Personal Narrative: Kis-Ka-Dee

We wake up to the chirping of the birds and the annoying sound of our alarm clocks reminding us of the responsibilities that come about as the sun rises.After all the morning’s withdrawals, crankiness, and breakfast we make our way outside to face take care of our responsibilities and whatever else our days consist of. Very common routine,but most people don't stop to notice and at times adore the morning sky .There is no animal

Every morning, in the dark, a rooster crows outside and then the sun comes up; therefore, a rooster summons the sun to rise into the sky.

Do you have a bestfriend that feels just like a sister? My bestfriend is McKenah Kloes, her personality makes you smile everyday and we have the most crazy memories. Even know she loves to goof around she’s very intelligent.

The sun rises, bright and early I go, the sun and the sky are blending.

The sky's a mixture of pastel pinks, mangy yellows and vibrant oranges, all fighting for dominance over the early morning canvas.

Entry: Since hiking has been going on Ky and I have been getting closer to each other. I noticed one day he was making curvy shapes with his fingers in the dirt on the hill. I asked what he has doing and he said he was writing like people used to. People do not write anymore because they do not know how. All they know is how to type. Ever since that day Ky has been teaching me how to write. One that day I noticed when he was writing, he showed me how to write the letter C. At first I was not very good but I have been getting better, just not as well as Ky. About a week later Xander and I go on our first date with an Official monitoring our behavior. I wish the Official wouldn’t of gone because it would’ve given a chance for Xander and I to

I open my eyes as I turn my alarm off. I can smell the cold air, and see the yellow and orange rays of sun that come through the window remaining me of the beautiful day that awaits me and the opportunity of being able to live another day. I pull the curtain and look at the beautiful sky and the ecosystem that surrounds me, and how it interacts in complete harmony.

The last time I saw the sunrise was in Taney County, Missouri, 1950. I’ve been told stories from long ago. Stories before this land was consumed by hate, fear, and greed. The time was back before the white man came. A time when the red man was intertwined with his creator. The red man lived at one with his Mother, embracing her with careful hands. Never taking more from her than he required, or more than she could replace. Allowing the regeneration of her sacred grounds; she repaid him tenfold. He understood that the land can only replenish if he respected and nurtured her growth.

Everyone has an identity, and it is our identity which defines who we are and our place in society. Our identities help other people to draw conclusions about who we are, as well as, spotlight values and beliefs. Our identities have the power to positively or negatively affect how we live our lives, as well as, have the power to affect how we interact socially. Identities can be shaped and molded by the communities in which we live, the schools we attend, churches where we worship, the sports in which we participate, our race, gender, and physical features. Many of my friends, family, and acquaintances, describe my identity as being strongly influenced by my disability, my family values, and my fiercely independent nature. Prior to writing

I was not too surprised at my results. My highest scores were in conventional, social, and investigative. When it comes to a career, I am pretty conventional. I like things to be straightforward, organized, and by the book. Math is one of my strong suits and I know that as a conventional goes, careers revolving around math, spreadsheets, and organization fit that category. It isn't and ideal career for me, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Investigative was expected. I enjoy things that revolve around science and experimentation. This aspect of a career is where I see myself having a job in the future. The Kuder suggested careers like nursing, medicine, research, etc.

Pulling her knees to her chest, Karolina narrowed her eyes at the second sunrise of this strange planet. Sunrises were usually celebrated; they brought the promise of a new day, a do over. They promised warmth and growth, but now they only reminded her of what she couldn’t do.

In the second stanza I feel as though the speaker is praising and worshipping this “Aurora,” hence “Aurora hail” in the first line of the second stanza. The speaker then goes on to explain how “Aurora’s” wide extended rays (the sun) awake her. The speaker pays homage this way every morning and also touches base on a bird that is called a zephyr. The speaker states that this particular bird is playing a harmonious tune that she finds peaceful, calming and at ease with. The more I read this poem and think more deeply into it, I can only be amazed at the fact that Phillis Wheatley has written this. She truly expressed an immense amount of intellect and thought as well as painting a direct and symbolic picture of this particular poem.

start of a new life?’ I finally slept dreaming that there will be a new sunrise

Seeking adventures and rising free from care before the dawn helped me decide that I wanted to try this experiment out. I chose this to see what it was really like to experience the sunrise. I have watched it before with a group of friends but experiencing it alone was very different. I thought this was neat, because you had no idea what was in store for each morning. I sat in my tree stand for this for three different days; Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. The sun rose at three different times as well, aproxamlentialy a minute difference each day. All three days I was in the tree stand by seven forty and stopped watching around eight ten.

The day is clear and bright and overhead, and though the sun has just begun its daily praise, it is already starting to get warm.