Personal Narrative: Putting Out The Trash

Power, It surged through my veins as I took her life. I felt no remorse only happiness. Soon they would understand. I know they will. I stared down at her lifeless body. Time to take my trophy. I grabbed my little letter opener and cut out a small portion of her silky golden hair, tucking away the lock in a small bag and putting it in my box along with the others. Oh, I almost forgot, I set the little orange, now empty, bottle next to her. Now for the not so fun part the letter. I took my gloved hand and grabbed her limp one, placing it on the pencil once that was done I began to forge “ her” letter. Dear family and friends i’m sorry it had to end this way but I could no longer endure the pain… I started. I’ve been wearing a mask for so long and I was so tired I couldn’t truly be me… I love you all goodbye Winter ❤❤❤. Done I have studied her handwriting for so long now it feels so natural as i sign her signature. I kept imagining everyone's reaction oh they would be devastated and so confused on how they didn’t catch the “signs”. This feeling was so euphoric, I felt truly alive if for only a short moment. Anyways I got to get to calculus see you next time xoxo Angelo della Morte.

Everything in life happens for a reason. Every experience, whether it be good or bad, can teach a lesson. We all have to deal with mistakes, tragedies, and failures. Being able to learn from them is an essential principle for personal and professional growth. Our experiences add character to our personalities and mold us into who we are. They can make or break a person. For me, it was both. I believe that the lessons I learned through my mistakes have prepared me in becoming an accurate representation of what it means to be a Price College of Business student.

The Festival return to Greenfield, MA after being in Turner Fall, MA for a couple of years. I had never been in the Art Block, but found one of their stages The Wheelhouse one to be inmate setting like you what you might find in a coffeehouse. I heard Julia Cira sing on that stage and she had a beautiful voice. One that I like much better than Rosie Porter. It's just a good one to have for ballads. Its a strong one. She plays an electric guitar as well as sings. She was accommodate by a man on drum set and another young woman on an electric guitar. That woman played it well. I listen to her sing a couple of songs and she sang beautifully each time. According to her, They were doing full on rock songs and they sound like very nice quality

"it" couple in high school and still to this day, him and I do not know why. People always asked about us and spread rumors wondering if we were going to break up soon, because it was too good to be true since I rejected him

On a three-one pitch to lead off the third inning I received a fastball right down the middle of the plate. After making solid contact with my bat, the ball turned right back around heading for the left field fence and cleared it by twenty feet. This resulted in my first home run of the season and possibly the farthest ball I ever hit. Although I enjoy many other hobbies, baseball outshines them all.

She glances down the aphotic alley where a few of her coworkers exit their workplace. Taking a deep breath, a musty scent occupies her nostrils. She looks to her left at the damaged dark green dumpster; the ebony lip is wide open and garbage is protruding from it. She tilts her head backwards and views the starry ski congested with silver clouds. Rain drops continuously collide with eyes; in an instant, they are flooded with rain and her vision is distorted. She looks back down and creeps a few feet diagonally towards the dumpster. The scattered tree branches snap underneath her size seven feet and elicit a worried expression upon her face. She shifts the Smith & Wesson nine millimeter handgun from her sweaty right hand to her non dominant

Growing up as a teenager you go through many obstacles. Some face more difficult ones than others. One of the many obstacles most teenagers go through is finding your comfort zone, and being able to step out of it at times. Many people including me are skeptical about crossing their line of comfort. These past four years I have had a lot of growth, and most of the experiences have had to do with me finding myself outside my comfort zone.

The fire was only forty percent contained. It was coming for a small town in Grant County, Grand Coulee Dam. Watching the fire, not knowing how fast a wildfire spreads. Praying we wouldn't have to leave our home. Ten hours we sat at home just watching and waiting. We had no idea of what was coming, my dad just got home from work. Still waiting not knowing what was coming we sent him to go get dinner about a mile away.

Moving, a word that is dreaded by many and instills anxiety at the moment it is heard. Moving means picking up your entire life and starting a new life somewhere else. It could be a mere minutes away to a new house, or hours away to a new state. Your whole world is changed, everything that was ‘normal’ no longer is, and you are in a new place with new faces. You are now an outsider. Growing up, I was accustomed to moving because my father was in the Marine Corps. Contrary to popular belief, just because I moved a lot does not mean it got easier each time. Every move was different and I had to deal with certain things unique to each move. However, there is one specific move that presented me with a rather large obstacle. That move being my

Everyone experiences multiple failures, both big and small, during their lifetime. At any given point in life, a person can point out what they think was their biggest failure. That perspective will continue to change as they grow older and hopefully wiser. I’m still young, so I’m reasonably sure I haven’t experienced my biggest failure yet, but one big failure I made dramatically changed my outlook on life. Although some people might view this event as more of an unfortunate accident than anything else, I still consider the experience a failure to learn from.

What is the only cause of death in the top 10 in America that can not be cured, prevented or slowed down? Its Alzheimer’s and it’s a terrible disease not only because of what it does to the victim but also what the family has to go through. My grandfather was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, I would go visit him in the hospital every day until this one time it just got to hard, it tore me up on the inside and it changed my view on life for a while.

On a normal,sunny day after school school,I hopped off of the yellow-orange school bus and walked home.When I got to my house ,my parents greeted me and then said,”Mia,we have to move in about three months.”My heart dropped like an apple from a tree.I was filled with dejection.

“You and I were probably never meant to be, but I loved every second I spent with you” is a saying that comes to mind when I think of my first real boyfriend, my first real love. Because of my attraction to him I spent two years putting my all into a relationship that I never expected would end in devastation. I was 15 and a sophmore in highschool and thought I understood human nature. How wrong I was. Let me explain what caused my first heartbreak.

We often hear that failure is the key to success; each mistake teaches us something. Something for us to learn by experience, something that no one can warn you about. Mistakes often give you valuable life lessons that can only be learned in the hard way. Mistakes are a part of being human. It shows that you are weak, reckless and sometimes out of control. There is so much we can all learn from our mistakes, and if we can see the mistakes we made as lessons rather than mistakes, we will realize the beauty in encountering them the along the harsh journey. After all, we are all perfectly imperfect.

Since I was 12-years-old, my dad drilled the following three rules into my head: boys are dumb, drugs are bad, and stay out of bars- regarding both jail and alcohol. I did not know it at the time, but I should have abided by my dad’s “rules”. When I started my freshman year of high school, the first rule was incredibly hard to listen to. Though I had never been in a real relationship until the end of my junior year, I went through my fair share of douche bag “flings” up until that point. These flings taught me what not to look for in a man, because each resulted in me feeling really awful about myself. So awful that I did not know how I could go on some days. But, I would not be where I am today without those douche bags. They dropped me onto the path of another soul who was just as lost as I was.