Personal Narrative-Pour

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

It was a cool November day, in the middle of Afghanistan. As a medic, I was sitting outside my make shift aid station with one of my buddies sharing stories about home. We hear a loud explosion right outside of the wire. I looked up and could see the cloud of smoke billowing up from about two hundred meters away. Not knowing how bad the situation was, I grabbed a few of my soldiers, our translator and my aid bag and ran straight to the smoke. When we got there, a group of civilians were huddled around a group of people who were yelling, screaming and crying. The translator found out that a group of three men and three children were walking around a field when one of the children stepped on a mine. One of my soldiers grabbed the mine

I started playing volleyball in 3rd grade. My dad wanted me to play because my sister also played. It was my first day being a 3rd grader and my dad told me I should get into volleyball. From there I wasn’t sure if I wanted to play. I watched my sister play every game and it looked like it was hard so I didn’t think I could do it.

Sunshine. Endless amounts of fun. Water. It was about that time again, summer! My favorite season, no school and my birthday was in it. This summer was especially great, my dad was coming home he was in the military and I hadn't seen him in eight months. It was about a regular summer day with my family, when my parents thought of heading down to the beach. I was thrilled this beach was one of my favorite places to go in the summer. It was not only just a beach but, it also had a large park with big blue swings, a tennis court, and large grass area for people to have picnics. And were the beach and the park split of there were tall ginormous rocks so people could watch the boats and ocean. I was so excited and on top of that my mom told me that

It was a dark August, Monday morning in Saline, Michigan and it started with this.

When I found out I was moving I was terrified. It was the year of 2009 and I was only eight years old. It was me, my mom, and my three older brothers. We were moving from a tiny town in Bastrop called Beekman all the way to Sterlington. Who knew this would have been the most terrifying and exciting moment of my life as an eight year old girl.

I crossed the channel in the hull of a steamer ‘Le Brochet’. I went via La Havre because it was cheaper, but it meant the journey took two days all up. That was a miserable time. Stowed in the fetid saloon of the ship, I was ill throughout the trip. All I remember of the crossing is claustrophobic darkness, punctuated by occasional groaning. Almost a hundred and fifty other third class passengers accompanied me in the saloon. It cost less than a cabin, and so the saloon attracted the motley poor like a free Church lunch. In the squalid space there was just enough room to lie down. I passed the journey with a bucket next to my head, into which I periodically retched. I was in good company; almost all the saloon dwellers were likewise occupied. We weren’t allowed on deck – only passengers with a cabin could go above. While they restored themselves in the fresh air, we remained in the stifling dark below. Slowly time ebbed away below deck. Bucket in hand, vomit in bucket. Sweaty darkness all around.

Jakob and I haven’t talked since then. Mormor comes to visit sometimes, but whenever I’m in the same room as him he just glares at me. Something in him changed that day, I just didn’t know what. I’ve tried to distant myself from him, but Lunenburg is a small town, and we’re neighbours, so it’s rather difficult.

Helene has taken ill Clémence, and although healers are attending to her needs, I cannot help but still be left with this anxiety ... My own Mother and sister have not cared to have taken the time to write me with this information, and while you truly have my thanks for making me aware of this situation, I am still left to wonder why.

Police sirens blare in the distance. They are close; too close for comfort, but Lexi has no choice; she has to walk home. Without a car, what was she to do? Call a cab? Ask a friend? Any option besides walking home was burdensome and she couldn’t be bothered with them, so she walked. She had just finished her shift at the Tap House, where she worked as a waitress. She was exhausted. All she wanted to do now was crawl into bed and go to sleep.

I rubbed my well rested eyes, crawled out from under my warm, cozy covers and stretched my replenished body. It was a sunny, Friday morning, and the air was thin. I walked into the living room: Our living room is your average sitting area, two couches and two chairs. I found my brother sitting on one of the two couches, looking pale and haggard. As I walked toward my brother, he seemed to be slightly apprehensive. I paused for an abrupt second and I suddenly felt as if I had entered a scene of one of Nicholas Sparks’ many tragic, heartfelt movies. I didn’t paused for long because tears started rolling down my cheeks. And now all I’m thinking is, he can’t be gone?

I know there is no excuse for my poor academic performance this past quarter, however even with that in mind, I ask for one more opportunity. I am aware that I am just one of thousands of students in the university and, like all the other students here, am here because I want to make something of myself. I am not asking of another opportunity solely because it is an option for me at this point in time, I’m asking because I know that I am capable of performing a lot better than what I did last quarter. My performance was a demonstration of a naïve nineteen-year-old girl. I was an intern with College Works Painting (CWP) as of spring break this year. This internship devoured about twenty to thirty hours of my week and included all weekends of

Waking up that cool spring morning and remembering what day it was, I jumped out of bed excitedly. I ran down the stairs to pack my lunch for the day, I thought was going to be amazing, after I finished my lunch I go and get dressed. It was supposed to be a warm spring day so I dressed according to the weather. After I got dressed, ate my breakfast, did my hair, and brushed my teeth, I ran to the car and jumped in. My Mom drove me to school and dropped me off saying “I love you and have a good day!” I said back, “Bye Mom, I love you too!” I quickly walked up to the school and seeing my friends all standing in the gym I ran up to them greeting them and all talking about how great the day would be! They told us to partner up for the bus ride

I see myself: a young girl, maybe 3 years old, with her brother, an older, darker-haired boy with his arm wrapped around her. Behind us, a park. Our hair is a tangled mess, and from our windbreakers I can guess it is a windy fall day. Even though I don’t remember this photo being taken, I could tell you exactly what we did that day. On a late-fall Saturday in Virginia, my dad hauled his tackle box, my brother’s Spider-Man and my Tweety bird fishing rods as well as his own to 301 Park down the road from the first home I’d live in as a child. A typical day at that park would go like this for toddler-aged Peyton: fuel up with a Capri-Sun and Little Bites muffins, cast the rod. Reel in a leaf or two, pout in jealousy of the tiny fish my brother could catch. Take a break from fishing to feed the geese. Get bit by the geese. Take a break from feeding the geese by swinging on the swings. Down another Capri-Sun.

On Monday morning dark brown haired Molly was getting ready to go out.While preparing she thought about where she wanted to go. Molly decided she would go to the Mall,she texted one of her friends to go shopping with her.Her friend agreed,they decided to meet at the Mall at 12:00.While she was getting her wallet to go clothes shopping, she saw five dollars was missing from her wallet.Molly wondered who could of taken five dollars from her wallet if she was in her bedroom the whole time.Molly decided to check her wallet again in case she misplaced the five dollars.She checked her driver’s license if she put the money there.She didn’t find it there,so she decided to check her money pocket in case she misplaced the five dollars in there.