellist.

All my life I’ve been told that college was a place that I would meet some of my best friends and possibly my significant other. Although I have made a few friends and acquaintances, I have not been as social as I would have hoped. My experience during my first few months at college have not been as good as I would have hoped but not horrible either.

You managed to pick yourself up and move. You had lost your appetite and decided to go to bed early. The following weeks seemed to crawl by. It wasn't until you saw that fuzzy shape following you that time seemed to return to normal.

I reluctantly crawled out of my bed, incapable of staying any longer. The harsh sound of my exhalations filled the small space and I determinedly fought my way across the wooden floor.

she was. Once, everyone was awake and dressed at 8 o'clock we went over to the main lodge to find our friends Chris and Lynda Schatz, with their friend Tim Isbell already eating. It seems that it’s always a buffet here with the same thing as yesterday, but there was hash brown shredding's instead of squares, and I once again had cinnamon rolls, apple juice and bacon, excluding biscuits because they were just nasty. We ate our breakfast and chit chatted, but while we were doing that the weather turned nasty, and the wind was howling much more than it had yesterday.

Racing thoughts encircling in tangled ways always led me back to one question, “What difference would it make?” Throughout 3 years, I was never able to figure it out until my whole life shifted. However, I always believed in the simple fact that everything happens for a reason. Meaning that every decision I’d make was destined for me to get something out of it, either learning from my mistakes, bettering myself, or recognizing my bad habits.