Personal Narrative: My Bar Routine

Why had these thoughts embedded in me? I don’t know, but it about 45 minutes passed when I crossed Yonge Street. A couple of blocks ahead, to my right, I found “The Fox and Firkin Pub” and walked in. Just as in the dream, I sat down at the bar and asked for a pint of Buzz Amber Lager, but the one who attended me was a 2bot, as it had become common in most establishments and stable businesses. The 2bot was supposed to resemble a young affable and blonde young woman, but like all 2bots, I felt somewhat in a new frontier. Anyway, the 2bot did managed to be friendly with me—uncannily told me, “the night seems enormously white and blue,” and like everyone in the establishment and the crowded streets of Toronto I let myself be carried by normality,

He knew it was going to be a no excuses to lose to weather and it was going to be a good day for fans to watch football tonight. He had met with Kyle Cannon who was the quarterback for the team and a running back on the team named Dion Gordon;

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

“It’s a go,” she told me while she vibrantly danced into the kitchen to make her famous Special-K bars. I wondered to myself how she could be so selfless, especially after working a 12-hour shift. I followed her into the kitchen and helped her toss the ingredients together. After a little more dancing and singing, the bars were completed to perfection. Before she could even cover the bars with a lid, the rest of the family came trotting in, and before we knew it, the bars disappeared. I call this famous Special-K bar baker my grandma (sometimes Grams), and she is truly the most astounding and selfless woman I have ever met. Her compassionate heart was prominent throughout the duration of her life.

I personally found trying to find a single “Social Norm” to break challenging so I chose to do two instead. The first was to end my phone calls with I love you, and to talk to a stranger in the bathroom stall next to my own. Which is how I confessed my undying love to a coworker. Working at a casino, employees have to call surveillance for anytime they move around with money or have to be escorted to the vault. I’m a pretty lively person but going into work, I started to get this bashful nature about myself especially the closer it came to performing both of the social norms I gave myself to break.

It is a somewhat unspoken agreement that people all have, and breaking this agreement is frowned upon. The bathroom is a very unsocial place. You go do your business and then leave, it is very simple. The social norm that I broke was talking to someone in the stall next to me, and continuing to have a conversation even when it was clear they did not want to have one.

After countless games and competitions, I still could not escape the fear that came with performing. I realized that my fear was irrational because I had done the work flawlessly so many times before arriving at the competition. My fear was fake and wanted me to fail. After screwing up the first 16 counts of the show, I recovered. However, I was on edge the rest of the show. Of course after the show, my instructor was disappointed and gave me a scalding, but that memory of what it was like to be frozen in front of the entire stadium haunted me. I had two more competitions left in the season, and I was determined not to screw them up. Two weeks had passed, and I found myself in the same position. Walking towards the 50, heart racing, fear building. The only thing that changed was that I was determined to conquer my

It was a cool November day, in the middle of Afghanistan. As a medic, I was sitting outside my make shift aid station with one of my buddies sharing stories about home. We hear a loud explosion right outside of the wire. I looked up and could see the cloud of smoke billowing up from about two hundred meters away. Not knowing how bad the situation was, I grabbed a few of my soldiers, our translator and my aid bag and ran straight to the smoke. When we got there, a group of civilians were huddled around a group of people who were yelling, screaming and crying. The translator found out that a group of three men and three children were walking around a field when one of the children stepped on a mine. One of my soldiers grabbed the mine

Once one night I had to work the night shift at Taco Bell. Other people who had worked there before me said that if you listened closely you could hear a soft banging noise on the walls. Some people ran for their lives other people never walked out of that Taco Bell and the police never found them. I feared nothing and those were all just myths anyways. Later I realized I was very very wrong.

As I took those few daunting steps from the elevator doors to through the white frosted doors of the Ear, Throat, Nose Surgical Ward, I thought to myself It’s time to grow up Emma! I remember stepping into a room about the size of a small classroom and going straight into a gross brownish-puke lumpy chair and sitting down on my everso shaking hands to conceal from both my mom and dad who stood up at the big front desk talking to middle age woman sitting behind it. I was only able to see the top half of her face, which reminded me of Wilson from Home Improvement. When they were done my parents came to sit down with me. My mom on my right and my dad next to her. After what felt like hours of waiting...and waiting...and waiting, a middle aged

I opened my eyes and looked up to see the bars above me and the suffocating smell of chalk filled my lungs as all eyes peered down at me. I was 8 and being in a situation as extreme as this without your parents is pretty difficult. I was at gymnastics camp in Pennsylvania 4 hours away from my parents. I had no phone and no way of contacting them except through letters. This was my second year at the camp and I loved it. I was on bars trying a squat on jump to high bar which I had previously done by myself. I fell in a funny way and landed on my arm so perfectly that it broke. A complete piece of my elbow broke off. I was rushed to the hospital.

I am a competitive cheerleader I am a girl who gets into a tight uniform and skirt with a ton of makeup on so I can walk out on a mat and impress the judges while we listen to the crowd scream and cheer. Right now I am at my competition. We are on next. My team and I stand behind the curtain ready to go. The nerves are building up. So many things are running through my head. As soon as your feet touch the mat the judges are watching you and you can't make a mistake. When the music to our routine started everyone was ready to go. Our first stunt came we were so scared that it would fall, but we hit our stunt and the crowd cheered. Next up was tumbling. We all tumbled strong and powerful.

Carl, Derek, Adam and I plan on having some leaving drinks this Friday so as it’s been a pleasure working with all of you which I’m sure you all will say the same about me without a doubt and you fancy a drink in my name after work then you’re more than welcome to come along to provide a real legends exit, also applies to anyone I didn’t include

I can be cool if you do not drink. Once I was at a wedding with my brother and his friends, and there was alcohol there. All of them told me to drink, but I would not do it. As the wedding went on, and people kept nagging me. When I was about to give in, I saw a guy that I knew, and he had a lot to drink. He was about to drive home, but then I went up to him told him "you have had to much to drink." He said back to me "then how will I get home?" I told him "I will drive you home." After I got back to the wedding, everyone asked me "where did you go?" I told them where I went and what I did. Then they all realized that not drinking can be a good

Welcome to the Brad Essex report here what i'm looking at this week. This week we are taking a break from politic. Andrew Breitbart once said politic is downstream from pop culture. So I'm going to tell you about my trip to the Eureka Heights Brewery.