Personal Narrative: Lock-In

I am an introvert who values my personal space and alone time. However, I haven’t had much of either in the last few weeks. Since moving into my dorm at the University of Georgia, the last few weeks have been a rush. Every day has been a combination of classes, homework, running to stores, catching buses, and meeting friends. This isn’t a complaint. I love the freedom and figuring out how to handle more responsibility. I love being around other people and having friends that are always up for watching a movie I’ve yet to see or playing a match of Super Smash Bros. The first two weeks have rushed by and there hasn’t been a moment to just pause and take in everything that has happened so far.

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

Five months later David get a call from the hospital to tell him his results an he came back positive he drop the phone an cried he was in rage he put a hole in the wall at his house broke his television. He pray to god an ask him questions why me I haven't done nothing wrong but be good to her an make her life easy in this world. Then the test result for his child it was positive that it was his baby he was happy about that couldn't wait to see his health child of his Kelly calls him an ask forgiveness he tells her right now I can't talk to you disgust me at this time. But he told her the results for their child was his he ask why you put me through all of this only thing I wanted to do is to love you be

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

Just so you know, this is the Big Apple and I rule this town. New York City is filled with tall buildings, great culture, and historical sites. No other city has so much beauty that it takes your breath away; yet, there is a real danger that lurks on the streets. I should know because I am Detective Michael Morgan a United States Super Spy in charge of capturing dastardly villains who are set on destroying our world. Armed with mind-altering powers, Alex Higgins is on the top of the FBI’s list of the ten most wanted men in America. This thug is one of the greatest danger to our world and must be captured and jailed in the vault of death. There is no place safe for him to hide from the law and rumor has it, he is in my town. You break the law here in New York City, you pay the ultimate price: freedom.

I want to leave, I want to disappear. Not a vacation, but that spontaneous quick escape with no bothers, just an unrestricted trip to free the mind and enjoy the bits of silence. To go by car to see how the scenery around me changes as I kill the distance, while listening to my favorite music as loud as I can. Just shout out my lungs with my terrible singing. As the music plays, I will grab a book, which will get all my beliefs and views away. No matter what the book will be about. As long as it would get me away, away from here. There would be just me and the characters of the novel, who struggle, fight, and compete, while they face delight, pleasure, and glory. Every so often, I will stop at the cafes on the road to grab some food, which

When we arrived at the food drive, it was packed full of people, from old men to children, waiting for food and plenty of volunteers due to the upcoming holidays. As I entered I prepared to help however I could. I served food for hours to people and they all were very appreciative and spoke about this will be their only meal today. I continued to serve food to everyone then suddenly I saw a family approach, a girl who looked about my age came with her mom and little sister up to the serving area and I immediately took notice to them. I

I chose to break the norm of either smiling at strangers or giving them a neutral look when you make eye contact. I decided to give every stranger I passed a confused look like they had just spoken to me in another language. I must admit, this made me feel a bit goofy. I was on the fence as to whether or not to do this in the first place but I decided I just had to. The responses I received were quite comical. A few people asked if I was alright, and one person even asked if I had a problem with them.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

If I'm in...I'll be All-In. While I'll be the first of family and friends to attend the University of Colorado, Boulder and unsure of the challenges within the campus community, I know myself. I am at my best when I fully commit.

First impressions always matter when attending a new school. New schools are also a new start; as a result, it is always hard to try to see if you naturally fit in. Trying to fit in may be difficult may be hard for some kid, but fitting in never truly matters as long as you have the right friends. If you just stay unique instead of being worried about fitting in then you will fit in your own way.

What kind of life is one that is lived almost as if our contact has fallen out, and all you can see is a blurry picture? Our perspective is the blurry picture. We can see that we are blessed, but we do not see it clearly. Your memoir ,An Invisible Thread, opened my eyes to a perspective I had not ever seen before. The invisible thread that led you to Maurice inspired many, like myself, to introspect and realize just how privileged we truly are. We take what we have for granted and do not appreciate it. We live in a world where we can get anything with little work, but we forget how lucky we are to even have that. I know I do not appreciate the life I have half as much as I should.

Back in high school there was many groups, We had the jocks,emos,the drug addicts, and last but not least the car enthusiast. When I started high school most of my old friends in grammar school were in the car enthusiast group and I wanted to join them because I didn't know anybody else so I started talking to them again. So one day all of them were in a parking lot and I decided to say hello and hang out with them for a bit when I got there this other kid called juan walked up to me and said “what do you know about cars” and I said “a lot” but in reality i didn't know anything so I just laying of all of the car related stuff i did and they believed it so two months later i bought my first car and started to hang around

My plan for him is a timeout in his bedroom but he already knows what’s going to happen and mounts a counter attack biting me on the knuckle of my right middle finger. I drop him to the floor and let out an “OUCH!” He runs away to his hiding spot in the living room behind my so called command center. I look down and I see blood start to rise out of my newly acquired battle wound so I walk over to the sink turn on the hot water. I grab the blue bottle of Dawn squeeze some into my hands and rub/rinse several times. After about 15 minutes the blood finally quit running and then I headed to the bathroom off to my right for a band aid and some wipes. After I bandaged up my hand I went back into the dining room to grab my dishes and put them into