Personal Narrative: Lauri Bruning

Lauren Rezac- My weekend did not really start off to exciting. Right after my Fast-Pitch game I was picked up by my dad in our 1962 jeep. When we got home we had supper and we all stayed up for a little bit and went to bed. On Saturday I had the house to myself, my dad was helping our neighbors while my mom and sister were in ST.Cloud.So When I was at home I was pretty bored so I did what most bored kids I know would do turn up the music and make a little mess, basically I made slime. When mom and Alexis came back my sister got a call from my dad to go help out so I went with her.I helped by steering the tractor when she got bored and she did the speed and stuff like that. On Sunday we gave mom her gifts then we got ready to trapshooting me

As a third and fourth grader, I participated in choir. I enjoyed it then but decided to stop so that I would have more time for homework. In the beginning of seventh grade, when it came time to decide if you want to join choir, Maria Abbulone and I chose to sign up. We thought it would be a fun experience because we enjoy singing, and we had done it in past years. As choir practices began, Maria and I thought that it would be a fun experience for the year, and we might decide to do it in eighth grade. As the choir kicked into full swing, everything was going well.

The next ski season arrived. Heidi was a bit nervous to get back on the hill. She hadn’t been on a ski hill since her accident. She took it slow at first, but as the day went on she went for the bigger and harder runs. After the day as over, Heidi had done the run she crashed on and beat her time by 15 seconds. She just wished that she wouldn't have to wait the four years until the next winter

Standing almost six feet tall, she walks down the looming white halls of the hospital, her lithe-framed body softly oscillating.. Wendi Briseno combs her thin fingers through her medium-length pale brown hair; a breath of warm air sweeps from between her lips. Lives are saved by the hour because of her, and the wellbeing of many is enhanced due to her imminent solicitude. As she thinks of her contribution to the vigor of many, a smile stretches across her face, and her shiny braces become evident. Lightly applied makeup is smudged as she gently prods at her ice blue eyes. A long hallway lay before her, and her eyes trail along this hallway. Eventually, they discover her destination: the break room.

“Always remember this, Brezina. Whenever we hunt for a target they need to be someone who deserves a transformation. Preferably someone who has done really bad things in their life so we can save them from themselves and the world.” I wipe the pouring rain from my eyes as she cooperatively responds, “Yes master, I fully understand you and willing to carry out your plan.” a total contrast to the woman who held a knife up to my neck a few weeks ago. I continue, “Good girl. People in the human world are not like us, they are different. They love their flaws and neglect positivity. Everyone and everything makes mistakes, but humans love making the same mistakes repeatedly never learning from them.” Brezina goes into deep thought. I continue to teach, “Not

Sister Mary tells me I was left here at the age of five. “It was Christmas Eve, of all the nights, and snow was swirling though the air like it was dancing.” She explained to me. “The snow covered the tops of cars and mailboxes and Christmas decorations lit up the streets.” The way she explained it, the story seemed joyful and happy, but I had a different point of view. The little I do remember of the night was that the car was somber, and my babysitter Kate was driving. I remember tears welling up in her eyes, but I never have blamed her, it wasn’t her fault my parents didn’t want me. It wasn’t her fault my parents thought my disability made me less of a person. I don’t remember most of the night, because although I was five

Summer 2014 was one to remember. I spent three weeks in Illinois with my cousin, Anna, who was two years younger than I at the time. Meaning I was 17 and she was just a mere 15 years old. Most people would think that since I’m older I would be the one to corrupt her and insist that we do wild and crazy things. However, it was quite the opposite.

My daughter Brielle, is four years old today, still influences me to better myself every day. Since the day she was born, she had suddenly made me realize it was time to grow up. I was like I had looked into the future and saw how much joy she was going to bring me. Now I work harder, less selfish, teach her right from wrong, more caring, and more responsible. I couldn’t imagine life without her now honestly. I think that if I never would have had her I would be somewhere back in the West Coast working all day and night, with no care in the world, only worried about myself and money. I wouldn’t be as driven as I am today. I wouldn’t want to achieve as much as I do today. The future is so important now because I have Brielle to think of first.

It was my third winter, and I and was wrapped up in snow gear worse then little Randy from ‘A Christmas Story’. I was finally allowed to go out and slide with the big boys, so of course my mom is not going to hold back, on putting as many layers on me as possible. After hours of waddling up and down the hill in my stiff snow suit. My mom calls out to us that we have one more slide down and then its time to go. To save time we decide to just slide down the driveway. So the boys: My brother Nick, and my cousin Malachi. Loaded me into my sled and start to count down for one big last push down. Three, Two, One.

Brizia is probably now one of my closest friends, but it wasn’t always that way. We met a couple of days before we started middle school; she was new and I was her first friend. At the beginning of our friendship, I let her take control of our relationship and she manipulated me. She was always popular and used that to her advantage. Because of the vast group of people that wanted to be friends with her, I strived to stay close to her and I would basically do anything that she asked of me. Because of her need of control we drifted apart until a couple of years ago. We have both grown and matured since then.

It was February and everybody on the school campus had been snow and iced in for two weeks. We had exhausted all our creativities to keep ourselves amused and finally a break in the weather and the roads had thaw out enough to drive on. It was Tuesday and coach told everybody on the ball team they could go home for the week; due to the states north of us had more ice and

As quickly as possible, I ripped open the present that lay in my hands. I couldn 't seem to open this marvelous thing fast enough! The cold, crisp, December air blew from the front door passing by, leaving a frigid feel to the house. It was my eleventh birthday in the year 1972, and there I held in my very own hands, my first pair of ice skates. White as the snow outside my door they were, and a glorious delight filled the air with the excitement over this special gift. I looked over and saw my Mom glaring at my Grandma. Why on earth would she be mad about such a thrilling present? It was such an obvious stare, that it almost seemed like my Mom wanted to demolish my skating career before it even started.

Both of my dogs loved playing in the snow. My sister and I went inside our fort and hung out, then my littlest dog decided to join us. My sister, my littlest dog and I all hung out in the fort and talked. Throughout the day we were taking little trips inside because it was so cold especially with us playing in the snow. When we did go outside after playing in our fort, we decided to make a snowman. You can not play in the snow without making a snowman. First we would grab a lot snow, put a lot of snow together to make the bottom, middle, and the top which is the head. After we do that we try to put a scarf around it. Then we added everything else that a snowman needs. When we got bored of that, we decided to have a snowball fight. We built a fort out of snow to protect us from the snow. It’s kind of like that SpongeBob episode where SpongeBob and Patrick have a snowball fight in front of their houses. After we have all that fun building forts, snowmen, and going sledding. We decided it was time to go inside for the night and warm up. My sister and I went inside and drank some more hot chocolate and put all of our stuff away. We tried to enjoy the rest of the night that we had

Beautiful, amazing, wonderful, kind, imaginative, smart, and intriguing are all adjectives I can use to describe my best friend, Claudia Marques. We met last year at the beginning of school, when I used to go to the public school in our area. At first we were wary of each other, mostly because we were competing with one another. Our competition was to be better than one another at volleyball. I was trying to achieve my teammates respect, and since Claudia was the best player, I thought if I were better, I might gain their respect. Throughout the season we talked a little bit, but never got necessarily close. I was always keeping her at arm's lengths. This was because I thought Claudia was always a tad bit strange. These first months of noticing

As my family and I pulled into my grandparent’s driveway, my eyes gazed upon the endless rows of cars parked on the frozen lawn. The familiar crunch of snow underneath tires echoed throughout the car as my father parked next to the other cars. Once the car door opened, the brisk, fresh air nipped at my nose. My siblings and I darted to the front porch of my grandparent’s house trying to escape the cold. With rosy cheeks and frozen hands, I stepped into the small yet cozy entryway. Endless conversations between the sea of people in the house erupted before me. Sitting on the rustic wooden bench, I tugged off my brown boots and added my coat to the heaping pile beside me. In the next five seconds, my younger cousin, Amber, greeted me by jumping on top of my back. I suppose a simple hello never crossed her mind. My cousin’s actions may be crazy, but this is similar to how my family functions. On that Christmas day, much like every other day, we were an outgoing, loud, and a highly energetic bunch.