Personal Narrative: Offer Up

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

My head was going crazy, I could barely think straight.I was off to a great start. I has stuck all my landings and I just need one more Tumbling pass to go, and if I had stuck it then I would qualify to Nationals. My brain was rushing super fast that it felt like I was off the floor.

Bare with me for another blog post about volleyball. This weekend was the Badger Region Volleyball Tournament, which my team participated in. When I walked into the building, the memories flooded in with scenes from the elevator adventures, cheese fries, and design your own sweatshirts. The first day, my team didn't play up our full potential, with my team only winning one out of three matches; which meant that we didn't place in any of the brackets, meaning zero chance of receiving a medal. However, at the end of the second match, I got switched from being middle all-around to libero ( a position where you only play back row on offense and defense). I guess it's an honor, but it puts a lot of pressure on me by labeling me as the best passer

Earlier this week, I got in touch with the game warden that I had previously had a ride along with and asked if I could go on another one. I was told to meet at the Brunswick office at 10:00 am. There I was to meet up with Corporal Kate Hargrave. I arrived at the Brunswick DNR office at approximately 9:40 because early is on time, and on time is late. When I pulled into the front parking lot, I noticed a man standing by a truck parked near the entrance that said “NOAA Law Enforcement” on the side. As this was an unusual sight, I decided to walk over and introduce myself. The man by the truck was Agent Ben Hughes. After talking to him for a few minutes, Corporal Hargrave arrived and informed me that Agent Hughes would be joining us for the

A'nari hurry up the show is about to start. Me and my bestfriend Jehlani run to our seats in the croweded arena. Soon as we get to our ring side seats the pyro to start raw goes off. We cheer loud and more pyro goes off. We sit in the arena and watch Raw and it is fantastic. After the show is over we leave the arena and walk the busy streets of The Bronx.

Kenzie spun the wheel after everything calmed down and we were finally able to breathe. Her game piece moved to a gray space. I spun the wheel afterwards, meeting a gray space as well. Joel was next and he spun the wheel, just missing red by one space. Kenzie spun the wheel, and her tombstone moved 8 spaces and stopped just in front of Joel's. She landed on red. We looked at each other, the dead silence adding to the suspense as she took a red card from the deck. She read it slowly, her hands were noticeably shaking as she held the card in her hand.

Sorry, I know you're asleep and I continuously keep texting you but I'd rather tell you everything now so you won't feel worried when you wake up when I will still feel asleep. What I wanted to tell you was that I just haven't been happy lately. Maybe it's because I miss you; because of all the shitty things that has been happening to me. I haven't been happy for over a week. But between us, all we do is argue and I'm so tired, Ciro. Sometimes I lay in bed and just grab my head because of how exhausted I am with the constant fightings. I have so many problems in my life and I have to go on and tell you everything that's happening when I shouldn't. It honestly makes things worse. I even cry because I can't take my life anymore. Believe me, I cry every single day. Not

At a very young age, I began making my own decisions and putting myself first. After my parents got divorced, my mom decided to move. The move wasn't small. In fact, it was a very large one. We were moving halfway across the world. I did not understand why we had to move but I knew my mom would always make the best decisions for our family. First, it seemed cool when I was telling everybody. But then it hit me hard, knowing that I wasn't going to see my friends and family for a very long time. At the age of eight, I did not understand what was going on. I felt like I was out of the loop. I was going to have to make new friends and meet new people even though I did not know the language. Even when it came to finding something to eat, we did not know how to order food. It was a great struggle that was hard to overcome.

I can feel my stomach churning as I slowly creep up the steps to the diving board. The metal scorches my bare feet as the sun begins to form little blisters on my shoulders; my SPF 80 obviously isn't doing its job. I try to muster up enough courage to finish the last three steps, but my knees are trembling ferociously. As I finally make it to the top, the smell of chlorine is rancid enough to make me hold my nose and prepare for my leap into the icy chemical bath. I take one last deep breath and mentally prepare myself by repeating quietly, "Today is the day I conquer my fear of the high dive.”

For the longest time all I remember was drifting. The sea water seeping through my clothes making me numb to the bone. Floating along the world’s ocean for what seemed several days. I recall fighting against the ocean current, trying to pull myself towards some sort of island but the current just pulled me out more into the unknown. The darkness started to creep over the ocean until it was complete darkness. So tired, holding on to a broken piece of driftwood as the freezing cold night went by I closed my eyes trying to find some sense of peace. All I thought about was the drifting… Until at some point, the drifting stopped.

There was another person with him, I couldn’t figure out who he was but he seem familiar. The main clown was filling up one of the balloons, and it all of a sudden popped! The kid who was getting the balloon started crying. Then the other clown went around to see the kid and stole something out of the parents pockets! They are not really here for balloons, they are popping the balloons of purpose has a distraction!... I tell myself. I wanted to go to one of the cops and tell him he was a criminal, but I can’t because I don’t have any proof. I go home and rest because tomorrow I am going to take some pictures.

Watching the men roll up on them was a somewhat surreal experience. First, they did not immediately open fire—that was always a pleasant surprise. Next, they began to speak in alarmingly calm and collected tones and allowed the woman—Lyra Caspari, by her word—to tell "their story." And what a story it was, a tale of poor luck and quick thinking presented in such a disarming, demure, deferential tone that Kirin could not help but stifle a laugh.

The vibrant hue of the shoes stood out against the grime in the woman’s ebony hair. Her head rested atop the coral loafers and her back was to the bustling city.

Just do it. JUST DO IT. While this might be a great slogan for Nike, it isn’t a great slogan for life. However, many people may disagree. In my opinion in order to play better than anyone else one has to think about things, weigh the options, and analyze the situation, but be sure to not overanalyze. Albert Einstein said “You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else.”. If you “Just do it”, you have not taken time to learn the rules of the game, instead you will just go with the flow. Now, how will you be better than anyone else? You won’t be. Instead you will be just like everyone else. To “play better than anyone else” one can’t just hope for luck, instead one has to work hard, possibly

Everybody was running. Last minute hair changes, quick costume checks, frantically going over lines, and for some reason… I only vividly remember the running. Backstage can be hectic before a show, especially performing a musical in front of 500 of my peers. My high school can spend so much money on renewing the gym and buying new lockers, but cannot invest in replacing the hole in the auditorium's curtain. I remember peeking through the hole on performance night and scanning through the sold out crowd. All these people came to watch you fail,my conscience mockingly whispers to me. I stood back and witnessed the show lights flicker. The crowd quietly settles down, knowing the play is about to start. More frantic running around me. You would