Personal Narrative On Marking Time

Cathleen hopped off my bed, where she was reading the comics pages of a newspaper from my stash, while I begun to stand up, feeling stiff and numb from sitting on the floor for so long. We rushed out of our room and down the (admittedly very short) hallway to the kitchen table. I hoped lunch was something warm; maybe soup or chicken with rice. Rather, it was ham and cheese sandwiches with chopped carrots and ice water.

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

VROOM! The bus goes when the engine starts and drives to school. Ugh! The thought of going to school again and beginning the 2nd grade in Maurice Hawk School. EH. I wasn’t so nervous because I had the same class as my friends. I know my teacher was so nice to me in 2nd grade, because basically all elementary school teachers are really nice to kids like me. Her name was Mrs. Ramirez. I had to run to different classes during that class like speech or just different subjects because I hate the thought of being late. When is was time for speech, my teacher picked my classmate and I up because we forgot to come to class. I know I just said that I hate the thought of being late, but hold your horses! It was only the first day! Give me a break! But anyways, while we were walking slowly and calmly in the hall, we started

We had precooked meals delivered to the training site called hot meals. We would receive the meals for either breakfast or dinner. Sometimes the meals would be delicious and at other times they left you deeply unsatisfied. I always believed that hot meals only tasted as good as you imagined them to taste. Normally for breakfast you would get the same thing; powdered eggs, Raisin Bran, and fruit. Breakfast was not horrible tasting, but eating the same chalky eggs and Raisin Bran almost everyday got tiresome. Dinner was usually the exciting meal. The meals were always different, but almost always made with the same ingredients. One day you would get beef pasta, the next day you would get beef lasagna. Sometimes they would advertise Sheppard’s Pie and it would end up being lasagna shells and beef smashed up into squares with pasta sauce on top. On the side you could choose mixed vegetables, salad, or Jell-O. Just like breakfast, the food did not taste horrible, but it got tiresome to eat the same thing every time we got a hot meal for dinner. There was one day that something remarkably strange, but very inviting was put on the dinner menu. The hot meal was steak and potatoes, with no option of noodles or beef pasta sauce. The meal had such a high impact on me that I can remember it as if it happened yesterday. All 150 trainees sat on the floor joking, laughing, and seemingly in a mood that would make you

As I was sleeping throughout the winter, I knew that it was almost time for Groundhog’s Day. This man with black gloves got me real gingerly and started heading toward a big cage. I knew that we were heading somewhere as soon as the car took off. I decided to go to sleep, and when we got there I woke up wondering where I was. I started to abrasion my head against the cage when all of a sudden I saw someone grabbing the cage. I was so scared that he was going to drop me as we were heading up the steps.

I guess, by the time I realized that I had physically pushed myself too far it was too late. I spent 12 days hunched over with what my doctor thought was 'Sciatica' but found out today that it's actually a herniated disc. Which during seven of those days, I still worked. Now? I need to pray that PT will fix this problem I made worse.

Periods… every girl’s worst nightmare. When you’re young you dream of the day when you get to say “yeah! I got my period,” to your friends. But when you get it you regret ever thinking of this curse, as a gift. Then there’s that moment when your mom says you will get used to it… the truth is, you don’t. You will never get used to it. There is also the struggle when you think you’re done with your period and you wear your, long awaited, white jeans and then it comes back like “Hey!!! Miss me, I didn’t think so. But I think I’ll ruin those great bright white jeans you have been so careful to keep from staining!” You know the struggle is real. It happens, every time. You think you would know better than to wear white jeans so close after you ended but no… it will never work like that. Cause I have no patience with periods. So when it’s done with I’m like “Freedom!!” but it will haunt me for the rest of my life.

One gloomy day in 1931, I was frantically trying to get all money from my vault so that my clients wouldn't tear me to shreds. I’m a very good bank owner; however, since the market crashed people have gone insane trying to get their money out of my bank but frankly I don't have any of it. I’ve kinda spent their money on my essentials. Now, with the line outside of Time Watch Bank is all the way down the hill, and only have 2,000 dollars left to give! But then, something even worse happened on May 22.

It makes me feel dizzy because it’s a lot to look at. It excites me to see what we are going to do throughout the month on the calendar.

headed into the last period, tension grew with in the crowd and players on the

The classes was during the summer of 2014 fell during the Islamic month of Ramadan. I have provided a calendar with the days of fasting and corresponding Gregorian calendar dates listed on it. The days of fasting are a real challenge sometimes during which we refrain from eating and drinking anything from dawn to dusk. As the days during the summer is much longer compare to the rest of the year, the strain on our bodies is even bigger. The fact that I was fasting coupled with my busy work schedule took a devastating toll on my body and I felt sick. I have provided a copy my blood work during my doctor visit where I was diagnose with appendicitis. Thankfully after consulting a different lab and enduring a few days of excruciating pain I was

Hi, I'm a time traveler. I'm going to tell you about the craziest paradox I've ever been in. It all started on a sunday afternoon. I stepped into my time machine and set the date back to 3 hours ago, around the time I saw this hot lady in the store. I pressed the zoom button and I was blasted into the past. I've been traveling to this moment over and over again for the past 4 days, trying to gain the courage to talk to this girl. I popped out right next to her, in the exact same spot I was in 3 hours ago, hand on my cart, looking for some campbell’s soup. ¨Hi.¨ She didn't respond. I said it too quietly, let me try again. ¨Hi!¨ I yelled right at her face. She briskly walked away, glancing behind her to make sure I wasn't following. She had a look of pure terror on her face.

Time Machine in the extra room in my house. The Time Machine looked like a telephone booth. When I walked in I started thinking to myself “ What will the people be like?” Will they be rich or poor?” Do they have medicine to make them live longer?” I will find all of that out when I walk through the door.

By the time I arrived back to my apartment for lunch, I was shaking. I was ready to eat whatever I could grab, and I needed to consume food as soon as possible. Lunch would consist of ramen noodles and more Pepsi. Of course, there was always room for desert. There were always brownies or cookies around to snack on. I usually worked in the evening, and dinner came out of a vending machine. Naturally, I paired my dinner with yet another can of sugary fizzy drink.

Sure, the wait for a table was long, at least twenty minutes, but it was all worth it when, after another twenty minutes, the appetizers had reached our table. After leaving an empty plate of what I supposed was salad, the actual food we had ordered arrived, but I was too full to eat more than one-third of the plate of pasta. To try and build up another appetite, Annica and I played games on the little tablet they had connected to the table. We played a really fun trivia game on a level where we had to guess character names. After we left Olive Garden, we got ready for Moses. My mom wanted me to dress nice while I was gone, so I wore a black shirt with a tuxedo design and my ‘fancy’ watch.