Personal Narrative: Out Of The 365

Starting high school can be a little scary, especially when you have no guidance from siblings, like me, being the first one from my family to have an education. But that did not stop me from succeeding, I?ve always been confident and determined. I?m an enthusiastic when it comes to trying new things. Who would have thought I was going to be a good athlete plus a book geek, when in my past years I was just a regular kid. I was pretty excited about joining a club that had a connection with high school, that way I didn?t have to start from zero, I always want to be a step ahead. Fortunately, in summer, a high school coach was recruiting freshmen for running either cross country or track, they both involve running, so I considered it like the same sport with different timing. And this is when it all started. Running

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

Who knew that things could change so abruptly, it almost felt that my whole world was flipped within a blink of an eye. Things were going to be different from now on, the people, the weather, even the fresh summer breeze from the coast will soon become a cold bitter winter breeze. This all came to my mind when my mom announced to my family that we’re moving, to New Jersey, once my school goes on summer break. At first, I began to panic, why do we have to move? Why can’t we just live here? We don’t even know anyone there, except for my aunt. We just moved here three years ago from New Jersey, and we didn’t like it, that’s why we only lived there for a month. Then why would we would we like it now? I question my mom, and I demanded explanations

I want to leave, I want to disappear. Not a vacation, but that spontaneous quick escape with no bothers, just an unrestricted trip to free the mind and enjoy the bits of silence. To go by car to see how the scenery around me changes as I kill the distance, while listening to my favorite music as loud as I can. Just shout out my lungs with my terrible singing. As the music plays, I will grab a book, which will get all my beliefs and views away. No matter what the book will be about. As long as it would get me away, away from here. There would be just me and the characters of the novel, who struggle, fight, and compete, while they face delight, pleasure, and glory. Every so often, I will stop at the cafes on the road to grab some food, which

I breathe in the warm air as I gaze out at my beautiful home. So wide I’m not even certain I’ve seen all it’s beauty that lies beneath. I can see the shadows of tiny fish swimming above the soft sand. They are so small they look as though they are microscopic. I reach down and run my hands through the wet substance that is so thick that my muscles grow tired the deeper my hand goes. As I lift my hand up, the sand makes a cloud of powder, slowly drifting through the water. The waters are so calm as though nothing could anger them. Each wave slowly rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the sea. I lower my fins beneath the water and a coolness rushes through me as I feel the cold, wet water. The soft breeze brushes against my skin with the scent of an indescribable satisfaction. Hours passed as the warmth of the sun seemed to just soak into my skin and relax my mind.

Have you ever been so desperate for something that you modify your motive in its entirety? Throughout my life I’ve found myself placed in this frightening situation multiple times; the most confusing of which would be what I’ve endured this year. People in their 20s have it rough. We’re old enough to feel like we’re supposed to know what we’re doing, yet young enough to roll in the tide aimlessly and clueless and it still be acceptable. Then there’s those of us who believe we’ve got it all figured out only to be proven tremendously wrong. I have learned, however, that being tremendously wrong can lead you right where you need to be.

“Who thought the baptism water would be as cold as an ice bath?” Much like anyone growing up in Las Vegas, or otherwise known as “Sin City,” we have always been surrounded by people from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Those people are commonly known as “Mormons.” Boy, let me tell you, there are Mormons everywhere in Vegas! There was always something about them that made me interested. There was a light as bright as the sun that always shined from them. They always had a smile on their face, from ear to ear and once you start talking to them I found that they are the nicest people. I then got to know and started hanging out with the Mormons. I then became interested with the religion aspect.

Throwback to 2007, When I was 5, Life was good, And I was in kinder, I lived in

The ocean strokes land with calm and reassuring hands, lacing water with sand and lifting seashells in its wake. My heart urges me forward, to walk among the peace, to capture the sweet smell of sea salt. My brain reasons with the rest of my body. Turning sharply from the churning water I force my feet to leave the warm imprint they have grown to love

When I first stepped out of the hot, stuffy plane into the bright and brilliant sunlight beaming down on my face, all I felt was excitement. With my bag in one hand and sunglasses in the other I couldn’t believe it I finally arrived at Florida! The Florida sun struck like an arrow on my skin, warming and basking my arms in its radiance. I took a deep breath and smelt a sweet flowery perfume. After pushing my way through all the tourists I finally reached my luggage. After pulling my purple bag of the conveyer belt, I made my way to the doors where my family and I were met by my aunt, uncle, and cousins to pick us up and take us back to their house.

I was didn’t feel like I should fall into the salty waters of the waves. After, some time my older sister who was much apparently stronger than me, pushed my in from the side the beach. Terrified I tried to run out until a small star like rough creature was noticed on my foot from deep below the waters surface. Grasping out I grabbed the small creature out from the water and onto my hand. I had noticed that he was curled as to give my open and much larger hand, a hug. After, realizing he meant no harm I began to put him back in the water, back to his home along with all the other creatures of the deep blue sea. Then, as I took at the small star fly into the water I look out as seen the beautiful waves of blue and white coming towards me with an accompaniment of fresh salt water air. The air pushing back my black and brunette hair as I stand confidently waiting for the gust of water to hit my knees almost as hard as my mother hit mine on the plane. After, a while we had to leave due to the tide was hitting to hard against time current from a near by storm coming

I recall in vivid detail the scenery around us as we embarked on our perilous journey down the Nantahala. We arrived at the drop-off point in the early afternoon the next day. The sweet smell of fresh pine trees was floating in the air and a soft midsummer breeze was brushing against our faces. After receiving

The sound of the emerald green ocean water crashing against the shores filled my ears. Children ran along the shore, smiling from ear to ear while laughing amongst each other clearly enjoying their day. Some people were searching contently for sea shells, that were visible for miles. I looked out at the ocean, it stretched out far into the horizon; as far as my eyes could see. There were jetty’s that were perfectly placed within the ocean. I could smell the salt radiating off of the water. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I dashed into the ocean I’d been waiting for for the past

I headed out to the water after setting up my towel. The shock of the frigid water took my breath away and I was momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recovered; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. I waded a few feet into it before leaning forward and swimming out. I didn't dare to go too far though, instead turning to swim parallel to the shore. I was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I looked into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. Just when I was starting to get tired and wanted to go back to the shore, I saw something.

I took the plunge, stepping out of the known and falling into the unknown that is travel. I had never left the breezy state of Ohio, but here I was, packed up and getting ready to board a flight to the beautiful Hatteras Island. Hatteras was far, much farther away than I had ever been from my home. I slept most of the plane ride in fear that I would be sick in front of everyone. Crammed in between a large man who decided both armrest were his and a small elderly women who spent the entire flight flipping through a book of pictures, I let my head lazily hang to one side and drifted off into the darkness of my sleep. I was awoken by the same large man hacking up what seemed to be his lung, pancreas, spine, and PhD into my face. I looked across the frail old lady out the window and took in my current surroundings. Everything hit me at once, the beauty of the earth around me suddenly became less blurry as I watched out my circular airplane window down at the sandy beaches of Hatteras. I got off the flight, went into the air conditioned beach house, and unpacked my suitcase.