Personal Narrative: My Doodle

It hurts him. Watching her stare at the back of some guy’s head. She is deep in thought. He assumes she is spinning some detailed web about the imminent, romantic first date with the back of the guy’s head. He shifts his attention to the doodle he’s been cultivating all of lecture. As he focuses on the sketch of a skull decorating the corner of his notebook, he hears some girls chuckling a few seats down from him. At what, he is not sure. Fucking troglodytes. He feels the weight of the pencil lay in the crook of his hand as he begins to darken the eye sockets of the skull. His pencil is gliding around and around making the depth of the socket stand out. He leaned back in his seat as a look of satisfaction creeps over his face. Now what was

As an individual who’s been drawing and painting since before she could even hold a pen – apparently, I used to spill my grandma’s tea and make shapes with it – art has always been my favorite pastime. It’s tranquil and relaxing, and mixing paints is the most satisfying experience. Thus, it’s no wonder that the activity that I’m most invested in is art.

The more you draw the more you understand the world around you. Drawing an object from life forces you to

Invalid, different, clingy, a disappointment, and a burden; all words I had used to describe Doodle. He was just about the craziest brother a boy ever had. He was born when I was only six years old, and I had thought of him as a disappointment. Everybody, except my Aunt Nicey, had thought that he was going to die. Nobody had faith in his survival. As a baby, he would just lie on the rubber sheet in the center of his bed, and he was never “all there.” Although many doubted his survival, he lived. As time went by, he would grow, gain intelligence, and conquer obstacles. He finally began to move once he was two, and then eventually crawling, even if he did crawl backwards like the Doodlebug he was.

The beginning of life has always been unknown to the modern human. No one with even the basic forms of communication was able to pass on the story of life. So it was only natural for William Tacheon or Will, and everyone else to believe that The Grid was the universe. Oblivious to the fact that they were only a speck in the Universe. Long ago, a nameless human immigrated to a deserted planet. This very human developed a system in which families would live within their confined spaces with sky-high glass borders and rare exits in a grid format until they turned 18. Known as X, the human believed it was a system that prevented fighting over simple things like on the war-torn Earth. But under the rule of X, nothing was done without the minions of X or X themselves.

tudying,reading and drawing. Once I hit the 9th grade I became interested in basketball and football and began to aspire to play for the school. By increasing my activity slightly I lost a little weight and I started to develop muscle mass. My junior year I ended up making the varsity basketball team, but due to my horrible attitude the coach and I never saw eye to eye. My athletic career was cut short, I was devastated! I stopped being active and i slowly put weight back on creeping from 165 lbs to a sloppy 215 lbs. By this time I met a young lady who genuinely had an interest in me but also had a wondering eye. Whenever we would go out on dates she made sure that I knew about every man in the room who she found more attractive than me, she

I’m on the verge of calling her an asshole, but quickly change my mind. Instead I say, “Whitney, my life isn’t in a downward spiral and as for tarnishing the family name that’s absurd. Since I recall, two horse thieves, four drug smugglers, six prostitutes and hordes of corrupt politicians hang from your family tree. Honestly; no one will notice a college dropout perched on one of its branches. More to the point, this decision came about because the sight of a white canvas and a paint brush in my hand induces unbelievable boredom; furthermore, I’ve accepted an offer put forth by Tommy Apple, an iconic tattoo artist and owner of the multinational corporation, Ink It

My doodle did not listen to me at all and then I lost him and I couldn't think because I haven't eaten. a few minintes later the bell ring and lunch time was over but I had to miss class because I had to find my doodle. I search in the lockers, outside, the bathrooms, and then I went to the cafeteria and I saw an apple on a basket so I ate the apple and then I saw my doodle. I ran as fast as I can but he was going really fast like the flash and he went outside it was really out side I felt like I was going to melt like an ice cube. Suddenly I found some roller skates so I put them on and it was embarrsing because the rollerskates were pink and had hearts on them but I had to use them so that I can catch up my doodle. He kept on going faster and faster that he went on the middle of the streets so I did the same thing.

My greatest skill is drawing. I’ve developed this skill by drawing when I have time and look some drawings from the internet to get inspired. I’ve demonstrated this skill by showing it to my family or posting it on the internet. I’ve always liked drawing since I was a kid because I always imagine things and I want to remember it. I used to draw Spongebob’s snail, Gary, a lot because I’ve seen a tutorial on how to draw Gary. And it inspired me, so I did it, and the outcome didn’t turn what I expect it to be. So, I tried it over and over again until I perfected it. Then, I tried drawing something else like cartoon characters, a person, etc. Until I get a hang of it, but I can’t do it without an image to copy from. As the time goes by, I am now

For many years children scribble. They scribble on walls, on paper, and even on furniture! As a child, I was different. My drawings actually look like something, ssimply because of the fact that I took art seriously and found it fun to create what I wanted with a stick stuffed with a rock inside it. Though I did try, my drawings still seemed semi-scribble like. I don’t know what come over me, but one day it was rather gloomy outside, and was a three foot tall sheet of snow draped over my complex. I was bored, and because I got cold really quickly back then I wasn’t allowed to go outside. So I decided to draw something. I didn’t know what to draw, but I my gut was telling me draw something with true effort, and not a bunch of scribbles that looked like a dog’s barf that a person had barfed on.

One would like to believe that gender doesn't affect your employment prospects, right? My husband came down on orders to bring us to Benning, it was time to update ye old resume. As a CNC machinist with seven years’ experience, working in both a proprietary production shop as well as a diverse job shop, I'm qualified to set up, tear down, perform program edits and run a variety of equipment. There is, however, one large disadvantage working against me in finding employment here in the lovely state of Georgia; I'm a woman. This is an apparent deal breaker for the shops that I've applied at thus far. It's evident to me, as everything goes very smooth in the application and pre-interview process, until they find out that the "S" in "S. McPherson" stands for Stephani. The joys of being a woman in a man’s world.

To start off, I would like to state that I had great difficulty with this assignment. This may have been because of my unorthodox method of writing, which could use much improvement. Whenever I start an assignment, I typically write down a series of unconnected ideas, words, and sentences about the topic as they come to me. Afterwards, I organize these ideas into complete sentences, then paragraphs, then drafts. I realize this was why the first drafts of the summary lacked cohesion. My rough draft turned out to be 1100+ words, and did not convey wallace’s message in the proper way.

I met Josh on my first day of high school. I walked into my Intro to Graphic Design class and noticed a boy smiling at a nearby table. I thought he looked cute, so I sat with him. I don’t remember much more of that day, but I do remember him leaving an impression on me. Josh and I stayed friends for about a year and, even though we didn’t date, he seemed different from the other guys I had known. Josh had always been a great friend to those around him and never got caught up in the drama around him. We finally started the following summer and the rest was history!

My piece of obsidian will not always be the same type of rock. The rock cycle does not have any order. My rock right now is igneous but weathering and erosion could break it into sediments and then become a sedimentary rock. Like I said my rock could be totally different in a million years. There is no order to the rock cycle. It could start or stop at any place.

After watching my mother in a world of her own, I would eagerly pull out the sketchbook my parents had bought me and attempt to create my own “masterpiece” of scribbles and circles and lines. As I grew up, and I could finally touch the top of the refrigerator without jumping, my interest in art bloomed into a newfound passion.