Personal Narrative: Out Of College

Returning to college, after graduating high school twenty-five years earlier, proved to be not only rewarding quite challenging as well. Viewing myself as a self-starter with extensive investigative skills I truly believed college path mapped out correctly, so I never met with an advisor, what a colossal mistake! I had self-scheduled all my courses and although I faced a few obstacles I was finally at the end. After completion of all my pre-requisites I applied to the LPN-RN Fast Track Program, little did I know my past would stop me dead in my tracks.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" Throughout my life I have been asked this complicated question over and over. How can anyone decide what she wants to do for the rest of her life after high school? Previous to me entering high school, I was convinced I would be entering the criminal justice field. I had everything planned out, but things usually do not turned out as planned. It wasn't until I was entering my Senior year of high school did I realize I couldn't be more wrong with what I wanted to accomplish with the rest of my life. After learning more about myself and my interests did I change my plan to studying business throughout my upcoming college years.

There was a fuzzy muddled scene in his eyes when he woke up. The scenary was blurred and disrupted with the refraction of bright white. He looked around as the haze began to fade. He tried to gain awareness of where he was, he had no

He woke up in a dark room. He was numb and dizzy. The figure of a man kept on flickering through his head. He couldn’t move. He had no memory. His whole body was full of pain and agony.

“But I didn’t call him, for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone - he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward - and

While panting for air, my trembling hands unpack the cardboard box on the communal basin. Without thinking I pierce the needle through my dry skin. The reflection of the mirror on the wall catches my eye as I waited for my results. The lightbulb above my head buzzes until it unexpectedly explodes. The man before me in the mirror is surrounded by light, yet he is in the dark, looking like a dim shadowy figure.

Returning to college has been a prodigious challenge. One in which I determined I would meet head on with resolution. As a fine arts student I was fortunate to find a mentor in the Paradise Valley Community College Theater Director, Andrea Robertson. Andrea perceived potential in me and encouraged pursuit my goals as a writer/director. I took the initiative to approach Andrea with the idea to write and direct my own play in the Advanced Directing course. This past fall that idea came into fruition. As a director I oversaw numerous different areas in the production of my play. These were roles filled by fellow students, allowing the opportunity to provide guidance and leadership to peers. I worked with actors, stage management, set design, prop

"stay here" he said as he ran into the woods. I stood there for a while, but then a figure appeared next to the trees. It was the man who ran after the thief. I walked towards him with fast steps. He was carrying my bag, his body seemed tired and he was out of breath.

His eyes drop to the ground, slick with some substance. Blood, he recognizes in cold terror. And—what is that thing? It resembles a human made up of a million limbs, stitched haphazardly together. A spider turned human. It turns to him, eyes narrow and severe (what colour are they? It seems to shift unnaturally in the moonlight, ephemeral).

I am an out of state student, who is paying for college with help from my parents. Due to my current living situation, any college that has a Pharmacy program is expensive, because none of the state universities in Massachusetts offers one. I absolutely love what I do, and I simply wish it was not as much of a financial burden as it is.

Do you ever feel like someone, or something, is watching you? If you have ever sensed this chilling emotion you were almost caught. According to Jim Butcher in the U.S. alone more than 900,000 people have gone missing and were not able to be found. To add to the disturbing factor of the number of people missing, in a ratio comparing the amount of animals lost in herds on the african savannah and the amount of people that vanish each year, the two are the same. Now, I myself, have a theory that people simply aren’t being snatched away into the darkness by other people. In fact it is the Accipiens Pretium Interficietur, the latin word for kidnapper, but I refer to him as Macabre. In the following paragraphs you will

He would call out but no replies from anyone. Dawn had started approaching and there was more light then before. Tempted to go inside and search for Java and his friends, Tabaktu could not seem to move his feet in that direction. Noticing he has blood on him, he remembered running into a wall in the cave and falling over. The cut above his eye is really starting to hurt and bleeding badly now. He does not recognize where he is and fear that he is lost. Tabaktu heads in the direction in which he thinks they came.

“I stepped over the form of one youngster whom I though dead. But when I looked down I saw he was only sleeping.”(3)

It had already begun to grow dark when Karl noticed that he had wandered off from the other prospective students in the admissions tour walking across the verdant gentle hills on Wittenberg’s campus. At first, Karl was intrigued by the vast beauty that was available to his senses. The warm sun kissed his face while the breeze blew a cooling feeling into his being. Then, Karl stopped for a second to observe the beautiful campus: the dancing grass, the singing beasts, and the refreshing feeling of the sun and breeze. Although Karl was separated from the group, he did not feel any stress or worry, but for some reason, he felt an overwhelming calming power. Relaxing, Karl settled down beneath an attractive tree; although he noticed that no buildings were in sight, his worries were extinguished and sleep soon found him.

Of in the distance Mr. Amberson saw a light that resembled a head light slowly making its way towards them. “Wake up” he told Dave as he shook