Personal Narrative: My Move To Siberia

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! There was a knock the door late at night. There was a letter, it was from the manager at the sunny slope apartments. The next morning we opened the letter. It said we were getting evicted. We didn’t know why. But we knew what it meant, we had to move! We were so worried, because we didn’t know where we could move or even worst of all we didn’t know if we were going to have to move a different school. I had been at that school my whole life, and known all of my friends there.

In the 7th grade I had a crush on my history and geography teacher, Ms. Nail. She was in her early to mid twenties, slim and attractive, I thought she could be Jackie Kennedy's sister.

The book focuses mainly on a woman named Celie, who has lived a hard life already when, at the age of 14 she begins

In the beginning of this novel, Celie is a young and naive adolescent. She is

Pierce took her diary entries and letters and created the book: Trapped in “Black Russia” , explains the side of the war about being American in the Soviet Union during the months of June to November of 1915. Pierce explained her horrors of seeing the death in the streets, the Jewish detention camp, and seeing the Governor of Kiev send his things away before his people, in the rush to get away from the advancing German lines. Peter, who was a significant other in Pierce's life, helped her during her time of her arrest. Pierce managed to keep her humanity, feeling sympathy to all no matter their religion or race, as her time in Kiev grew longer. When on the train going away fro Kiev, Pierce did not feel relief or joy, just contemp, knowing her

If I was a European thinking about moving to the New World, I would base my decision based off the images and descriptions that were available. One of the images that would deter me from migrating away was a piece of artwork done by Jacques Le Moyne. His picture entails a group of natives who are trying to fight off a fearsome looking alligator. Theodore De Bry describes them plunging a pole into it’s mouth and turning it around so they can stab their stomach. He goes on to say that the natives have to watch out for them day and night because of how frequent they appear. Since I don’t really know how to defend myself against such creatures, I would be afraid to live somewhere where danger is constant. I also would not want to deal with vampire

“Hold it!” I screeched. I rose the rifle, pressing the stock against my shoulder. His ripped uniform was deep, blood red. The patch on his shoulder flashed the marking of the Soviet Union, sworn enemies to the Fourth Reich. I gritted my teeth and narrowed my eyes. “State your name!” I demanded. His head was bowed with his hands held up in surrender. My finger stiffened against the trigger. One shot in his skull would end his pathetic life and make my country safer without another Soviet soldier.

mother, I had been forced to stay home while my parents went out to a

A few weeks ago I was sitting in my old dusty chair watching the news. I was just thinking about the day’s work ahead of me, and wondering if my body will make it through the day. I heard a car door slam. I imagined that it was my wife pulling in, but that would be impossible. I wondered who it could be. I do not get many visitors this time of year, not in the off-season. Could it be the fella that was on the news? They said a girl was murdered in Iowa and the suspect got away, and may be on his way to Canada. Then a loud knock on the door filled the empty room. I got out of my chair slowly, like a pregnant woman would, and made my way to the door. I could hear a creak with every step I took, and only God knows if it came from the floor, or these knobby knees.

I would go to canada and other diffrent countries in discover new things like religion citys

Who knew that things could change so abruptly, it almost felt that my whole world was flipped within a blink of an eye. Things were going to be different from now on, the people, the weather, even the fresh summer breeze from the coast will soon become a cold bitter winter breeze. This all came to my mind when my mom announced to my family that we’re moving, to New Jersey, once my school goes on summer break. At first, I began to panic, why do we have to move? Why can’t we just live here? We don’t even know anyone there, except for my aunt. We just moved here three years ago from New Jersey, and we didn’t like it, that’s why we only lived there for a month. Then why would we would we like it now? I question my mom, and I demanded explanations

I hated that stupid rock. I couldn’t move it, climb over it, or swim through the river around it. That wouldn’t count. Part of me hoped that the rock would tip over and fall into the water so I could laugh as it tumbled away, but I knew I couldn’t be that lucky. I wanted to kick it halfway across the globe or punch it up until it was nothing but rubble. I couldn’t though, because it’s a rock, I’m a human and human-rock relations just don’t work that way. Maybe I would get lucky and someone from Romania would randomly decide to make a display of gigantic stones from around the world. I wondered if the rock would pity me and move out of the way if I cried. But it’s a rock, rocks don’t seem to have emotions.

Time itself was frozen. Yesterday was cold, but not like this. Now, it is almost zero. I stepped across the carpeted floor as the support wood creaked under thermal contraction. The staircase shivered as I descended. No one was there except for an old wooden table and a fork. Slowly sliding across the frozen floor, I navigate the dark maze of hallways that is my first floor. I grab my ski jacket, put on my boots and slide outside without a sound. No one is anywhere, and as far as my family is concerned, I am still asleep. I begin to work at creating my arsenal. I mobilize for a total war.

Four months had passed and I was on top of the Divas division. I had a Number One Contender’s match on RAW tonight against Natalya. I was pumped up and ready. We had talked about how we wanted the match to play out and what we were going to do. We wanted to make it one of the best matches of the night. Trinity and I watched in the viewing area backstage as The Usos fought in a match against The Prime Time Players. When The Usos won Trinity left to go congratulate her fiancé, Jimmy.

Recently I took a trip to Nashville, and YES it was so much fun, I learned a lot about my business, met some of my AWESOME business partners, but most of all I got back my Country Roots !