Personal Narrative: Maribel's Short-Term Memory

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

The second day of my practice I felt that I had made some progress towards my goals of improving my time management and getting my documenting done earlier and providing relevant healing initiatives for my client.

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.

On February 27th, a plane heading to San Jose with five people on it suddenly crashed in southern California. The two houses it landed on immediately erupted into flames because of the jet fuel. Luckily, no one was in those houses, however three out of the five were killed on the plane, while the survivors just had injuries. The people on the plane had consisted of a husband, wife and three teenagers going home from a cheerleading competition at Disneyland Adventure Park. The competition is suspected to be the Jr. USA Nationals, but unfortunately will not be a celebration to them anymore. The names of the people have not been released at this moment. Many bystanders of the crash have taken to social media to share the horror of what has happened. Undoubtedly, the passengers will never be the same again.

“Thank you. It scares me to think I might be going to jail. I can’t be in there with those dirty people,” Louise said, hugging herself ready to cry.

I cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with

I’ve learned many things in my English II class here at Infinity ECHS, an example of

Writing about myself is hard because I think too fast that my ideas are never in any kind of order let alone grammatically in order I can’t spell nor write as fast as I think, but what I can is so much more I can speak to you about anything I know and if I don’t know it becomes my goal to learn it and that is what thrives me in my career goals. I have a plan and then I have dreams; my plan is a more realistic version of my dreams and that is to become a research molecular biologist but my plan is to start school maybe finish after a masters be a teacher for a couple of years and then quit to get a PhD the real difference between these two thought processes is that I follow my dream and give flame fire and love to my

I cannot recall an instance in which Ely has not been by my side. The baby blue plush elephant takes me back to sketching masterpieces on the stark white kitchen walls using my 64 pack of Crayola crayons with a sharpener. She represented innocence in its entirety; I was her troublemaking best friend. My bright blue eyes mirrored her powder blue skin perfectly, and her yellow pajamas echoed my unruly golden mane of curls. Her design was based upon the drawings of the Beatles' John Lennon. Coincidentally, I've developed a passion for music and art as a form of self expression. We were an impeccable match.

I have a niece named Bella who is ten months old, and watching her is amazing. She’s funny and intuitive and is really good at conveying what she needs. When I think about her cognitive development I am impressed because she doesn’t have a lot of opportunities for stimulation and the sorts of things I know my parents provided for my development. My sister and her boyfriend and barely scraping by and are constantly busy with other things, but Bella seems like she’s doing so well. I wonder if she would be a good candidate for a nature verses nurture debate… her parents both seem quiet smart so perhaps her genes play into her abilities as much as her drab surroundings. Bella, or as my sister calls Opossum because of her pretending to be asleep

The world is a very interesting place. You see a little over two weeks ago I was just your normal everyday narcissistic self centered teenager. Now however, now I was in a train heading to Las Vegas after two weeks of being chased by the American intelligence services and fleeing from the federal bureau of investigation. Now you may be wondering “what in the merciful stars did you do” and the truth is of the matter is I did nothing. So why where the CIA and FBI after me, well I was at the wrong place at the wrong time and now that the little “mishap” was all settled I was being shipped off to a random location that they had selected. A part of me was beyond indignant that after running for my life for two weeks I was merely being sent off

It was such a thrill to welcome Molly and her mom into my newborn photographer studio for her one-year, cake smash portraits. While I love the brand-new babies that come into the studio, there's a special place in my heart for the 1 year sessions.

Every day when I wake up, I always think about how I could make my life better. My family pays for many different products and services and sometimes we are upset as we are paying for services and products that we do not get the full benefit. For several Amazon products I have ordered from third-party sellers, the product does not arrive in the condition described and I become agitated. Once I become frustrated, I endure lengthy chat sessions with Amazon representatives and file claims to get compensated. Furthermore, my family and I utilize the Sprint network on all of our iPhones, but the networks sometimes can be insufficient. For a few years, I have engaged in extensive long phone calls with Sprint, and Sprint has awarded

Although storytelling, narrative memory, and autobiographical/narrative identity appear in nearly every human community, (and though no exceptions come to mind, I use the word “nearly” to leave open the possibility), the narrative patterns and focus of the remembered event vary from culture to culture and from person to person within each culture. Individual variation, particularly in the complexity of life stories and the variety of plot types employed may be linked to Loevinger’s concept of ego development (Loevinger 1976). According to McAdams (McAdams 2003), Loevinger discovered that people with greater ego development applied more nuanced explanations to assign meaning to their experiences while those with lower levels of ego development