Personal Narrative: It's Time

Finally, he arrived. As soon as he entered the building, he saw the “Out of Order” sign on the elevator. He raced up the stairs and made it into the room just in time.

“Thank goodness! The train leaves soon! We have to go now,” exclaimed Rudolph, happier than ever. Audria packed up her stuff and snuck out the bedroom window with

Skit tried to get up while his muscles were screaming in protest. “ Lay Down!” Hissed a familiar voice. “ Streak,” Skit said weakly, “ Is that you?” “ Yes,” replied Streak, “ but you need to lay down.

Jack and Carl wanted to look at the Christmas tree. It was outstandingly decorated. Jack wanted to touch the tree but Carl did not let him. So Carl let Jack make his own

Standing up, he laid the stack of mail he was reading on the table, reaching for his coat. Looking at his wife and said. “Martha, I am going to go down to the lab and have a talk with Sylvester.” “ Together we’ll try to figure out some way to overcome this weight problem.”

I remember waking up everyday to my brothers voice as if the sound of it was an alarm clock going off everyday when i heard it i knew the day was starting. We had something new to do everyday whether it be us being lazy all day and staying inside or go outside and be the young reckless boys we should be. With him there was never a dull moment it was always constant smiling and happiness throughout the years we grew closer had the same interests he was my best friend. We had our ups and downs as does everyone but we always found a way to come back together and make the situations right again. We as brothers went through alot together throughout our younger years from moving to another state, into new schools with new people. We both fit in fine

“Yes, I promise.” She broke into a sweat and her hand began to feel clammy against her bouncing knee. Her conscious begged her not fabricate any false myths to her young and gullible child. The legend of Santa Claus can be followed back hundreds of years by a priest named St. Nicholas. And since then, millions of children have been lied to about a “fat man that comes to one’s house to steal cookies and brings people presents.” Parents have argued that telling one’s children is not harmful at all. And they are just carrying a tradition that their parents have passed down to them. It is unbelievable that parents can have the audacity to look into their children’s eyes and tell them that Santa exists, thus from my perspective, parents should stop lying to their children.

“Are you excited for your first meet?” Jon says with curiosity and I can hear him breathing harshly because of practice. His body is not quite shaking but it wasn’t full of energy. This is because we were resting after running 200 meters as part of our training for track. We had little breaks in between our workouts.

On a recent outing to see a movie with my family I was struck by something no one else noticed. In the film, a well known actress portrays a successful New York business owner who flits from one high powered meeting to another, dines in expensive restaurants and even visits a local bar for a few shots with her employees. She’s seen at home with her husband and child, snuggling in bed; even throwing up into a streetside trashcan ~ all without any obvious hairstyle changes. Hmmm...with such a wide spectrum of commitments vying for her, wouldn’t she take the time to change her style, even a little? Pinned up? Curled? Flipped out or under? Some other style other than tucking her bangs within her mid-length straight hair.

The next few days Santa and the elves practiced tightening and relaxing their muscles time after time until everyone can find that place to relax in their mind. Starting each session with the breathing and stretching routines everyone is feeling better about themselves. Moving the objects around the room takes up most of the next day. Using the old horn hanging on the wall, they worked out a game of Sunbeam musical chairs.

I believe from past performances my voice has become accustomed to holding deep tone notes. My voice is comfortable hitting any low notes making it great for operatic pieces, pieces that require a strong voice to get an emotion across, or generally any theatric role that requires the large, stoic kind of character. Past instructors have also said I have a natural talent to sing along without getting caught up in the melody of other instruments. My understanding is that beginners tend to sing at the same tone as of the instruments in the accompaniment when they should be singing at a different key, but my previous teachers and peers have said they’ve never seen me have this issue. Hearing their praise made me happy, but I would like to expand my vocal range so I could hit higher notes perhaps fitting an alto or maybe a soprano and give them something even more

Sylvester stood leaning forward, with his hands on the rim of the concrete planter. His head hung low. He was sweating freely and he was breathing fast. “Chase,” he said, looking across at him.

All the professors were in the staffroom. “What are they wearing?” Ron said in a low whisper. “Lower your voice, we don’t want them to hear us.” “It doesn’t matter that can’t hear us over the noise they are making!” Ron said in a loud whisper, “anyways what are they wearing? They look like my mum’s sweaters!”

“When you get back,” Martha told them. "Your rooms are on the right at the top of the stairs."

Looking at the time clock, Betty said, “We better get to work, or we will need Santa to pay our bills.”