Personal Narrative: Memorial Debate Hall

Threads to Which I belong is a book that captivated my soul. As I read through the pages of history, I found myself traveling back in time. Invisible I stood in Mississippi watching a family’s history unfold. As I turned the pages, my emotions changed constantly. I experienced emotions of anger, disgust, sorrow, and happiness. The author has written an outstanding piece of work that forces you to consider researching your own family history.

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

The end of an era is now upon many current and former West Virginia University students. After the 2017 spring semester there will be no more clanking of the heating system, no more puke in showers, no more shattered windows in the breeze way and ultimately no more Arnold Hall.

Through her experience of starting off as a literature major, interning at a public radio station, and then on Capitol Hill after someone in one of her classes suggested it, Ms. Karen discovered that these were an interest to her and she ended up realizing what she wanted to do. In Capitol Hill, there is a lot of communication and she was exposed to a lot of different people and issues. She was also interested in causes and helping people. This taught me to take everything in my life as something that is potentially valuable. That I’ll never know what opportunities will come to me if I don’t open myself up to new experiences. I’m going to try to join another club next year if my schedule permits, or I might become a less active member

A subject that inspires me U.S History. I have always wanted to learn more about our country. I have never been the best at math or science, but whenever I go to my history class I was always eager to learn more. I would always show up early to class and read the chapter we were learning about and ask questions to the teacher.

We’re going to visit Washington D.C since my aunt and uncle moved there for their jobs last summer. We have to go on a plane and i’m so excited! I can’t stop thinking about all of the monuments and memorials i’ll see there. This is probably going to be the best 2 weeks of my life! I hope I have a great time.

I sit in the backseat of my parent’s car with my Sister. Behind us is my best friend Kayson with his Mom, Dad and Sister. We are going to New York to stay at a campground and go to the baseball hall of fame. The car ride feels like forever but it's probably because I’m so excited. When we get to the campground we unload our stuff and Kayson and I ride our bikes around. I have to do something to occupy myself because I am so anxious to get to the Hall of Fame. Finally it is time to go. We leave the campground and head to Cooperstown where the Hall of Fame is. We pull up in front of a gigantic red brick building. Kayson and I jump out of the car and run up the steps our parents aren’t far behind. Inside it is magnificent. The walls are lined

On the first night of my Lincoln-Douglas Debate summer camp, our lab leader lead us in a drill that would teach us how to get concessions out of our opponents during a cross examination period, I was coincidentally paired with my seemingly boring roommate. As soon as we drew our highly controversial political topic of discussion, she was told to defend the more progressive stance and I was to side with the more conservative opinion. Being someone who has lived in Texas her whole life, this task came naturally. We had a fruitful debate in which we both learned something about the other side, but we thought little of it because it was all just part of a drill. Later that night while talking, we realized that the positions we had been told to take on the issue happened

Many students my age have their shorter, easier to attain goals planned out for the not-so-distant future, whether it be to graduate college or to just get through high school. I am no different; however, some may say that my ambitions are further reaching into my future. My ultimate goal is to become a midshipman at the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland and, then, to serve my country as a member of the largest navy in the world. I took the first step to my dream this summer as I attended NASS, or the Naval Academy Summer Seminar. On May 30, My father and I left for the academy, where I would be spending a week living, working, and learning about all the academy was about and how to get in. Upon stepping out of the car, the

I have been a leading member of several clubs and teams throughout high school. At my previous high school, Casady, I was a leading member of the Multicultural Club. I presented the festivals and traditions of several cultures to my entire high school bimonthly, and organized bake sales and activities with the goal of increasing cultural awareness. I was also an avid debater at Casady, where debate was an offered class. However, policy debate was the only style of debate that students could learn about. In my freshman year, I was a policy debater, and I did very well in state competitions and at national tournaments, but I enjoyed the philosophical arguments much more than the political ones found commonly in policy debates. Therefore, I started a Lincoln-Douglas Debate team, which focused on philosophy throughout the eras. I

“How long has it been since I’ve felt like this?” I wondered as I walked along the greenish-gray pond. My back baked in the radiating light of the sun while I pondered on about the life I lived leading up to this serene moment.There was a hectic crowded rummaging about, everyone filled with astonishment, boredom, irritation, and exhaustion. Despite all of this everything was in a calm silence. Hordes of people, but I still felt alone.

A true friend is someone who is always by your side and appreciates who you really are. I am Liesel Memminger and I was fortunate enough to have Rudy Stiener as my best friend. He was kind and compassionate yet a Saukerl at the same time, a mixture only Rudy could accomplish, and I am here to share my personal experiences with him.

I didn't sleep the next night, for something was missing, something that I have longed for ever since I killed the old man, I know it wasn't the fact that I missed him, but it might have been the adrenaline that I experienced as I killed him, and even after, when I was dismembering his limbs. Was that it? It must have been. I fear that insanity is advancing upon me. I must satisfy my craving for the kill. But with who? It must be someone who won't ever possibly be remembered. Course in this part of town just the littlest thing, like Mrs. Jones breaking her one of a kind Russian doll, will be observed with much care. If I choose to purge upon this town I must work surreptitiously. And that's what I will do.

“ OH MY GOODNESS , My Video Just hit one million views ! “ , I shouted to my mom downstairs as I frantically refresh the page to make sure I’m not dreaming . “one million and one “ .. “ one million and two” .. “This is not a dream” I whisper to myself in awe. “What’s the big fuss?” she says lethargically coming up the stairs ; “Im trying to listen to Cardi B’s New Album ! “ . “Big fuss?, Cardi B? ; What has the world come to? “, I sarcastically ask. “MOM , My “Advocacy” video just went viral , there are still good people in this world , We are Not Doomed !” . Still no response. She confusingly asks me, “What is Advocacy ; when you don’t have sex ?”. “Excuse Me ?” I say with a look of major concern. Just Watch this Video. “Clicks Play Button”.

Gap 1 stage, thirty hours until the Great Divide, eighteen hours until Synthesis. “Okay people,