Personal Narrative : My Wedding Day

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

Hey everyone it is Cecilia! Over the summer you have seen posts I have written about several bridal tips, tricks, and information. As the summer is ending so is my time here at Bliss Bridal. My Internship here has been eventful and exciting. My summer has been full of sweet brides, alteration appointments, trunk shows, Bliss parties and blogging. I have learned so many things and I can’t wait to share with you my experience over the last three months.

I rode with my best man, Dakota, in his maroon rag-top eighties model caddy. We arrived at Riverside Park from my apartment where the sun was smiling down on us. Families from both sides awaited. Words cannot explain how on edge I was that extraordinary day. Dressed in a light blue plaid button up, jeans, and my boots, I noticed my palms sweating

That day will remain etched vividly in my mind forever. It was a hot and humid day. We were playing up that weekend and our first game was on field four against the dominant pleasant hill billies. On the ride there my dad gave me a wonderful pep talk, he told me to not to screw up and that he wasn't going to let me play if I didn't do well, it wasn't anything new so I didn't let it affect me too much.

I watched as the first orange hued rays of the sunrise wash over the dark and mysterious sky. The small glow travels across the wild blue yonder and starts to brighten up the deepest parts of the skyline and the town. Under the radiating sky there was no place of hiding, the light would finally hit you. This bright light brought the new day in, but it also brought dread to some.

Jordan woke up Monday morning telling herself this will not be a boring day. She was going to make an impact on someone. “Ding ding ding!” her alarm clock yelled. “Another day, but today is an extraordinary day!” she yelled with joy. She got up from her bed wearing only sweatpants and a tank top and she wandered to her computer to check her email, like she does every day. She looked at all of her 24 boring emails; bills, emails from work, and more bills. She hated it. But at the end of the row of usual emails, one caught her blue eye, and without hesitating she clicked on it. The mysterious email was from the White House! “WHAT?!” “Drew! Come here!” she yelled to her husband. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I just got a random email from the White House saying that they want me to fly to Washington D.C and have a meeting with the president!” Jordan said with enthusiasm. “It must be fake” Drew said with a smirk. “No, they’re paying for everything, my ticket, a hotel room, everything”. She said smiling with her jaw wide open about to touch the ground. In 7 hours, she would be meeting the president.

After a long day of work you you finally make it home. When you walk through the door you notice I haven't met you there with your big hug and kiss like I usually do. You put your keys down and lock the door and begin walking through the house looking for me. You peek in the kitchen and you don't see me there. Then you check my room and notice I have dresses all over the bed and make a mental note that you owe me a spanking for leaving my room messy again. You then approach the living room and hear my favorite movie the little mermaid playing and you see me fast asleep on the couch in one of my many pretty dress you got me. You walk in the living room and turn the tv off and you take a moment and watch/listen to me sleep.

Fear, worry, and anxiety captivated me and held me hostage. Academics, family pressures, and the constant overbearing question of the future had torn me apart. The weight of the world swallowed me whole and controlled my every move. Most of all, I feared the failure associated with change. People say that we should welcome change; nonetheless, I still dreaded the future. Life without the security blanket of my closest friends and family frightened me because for the first time, the choices I were to make were all my own. Senior year is meant to be a year of relaxation and preparation for the future; however, my senior year had turned into an internal World War III.

Going into the first grade can be daunting for any six-year old. For some it is their first time going to school; for others they know subjects that they like and do not like. I was a part of the latter, knowing that I prefer more of the maths and sciences, and thought that reading and writing was just too hard. However, one teacher, my first grade one Mr. Wagner, taught me that the English subjects does not have to be that hard, and in fact can be rather fun. He used different material for us to use, including newspaper comics and magazines geared for children, all of which I embraced. His writing assignments were those that were actually fun to do, like writing science fiction stories and even comic books. All of his unconventional methods

Simplistic and tranquil is how I would describe my lifestyle, without many obstacles and challenges, fortunately. Yet in the fall of 2014, I found myself in need of a simulation. More than anything, I wanted to prove to myself and everyone around me that I could face any obstacle and tackle it. When I found the Disney College Program, I knew that I had found my challenge. Not only would I be moving across the country, but I would be taking on a task that I had never really faced before. Offered to be an entertainment costumer, I knew this was a once in a lifetime chance to experience something not many people would ever have the chance to do. I knew I would have to leave my job of three years and start new, knowing no one in Florida. More than anything else, it was an experiment for myself that I could make it on my own.

After leaving Arby’s, we were heading for North Vernon to get our makeup done at a place called Illusion. It took a very long time waiting to get my makeup done because the other bridesmaids had met up with us at the salon, and because I had to go last. It also took a long time because we had to get airbrush makeup, so it would stay on, which took even more time. Although it took forever, it was well worth the wait, because our makeup looked

A. Something that has happened to me that I wish had not occurred was when I missed my Uncle’s wedding due to the stomach virus. My dad, my stepmom, and I had traveled all the way across our state to be there. We spent the night in a condo that my uncle and soon to be aunt had rented out for us. It was one of the nicest places I had ever stayed in. It seemed like it could be featured in a Pottery Barn magazine, it was so well decorated. I fell fast asleep knowing I had a big day ahead. My sweet dreams were interrupted by a terrible stomach ache. I vomited all night long. The next morning I woke up even worse off than I was the night before. I told myself I would push through since we had traveled all this way and I wanted to be there for

I woke up to the sounds of pans banging and bacon sizzling, and pancakes cooking. It was a gorgeous morning filled with joy and hope, these days are my favorite days. The sun is shining and the wind is blowing calmly. The birds are chirping their happy songs as the sound of kids having little discussions arose in the atmosphere. I was but the smell of bacon and pancakes over through me and got me off my twin size bed full of unorganized soft warming blankets. I walked down the winding stairs to find my little sister banging pans like she was in a band, my mom didn’t like it but i just laughed and smiled.

I remember we had to attend a wedding in the middle of the month of April. It was fun, but there was a lot to do. It had taken 3 days to complete this wedding. During this wedding, we had to attend 4 programs in total in my three-day weekend. This wedding almost made me lose control of how I had felt during this wedding.

“Get up and get dressed. We have a big day coming up. We need to go to the town square to submit your headshot today. Tonight on the report, Gavril Fadaye will announce the 35 girls who will be participating in the Selection,” my Mom called from her bedroom. All my dresses were plain, simple,