Personal Narrative: My Misconceptions

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

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.

The reason i started painting and drawing in the first place is i found that i am truly happiest when creating. I thoroughly enjoy the struggle of drawing and painting scenes or ideas created through imagination. Creating art was never about money to me, it was about seeking happiness and a sense of purpose.

Some people say money is the root of all evil. I didn’t see it that way. All I saw was a simple task and a big prize. Well, at least I thought it would be easy.

Some people are born with talents, others with brains, and some with beauty. However, I would like to think I was born with all the above, but most of all I was born with the innate gift of serving others. While growing up as a preacher’s kid, I witnessed my father help others by empowering them, motivating them, and praying for them. Observing how supportive my dad was of others I thought I want to do the same thing, but I knew I did not want to be a preacher. Growing up as a beautician’s daughter, I watched my mother improve others by building their self-esteem, being a listening ear, and sharing knowledge when necessary. I recall looking at my mother thinking I want to be that type of person when I grow up. I lacked the talents and creativity

i apologized about this , I didn't realize it was that many hours he, but I know there would be some over time this week we had couple of incident , the day we had to do Eric and ken write-up I had him site in both , also the Sunday training added to it , he also went over Tuesday when we did the Ops meeting , this is not the norm I will keep the hours in check

By the time I knew what I was getting myself into, it was already too late.

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.

I just keep going after all the action and all the things looked normal. When I want to take a right turn to school, I saw the red and blue light behind my car. Through a double check, my heart became cold. I know what happened, I got a big trouble. Then I did the second dangerous action, keep going. Actually, I just want to find a safe place to stop. But the police did not on my side, and then he began whistled. I do not know why I ignore the voice and just keep going. I will not do the stupid thing like that.

I'm a senior at beatrice high school i'm in welding two and woods two and building construction i'm in advanced conditioning to help better myself physically. I hope to join the military or go into the field of construction .I like fishing and hunting. I moved around a lot when I was little I lived in Beatrice and Pickrell and Blue springs and back to Beatrice.

After Mr. Spouterwinkle cleared his throat and loosened his tie, he turned his head sideways and said, " I have already put down a deposit for an apartment for you, and I have set up a bank account for you. It currently has 100 dollars in it, but you need to find yourself a job. The landlord said that he has the furniture situation handled, and that he'll visit you tomorrow to talk about rent and paperwork. any questions miss?"

There comes a time in everyone’s life when your perspective changes. Regardless on the topic, the event causes you to rethink your previous actions and set yourself straight. In my situation, the big event that caused me to change my perspective was a fight I had with my older sister. Growing up we never got along, mostly because we are complete opposites. Looking back majority of our fights are a blur, because they were so insignificant. However, the fight I am referencing is one I will never forget.

I first arrived at the Breakfast Club, and was a little taken aback by all the action that was going on in the room. In seemed like one large stew of energy that continuously fluctuated in different ways. As a camp counselor, I am very used to this type of environment, and it is just a byproduct of having more than 30 children in a confined space. After talking to Janelle, and hearing what happens at Breakfast Club the other volunteers and I got right into playing with the children. I started coloring and playing with whatever else while talking to several children. I remember introducing myself to several of them and them being cautious about telling me their names. Some of them even said things like “why do you need

Today I was trying to take your advise and to be more assertive, ask more questions, and state what I need them to do (and try not to say ‘no’). Many times today I caught myself saying “Can you please” and have to immediately correct myself. It’s difficult but hopeful with practices and time I will start to change this habit of asking permission when I don’t have to.