Personal Narrative: Life In Context Of Meaning

High school, for many, is commonly termed as “the greatest four years of your life.” It is stopping for coffee with your friends while listening to your favorite songs on the way to school in the morning. It is staring at the clock waiting for the bell to ring to finally go to your favorite class of the day. It is staying after a long day of class for meetings, clubs, or sports, or it is spending Friday nights with your best friends performing under the football field lights. High school can be many different experiences for different people, but most importantly, for me, it was learning essential values of life while shaping me into the person that I am today.

High school is such a different experience for everyone. We all take different paths and learn new things everyday. We learn trigonometry, how to fix cars, how to dissect a frog, and different laws in the world. The things we learn in class are very important, but along the way of expanding our educations, one will tend to learn a lot about themselves and others. For me, I feel that my high school experience was not ideal and I constantly complain about the outcome. Looking back in grade eight, I had a different plan for me. It took me up until this year to realize that although my experience was not something worth bragging about, I've learned a lot about who I am. I've learned to take chances, be patient, and

When I start to write a story, I try to reach into a particular topic, scene, or emotion and delve deeper to expand my understanding and its meaning in the human experience. I write not only to make sense of the world, but also to make sense of how others interpret what is written to their reality. I was drawn to creating stories when I was placed in an unfamiliar environment in the Solomon Islands. I made sense of and learned about my surroundings through crafting sentences; going from stressed and racy to calm and in control. Upon my return to America, I searched for ways to learn more about the craft, which I found through fiction workshops at Columbia University during my post-bac program and in my hometown of Austin, Texas. My interest

I am so humbled to have been a part of such a huge production and event this past weekend in West Palm Beach, FL. I Co Produced the first ever A Concert for Humanity benefit concert, benefiting the amazing charity Wells of Life. Did you know? every 21 seconds a child dies from drinking contaminated water. The Incredible team and I put together a concert to bring awareness to this and I have to say, we kicked ass. We got the Grammy Nominated NEEDTOBREATHE to fly out and put on the concert of a lifetime. 5 (short) weeks of hard work, planning, studying and preparing we were able to bring it all together. There were many highlights of my weekend, talking with the creators of Wells Of Life, meeting to many selfless people, hanging with the band,

I neck almost snaps based on how quickly I turn my head, “What the hell did you just say to me?!”

One dark, gloomy morning, in the fall of 2016, I faced a situation that I had always feared. Since we lived in Newhope, Arkansas, I thought nothing inadequate could ever happen there. In this particular occurrence, I was completely terrified out of my wits.

High school changes people. You've heard it before, most likely from the oh-so-wise college kids only a year or two removed from it, or maybe even from your old man. Quite possibly, even followed by seemingly far-fetched stories that just don't add up, but are juicy enough to keep you engaged. Unfortunately, this is not one of those stories. Every once in awhile, you get to watch a story unfold in front of you, and is one of the most enlightening feelings when you realize that you're the main character. Everyone has a unique story that applies to them. High school changed me in regards to my outlook on life, as well as my work ethic, and I'm positive that a few slight changes to any struggling student in high school can work wonders beyond

I'm a senior at beatrice high school i'm in welding two and woods two and building construction i'm in advanced conditioning to help better myself physically. I hope to join the military or go into the field of construction .I like fishing and hunting. I moved around a lot when I was little I lived in Beatrice and Pickrell and Blue springs and back to Beatrice.

“Which way is it?” My desperate question receives a few muttered answers, but my brain lacks the ability to acknowledge them, as my fever prevents me from thinking clearly. The daylight wanes as each precious second passes by, making my hope of survival slowly diminish.

At the beginning of second semester during my sophomore year, Eva approached me about some lyrics she had written. “I wrote a lot over break,” she said, shoving her hands in the pockets of her jeans and looking down at her SHOE. “I know you’re a music person, do you think we could work on this sometime?” We had met in art class earlier that year, where we quickly learned that we had more in common than we had initially thought. A friend of a friend, we ended up at the same table and spent every day bonding over the frustrations of sculpture and, more importantly, our similar tastes in music. Immediately intrigued and ecstatic at the thought of working with someone on music, I agreed.

High school is a place where you let go of the past and shape your future. Everything was so foreign to me during the first couple years of high school. Coming from middle school where everything was so easy and all my classes were chosen for me, it was really hard stepping up to the plate and set goals for my life. When I started high school, I was like the “new” boy on the block. It is like Drake’s new album, “More Life,” coming out to the world. However, unlike Drake, I was not popular at all. I wanted to set my priorities straight as soon as possible because I knew it was important in order to have the best education possible before college.

A meaningful event I experienced was quite recent, it was the time I volunteered around my community to help innocent people who had lost their families, homes, and precious belongings due to Hurricane Matthew. My sister and I went around our community for a few days to support people by supplying them different kinds of things like food, water, clothes, and everyday essentials. The experience had turned out to be so much more than I had ever imagined. I have always wanted to help people as much as I could when they were going through difficult times, but I never imagined that my help by donating supplies would make such a big impact on them. The adults and children were so happy and grateful for the items we donated, and I was happy to see

I was born in the North Eastern United States during the latter half of the 1970’s. The product of loving, if unadventurous, parents. The surroundings of my home were a place of great enjoyment as a child, and by my fourth or fifth year of life, no place along the street of my home was off limits. The early eighties were quite different from today, and it was very common for the children that lived all along my subdivision to roam the outdoors at all hours. During this time, exploring and at play, I felt truly alive. Every experience was new: the smell of freshly cut grass, the sound a basketball made during a game of “hoops”, car rides in my

There comes a time in every adolescent 's life in which reality begins to strike them. From an adults perspective this early stage is viewed simply as immaturity. Starting high school was a big change in my life and was a step in the direction of young adulthood.As individuals around me attempted to navigate down that similar path I gained a crisp taste of my identity. All of a sudden what was once a long distance future evolved into the near future as high school years passed and a test of my character was close at hand. I had to start thinking about college, my future, and who I really wanted to be. When a reality check was brought upon me I began realizing that I am the only one that can determine my future, and that numerous factors in my control will be responsible for how my goals and ambitions are pursued. In addition to that, the choices that I choose to make in the next few years will determine how my life plays out. Slowly but surely I began realizing I also began realizing that the people around me won 't always have the same intelligence, ambitions, and goals that I do but, choosing to use that as a driving force towards success is the only option I seem to have left.

The job training location was a great opportunity to interact and learn about being productive in the workforce. It also was good opportunity to meet girls and guys from all over the city. We got paid biweekly for attending 4-6 hours’ classes in the afternoon 4 or 5 days a week.