Personal Narrative: Putting Out The Trash

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

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.

Art is an incredible medium when used to its fullest potential. What I mean by that is; it has the capabilities to surround the viewer with its imagery and play with the emotions. Paintings are particulary effective in doing this through the use of color tones and ‘temperature’. For example; El Greco used a lot of blue and green throughout his body of work. The outcome is that the subject matter comes off as ghostly and perhaps a little alien. This is in high contrast to Georgia O’Keeffe’s desert paintings, which utilise reds, yellows, and browns to create a ‘warm’ and appealing landscape.

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.

I visited my long distance boyfriend a few times after he came out of the hospital. He was very different from the man I knew before. He became sullen, introspective and worst of all violent toward me. Over a year his behaviour toward me became worse. After one particular WhatsApp conversation I couldn’t take it anymore and I broke it off. Two and a half years wasted on a man who, at one moment, treated me like a queen, and at another, nearly broke my spirit.

The disappointments of life are the most illuminating of all experiences. These occurrences tend to be the main source of change in a person’s character. Instead of letting catastrophe shape me for the worse, I allow my experiences to teach me.

Divine communication is the contact between a higher power and a civilian and can be seen in many works of literature throughout the ages. Divine communication comes in many forms such as oracles, prophets and direct communication with God. In The Bible, on many occasions, the reader can see individuals having direct contact with God while in Oedipus the King, divine communication comes in the form of oracles and prophets. These two works of literature have contrasting uses of divine communication that help reflect the differing societies in each work.

I was fortunate enough to come up in the music industry at a time when the competition was fierce. But in my experience, the camaraderie and support amongst fellow songwriters, musicians and music industry professionals was equally intense. I’ve often joked with friends by referring to music row in Nashville as an island of misfits. Moreover, it’s a place where there is a concentration of like-minded creative people who, more often than not, support each other. I can’t speak to the previous generation, but I have heard several music row veterans, espouse that this atmosphere of healthy competition and strong support for one another was even more prevalent back “in the day”. It’s just my opinion

Thoughts racing though my head of every excuse in the book of what I was going to tell my boss. Should I say I had an appointment or that my dog got sick? Or should I even go out on a limb and tell him I am sick? Or maybe I should tell him the truth which is always the best option. It was my second day on the job and was already panicking about being late. My jeep had broke down and the battery wouldn’t start.

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.

Yesterday I put away food that the staff had got cater from a drug rep. Then I cleaned the mess that was left on the counters. I also washed and clean the area. Also today I put away food that was leftover from yesterday. Then I cleaned and washed the table.

At a very young age, I began making my own decisions and putting myself first. After my parents got divorced, my mom decided to move. The move wasn't small. In fact, it was a very large one. We were moving halfway across the world. I did not understand why we had to move but I knew my mom would always make the best decisions for our family. First, it seemed cool when I was telling everybody. But then it hit me hard, knowing that I wasn't going to see my friends and family for a very long time. At the age of eight, I did not understand what was going on. I felt like I was out of the loop. I was going to have to make new friends and meet new people even though I did not know the language. Even when it came to finding something to eat, we did not know how to order food. It was a great struggle that was hard to overcome.

Lesson’s can be learned from everything traumatic experiences or good experiences. Some it takes one time to learn the lesson for me it take a few. Although it helped to learn; it wasn't the best way to actually learn it. But now I can say that it was the only true way to experience it.

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

Fairy tales tell us that once upon a time a girl met a boy; they fell in love, and lived happily ever after. Reality is not that simple. Long-term relationships force couples to get to know each other, involve themselves in each others’ worlds, fight through the hard times, and eventually develop deeper connections as noted through distinctive stages of Knapp’s relationship model. Although I have dated the same person for over two years, our communication through relationship stages makes it seem as though I am now dating a different person than the one I met years ago. Following dissolution and subsequent repair, I realize the most exhilarating of roller coaster rides develop through sets of ups and downs, much like the