Personal Narrative: Meaning In The Human Experience

I was incredibly excited. School was starting tomorrow. The first few days were just icebreakers, learning everyone’s names, blah blah blah. Then the real learning began. Of course, teachers started to write our lessons on the board. I started to notice a few changes in what I was seeing. The words they were writing were just...black lines! I didn’t pay much attention to it, I just asked my friends what the board said. As the year went on, it affected me more and more, especially in math. I saw a 2 as a 6, and and an A as an 8.

I quickly swallowed my homemade authentic Indian food leftovers and gulped down my chocolate milk. Looking down at my watch that read 11:28am, I knew that I only had two minutes until my most favorite part of the day: recess. This particular day in 5th grade, I had run a lap around the playground before getting the rest of recess to myself. As I started walking for my warmup, another student ran up and said, “My parents said that your people caused 9/11.” Completely caught off guard, I held back the tears in my eyes and tried to shake off his comment. I had never encountered something like this.

Any single human experience can only properly be judged by that human’s amount of dread or anticipation in it’s beginning or end.

I hereby tender my request for my listener account to be deleted, immutably. Not deactivated, not put on hold, not suspended. I am well aware of my options, and trust me when I say that it is only after careful consideration and painstaking deliberation, that I arrive at this conclusion. Long, dreary nights spent agonising over which one is the right one ; which is the best possible outcome, under these set of circumstances? At this juncture in my life, what do I have to do, what do I need to do, what should I do? So many options, so many variables, so much room for error … a careless oversight, a lapse in judgement, a fatal miscalculation … that is all it would take to spell disaster. I would never forgive myself.

Do you ever recall wanting to be an astronaut, a celebrity, or even a clown? These are some examples of what young children are thinking of accomplishing as career options. Being nonsensical is not the way to do, being realistic by far is the smartest thing to do.

What if you can only pick a movie, book, or tv show that would not be destroyed.? we would love to save all differents kind of movies, books, and tv shows, but you can only pick one! I would pick the tv show spongebob, the divergent book and movie, and diners drive-ins, and dives .

someone. One of the hardest responsibilities I've ever had to take on, was when I had to babysit, Brennan, my little brother. I thought I would not do a good job, but I knew it was something I had to learn how to do. Also, when I babysat my brother, I felt that it would help my parents if I knew how to take care of him. Although I was very nervous, I told my parents that I would babysit my little brother. Something that I didn't know, was that I was learning a lot about taking responsibility for things in life. It was a very interesting learning experience for me.

“What can I do for you?” My first words to a camper at the start of the Head Royce Summer Program, my tone warm with a tad of anxiety. “Are you Cereal?” The camper wondered. Remaining unflustered, I responded formally. “Yes, that’s my nickname and I’ll be your counselor. What’s your name?” Like other counselors, I was to stay courteous and help the 2nd grade teacher whenever needed. Above all, it was my responsibility to ensure the campers in the 2nd grade class I was assigned to were enjoying their learning experience. “I’m Miles. Why is that your name?” he said curiously. WIth a grin at his response, I replied, “Well, I eat cereal almost everyday and I love it.” Miles laughed at my answer and informed me that he eats bacon a lot in the mornings.

Reading over your discussion post I have to say I agree with you 100%. Especially when you stated “just because they saw “black” people does not necessarily mean they were from Africa”. My reasoning for agreeing with this statement is because people come in many different shades of colors what made him so sure that they were African? Like I mention in my initial post I believe that his whole theory was based off of assumption. I think if he would’ve had more concrete information it would be more than just a theory.

It almost seems as though it were yesterday when I would shut off the lights, slam the door, ferociously hop on my bed, and read my favorite book until my eyelids simply couldn't handle their own weight. Of course my parents would make a routine check in my room to tell me goodnight so I had to read with great caution, for if my mom were to catch me reading after bedtime, there would certainly be consequences. Though through my little and inexperienced mind, I believed this risk was well worth it, because this turned out to be the first chapter book I had enjoyed from beginning to end: Among the Hidden.

The year is 2015. The world is 4.6 billion years old, and humans have been around for 200,000 years (Dalrymple). It has taken this long for the acceptance of L.G.B.T. people to be a common belief. When a baby is first formed, their DNA is unique compared to anybody else in this earth; therefore, humans know each person is different. Yet, we find it acceptable to discriminate a human based on the spouse they go home to at the end of the night. For centuries, people have had to experience the things they love the most being taken away from them. When a person loses something they love, the only joy left to experience is from memories. But, what if our society controlled that too? We would become human robots. Not capable of emotion, sympathy, or anything really. That’s why if I had to choose one thing to fight for I’d choose love.

Ten years from now I see myself being healthy, wealthy, and wise. Wealthy though is in the sense that I am financially stable and I am happy. One doesn’t need to be rich to be wealthy. Ten years from now I will be 28 years old, and I think that is a considerable amount of time to try and guess what sort of situations and decisions I will have had to make. However it will be safe to assume that I will have tried to figure out how I am going to pay for college. The most expensive thing in my life right now. I’m definitely renting an apartment or a house. I would like to be married to a nice husband sometime in my late twenties or early thirties. However that is actually not my prime directive in life. Therefore any plans

Why haven’t I thought of this beforehand? If humans don’t have don’t have enough time in the world, why do they spend it doing the same thing everyday? If their time is limited on this world, why not go and do something different with it? I can’t speak for myself though, since that’s literally what my neighbors and I do each cycle. But that’s all we really can do, and that’s all  we know. I often wonder what it’s like to be a human. They have so much more freedom than we do, yet it seems like they aren’t happy with their lives regardless of all that freedom. Us plants flourish and grow as a community, then die when it becomes colder near the end of our cycle, but we always come back regardless.

The ability to put our lives in context of meaning enables us to establish priorities and make choices that will impact our lives on Earth. It is our choice to help, to love, to learn or to leave things undone. It is our choice to prove who we can become. We choose the impact that we will leave on this Earth.

Coming back from India has led me to remember when I first immigrated to the United States.