Personal Narrative-Off To Africa

So we went to great wolf lodge, we are driving and I tried to take a nap and all I heard was two of my friends just laughing because they were watching vines. So I told them to shut up and went back to sleep. I slept for one hour and someone called me on the bus floor, and were just talking until we arrived at Great Wolf Lodge. We got of the bus, grabbed our bags and headed in, then we went to separate rooms.

One thing that does not interest me anymore is going outside. I used to always love going outside but not anymore that is like the top uninterested thing i'm into rite now. When i was a kid i loved going outside, after i got older i only go outside on the daily-bases now that i'm more mature.When i get in trouble my parents make me go outside for my punishment. Outside is just not interested to me

How are you? I am the friend of Catherine Browns's that she connected you with on Facebook. My wife Darla and I lived in Glasgow, Scotland for three years and connected with Catherine while we were there. We worked together and Scotland as well as doing a conference together in Ireland. I mentioned to her that I have been praying for several years about coming to South Africa.

I woke up to find myself in a cage with my brothers. We were on land. My sisters were kept in another cage, on the other side. We had small beds, and we were cold for it was midday. People were laughing at us, calling us niggers, useless people, and animals. I wanted to kill every one. My little boy came up to me and told me if we were going to survive. To be honest, I did not

My family and I was walking down the road and it was dark and muddy. My sister and I was worried about this so called new world because we know nothing about it all we know about is our great country Canada. I was walking beside my brother and my sister was in between my mother and my father. My siblings and I argued a little more than most times at home. The walk took about 4 to 5 days and when we got there to the boat I looked up and

Last year I started a new sport, cross country. I only did it because my lacrosse coach said that it might help me get better for lacrosse. So I went to the first late summer practice last year to see what this was like, so then we did warm-ups and a lap around the track. Then it was the first time I met coach Chase, My first impression of him was going to be very strict, But soon realized that this was false because of one of the first things he said. He said “I know there are a lot of nerves here right now, but cross country isn’t about winning every race, that comes later” then continued with “Cross country is about showing what you can do to yourself.” This struck me very hard because I was not that fast and was near the back. Through that fall the team did very well, I also made some progress myself. After the season was over I made a decision.

Throughout the active school year, I take part in cross country, track and basketball. I also played volleyball for a year, but I decided to concentrate on my main passion, cross country, instead of dividing my time and attention into two sports at the same time. I have been running cross country ever since I was old enough to run in the munchkin races. The sport has been passed down through the family, almost every single one of my siblings have run or at least tried it. In track, I have ran the mile and two mile since the seventh grade. These last couple years I joined into the long distance relays. In 2016, the first year we decided to start a relay it consisted of my sister, Victoria, Tristen Ness, and Sammy Swanson. The first time we ran

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

It was October 2016 of my junior year, right in the heart of the Cross Country season. Cross Country was fun and team was doing great, but I was looking forward to the upcoming winter track season. High jump is where it is at and that is where I wanted to be and then it happened… I went down and my ankle was caught underneath me and twisted. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I was hurt. I was on the ground, in pain as other racers passed me. I was able to get to the finish it wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t fast, but I did it.

As of now I must have my parents turning in their graves with what I am doing now. I stood in a boxing ring in a room full of men that looked at me like I was their prey, the person they would feast on. Hungry looks cover the faces of the paunchy men. I was hired to dance for the men in an outfit that left nothing to the imagination; I was practically naked. Money was money and I really need the cash they are offering. But the fact that a good amount of cash would be coming my way, I was fearful of what would happen after I was done dancing. Black boys stood in front of the ring. Some with uncomfortable faces, others with the same expressions as the white men in the room. Soon enough, someone clicked play on a stereo and I began to dance.

and not be here tomorrow cause I got to move i'm getting all my stuff back and all that cool stuff well I was really disappointed when my mom didn't sign the hoverboard so I could ride it hopefully I will get my xbox back today our house is pretty big my room is a bit smaller than the old one but they look the same I hope this day goes fast school is so boring and games are cool rgh xbox no one no what that even means it is like a modded xbox and you could hack the games and have mod menus and all that cool stuff it is really hard to do i looked up like 50 videos on how to do it and I finally figured it out it take a while to do but it's worth it and it is fun but if you know my house burned down.

Trying to find memories is like looking for treasure. You look at the surface and see something mediocre, but you dig deep and find something cool, pretty, and meaningful. It took a while to think of a fond memory, but once I thought of some, it was hard to choose a favorite. Growing up I have had many great experiences in the form of vacations. Between going to Disney World, owning a vacation home, hanging out with my grandparents in Arizona, traveling to Canada and more. They all make amazing memories that I will forever cherish. The vacation spot we go to the most, though, is Wisconsin Dells. A few times I have been allowed to invite friends to come with. When I am allowed to bring friends, it is always a ginormous amount of fun. We goof off in the hotel room, play in the arcades, and swim in the water parks.

I grow up in Congo, with an african culture where young men and women are exposed to alcohol and tobacco at a very young age. In family, parents and family members are very strict, no matter what is your age, you are not allowed to drink alcohol and to smook. By mistake, if you end up becoming a drinker or a smoker, it is a kind disgrace and shame for your family. Because a drinker is seeing as an unserious person, someone that you can trust or give responsibilities. Even myself, I grow up being afraid of drinking alcohol or smoking cigarette, because I didn’t want to dishonor my family. Furthermore, while talking about friends’ influences, it depends on whom you were spending your time with. As an example, if you were surrendering by bad friends,

Growing up, I didn’t know much about Somalia, despite being Somali myself. I never saw Somali people being portrayed on screen and never learned about them in history class. This, paired with being the only Somali student in school, was why I never really felt the sense of pride that other people felt when it came to their ethnicity. My parents noticed this and thought it was essential for me to visit Somalia, leading to a trip during the summer of 2013, when I was 13 years old.

We were lying face down in a big white truck. We were buried under about 50 sacks of potatoes. It was not a comfy ride. I managed to peep through a little hole on the side of the truck, I saw big sand dunes towering into the sky, they were the size of big hills, and the sand was old and dried up.