Personal Narrative: My Utopia

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

I, Deputy Gough received a call reference a white Ford truck driving in the Gamester trailer court all over the roadway. Upon my arrival I spoke with David Vore and Jennifer Vore. Jennifer Stated that Randy was the driver of the white Ford truck that said, “All Good Construction.” David and Jennifer both stated that they saw the truck drive through the yard hitting a slow child at play sign and the stop sign.

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.

“How can a game have such an effect on a man’s soul?” – Robert Duvall, Seven Days in Utopia.

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

I’m fairly new to the adult romance genre, and after reading a few that I adored I got a blogger friend of mine to give me some recommendations. On her list of recommendations for romances that are more rom-com was Melissa Foster’s The Real Thing. This was my first Melissa Foster book and I absolutely loved it! I’m so glad I decided to pick up this one as one of my first picks. he Real Thing takes place in a small town called Sugar Lake and features Zane and Willow who have a somewhat complicated history. I loved that they technically started out as friends and kept in touch all those years before getting together as it just made their chemistry and relationship all the more steamier and swoonier. And while the fake relationship trope was used

Over the past two months, I have made a lot of changes. It is the first time I was in a professional work setting. I have been making a lot of friends, meeting new people, and gaining plenty of valuable experience. Throughout my efforts, the general manager offered me a full time job when I graduate and even to do work for the company while I am at school. Although I am not sure this is the path I want to take upon graduation, it is definitely exciting to hear my first job offer. It has definitely allowed me to realize how close the real world is and has given me a taste of what that might encompass. I have definitely grew my customer service skills and increased my networking connections. I had the opportunity to meet Phil Simms, the

My first snowboarding lesson, some 10 years ago, saw me clinging to my snowboarding instructor on a Remarkables bunny hill, sinking my nails into his jacket sleeves as if he was trying to escape. His parting words to me are still memorable to this day. “You are not cut out for this, you have no confidence, and you are too scared”. That was it for me. I refused to accept that and if they weren’t going to help me learn, I would figure it out for myself. I was determined.

Fortunately my extensive hours of travel to and from hockey gave me more than ample time to reflect on my situation. I confronted the fact that I was chasing perfection in each individual area of my life, instead of perusing consistency across all fronts. Some days I’d focus solely on School and throw hockey aside, and vice versa. I wanted to attain 100% in every aspect. I gave into that nagging feeling that things can be better, and chased after it aimlessly. In hindsight I realized that I set a barometer for myself that had no bounds, no structure. By implementing the pursuit of consistency instead of perfection, I developed a framework for measuring my output and achievement. I learned that my life functions better in a system of sustainability,

On a brief trek to San Francisco a week ago I had an extremely fascinating background with Californian Police and the American method for taking care of auto repairs, particularly auto glass substitution. Driving back to my inn in my companion's advance vehicle, a Police vehicle tailed me into the lodging auto stop probably to check why such a nice looking person like me was driving the auto. What ended up being a standard permit check then turned into a vehicle review which found no other deformity than a chip in the glass windshield. I don't comprehend what happened to the "place where there is the free", the USA is assuredly now a Police State where individuals' development is overwhelming confined by impertinent power. Goodness the Police

There’s a model of perfection for everything. For beauty standards, for health, for everything. However, these models are not always a good thing and can often cause grief or toil over, well, nothing. This can be seen almost anywhere you look. From young girls starving themselves for a perfect body, to an adult throwing away all of his free time to perfect a simple presentation for work. People will even take their own lives, just because they can’t meet this absurd idea of perfection. This standard of what we all need to be has to be dropped.

I do think we've gotten better as a society. Although I think it would be difficult to pick up all the bad apples on the tree. History does repeat itself, I just hope it never happens again. And if it does, I also hope we can stop it in the nick of time.

One day in an advanced world where everyone has powers and half of the united states is gone because of nuclear war and radiation four friends go on a journey to discover what types of powers there are. The four friend’s names were Leon, Goku, Zero, and Chi-chi but her real name was Chiane and they all had mixed powers Vince had poison and water, Goku had Saiyan powers the reason we called it that was because there was an old show called dragon ball z and the main character and his son could go super saiyan and it kind of looked like that when he used his powers, Chi-chi had the power of flames but everybody just calls her a pyrokinetic, and me I have transformation powers, elemental powers, and I’m also a telekinetic.

My uncle picked me up and I left the place I grew up. I left my family, my friends, and my two dogs and moved to Colorado to live with my dad and his family. This affected me terribly because my grades dropped. If it wasn’t for my first year in Paramount and taking Game Development at Warren Tech, I would’ve had less than a 2.667 GPA. During this whole time, I isolated myself and stayed in my room, playing video games as an escape. I met my two best friends during this time, John and Triston who kept my head up during my many breakdowns. Thank god for my Dad because he kept trying to get me out of my shell for the 3 years I was in high school. By the time I finally started accepting what happened, I graduated high school. I didn’t know what

They get to the movies the air smells like freshly popped popcorn. They are heading to the theater with Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales playing. They are taking their seats, the chairs are a bold red color. After they all sit down the smell of the popcorn makes Cora want to get some. She leaves but never comes back. After 10 minutes they all leave to find her, they thought the lines were long but there was no one or she went to the bathroom there was no one. Cora was really lost. And there was really no one at the place. Good thing that movie place was by Amanda’s old house, 2 Book Court. She knew the people who lived there and they set off. It was a warm summer's night the walk was probably 10 minutes. They saw no car driving