Personal Narrative: Recalling: A Personal Experience

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

“Okay sounds good.” I say and wave while I walk with the paramedic. We get in the car, and start driving down the mountain. We get to the hospital 30 minutes later, and we get in and the paramedic explains what happened, and they take me a room right away. The doctor walks in a few minutes later, and he starts asking me basic questions. Like what happened, where did it happen, whom were you with, wtc...We then walk to another room which was the x-ray room. The doctor takes a couple x-rays to see what had happened. He walks out of the little room within the x-ray room with a folder in his hand. He has a somewhat saddened, and disappointed look on his face. He walks over to me and shows me the x-rays… I look at them, and i’m not sure what i’m looking for. But i can tell it’s not

On February 27th, a plane heading to San Jose with five people on it suddenly crashed in southern California. The two houses it landed on immediately erupted into flames because of the jet fuel. Luckily, no one was in those houses, however three out of the five were killed on the plane, while the survivors just had injuries. The people on the plane had consisted of a husband, wife and three teenagers going home from a cheerleading competition at Disneyland Adventure Park. The competition is suspected to be the Jr. USA Nationals, but unfortunately will not be a celebration to them anymore. The names of the people have not been released at this moment. Many bystanders of the crash have taken to social media to share the horror of what has happened. Undoubtedly, the passengers will never be the same again.

“Casey, your group needs to do the stunt one more time!” coach said imprudently. It happened March 26, 2015; it was at the end of a two hour practice. During the summer months in South Georgia, it is utterly hot and humid, especially in our cheer gym (a warehouse with no air conditioner); it only has two heavy-duty fans and a roll-up door. With this in mind, my group became slightly irritated. Everyone was exhausted; nevertheless we still had to do the stunt anyway.

I’m fairly new to the adult romance genre, and after reading a few that I adored I got a blogger friend of mine to give me some recommendations. On her list of recommendations for romances that are more rom-com was Melissa Foster’s The Real Thing. This was my first Melissa Foster book and I absolutely loved it! I’m so glad I decided to pick up this one as one of my first picks. he Real Thing takes place in a small town called Sugar Lake and features Zane and Willow who have a somewhat complicated history. I loved that they technically started out as friends and kept in touch all those years before getting together as it just made their chemistry and relationship all the more steamier and swoonier. And while the fake relationship trope was used

I didn't sleep the next night, for something was missing, something that I have longed for ever since I killed the old man, I know it wasn't the fact that I missed him, but it might have been the adrenaline that I experienced as I killed him, and even after, when I was dismembering his limbs. Was that it? It must have been. I fear that insanity is advancing upon me. I must satisfy my craving for the kill. But with who? It must be someone who won't ever possibly be remembered. Course in this part of town just the littlest thing, like Mrs. Jones breaking her one of a kind Russian doll, will be observed with much care. If I choose to purge upon this town I must work surreptitiously. And that's what I will do.

It had been dark, and looking back at it, Magnolia could see how her intentions had easily been misinterpreted. After all, manipulating gigantic chunks of metal around a room with what appears to be a stick would be quite uncanny, especially for one who is not used to magic. -------------------------------------------------------------------

One of the Events/ Memory I chose was one from my Childhood. The memory I chose was when I was younger. I chose this memory because Elementary School used to be fun to me and I used to enjoy playing games with my friends. The song I chose was Party Rock Anthem. I chose this song because whenever I think of Elementary School that was the songs the kids I hung out with listened to and we all used to dance to this and stuff like that.

“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry’s room.” — these are the words that framed my childhood. Unlike other children, who were raised to spend time playing outside, I was raised alongside a young British wizard with a scar on his forehead and a penchant for finding trouble. Of course, the adventures of Harry Potter are not actually fact; however, to a boy gleefully resting on his mother’s lap their authenticity was never in question. I can still remember so many things about the way that she would read to me on those lazy Sunday afternoons. Entranced by her soft voice rising and falling as each syllable passed over her lips, I sat and dreamed for endless hours.

It was a warm sunny day in May, and it was almost the end of the school year. Bus 1995 was full of annoying and yelling kids.

It all started my senior year of high School, we knew this season would be rough considering we lost eight seniors on the varsity basketball team. Five of which all started every game of the year. We knew we had a tough road ahead of us but looking back we never realized just how tough it was going to be. There were three seniors going into the 2016 girls’ varsity basketball season including me. And only one returning varsity player that wasn’t a senior. We ended up with me as the only starting senior, a junior, two sophomores’, and a freshman. The other teams probably thought our coach was crazy to say the least.

When one survives an apocalypse the world around them is bound to have changed since they lived a normal life. In the first few months of survival you will remember your past like it was yesterday, because it hasn’t been too long since it was yesterday. As the months go on, though, I expect you would find the memory of your past world and life starting to drift away. That’s why, as my first non-survival item I would take with me during the apocalypse, I would be bring the book “Fangirl”. The book tells the story of college freshman, Cath, who is a fan of a famous fictional book series. Although I adore the book and it’s plot, that would not be the reason I would bring it with me. I would bring it with me to remind

Recalling my life as a junior in high school does not give me a great deal to look back on. But one intent that has always stood out to me, even as a young girl, is to have a positive impact on someone's life and make a difference, whether big or small. But semi-recently, my maturing mind and actions did not understand the difference between a positive or negative impact on a friend's happiness. After too long of a time not discerning my mistake of using bullying to change this friend, I finally recognized the negative impact that my actions were causing. This led me to search for a new course of action to mend my mistake. My then 15-year-old mind eventually understood that the words used as an attempt to fix a very close friend did nothing

As an altogether functional human being, I can deduce that making mistakes come as naturally as breathing air. Therefore, I'm aware that numerous people would utilize this do-over to rectify a life-changing blunder. Often taken for granted, our successes and failures give us an indispensable opportunity to learn from. For the most part, I can say that I’m satisfied with the experience I have gained through my past. Therefore, if there existed a possibility of a do-over to change any point in my life, it would be a rather inconvenient option for me. I'm distinctive because of the choices I've made, setting me apart from the rest. In addition, I've come to learn more from my mistakes than from my successes. My failures remind me not to repeat

As I began to examine and analyze my years in school and ways that I have studied, learned and memorized, I have come to the conclusion that I have tried many of the mnemonic techniques and specific memory tricks that we learned about in the readings throughout this module. I believe that I have found the most effecting way for me personally, but it has taken years of trial and error for me to find what works best for me. I believe that there in not a single way that is the best way to study, learn, and memorize because each individual is different and learns to their own specific techniques and strategies. I have tried just about any way of studying, and while there is not one way that I repeatedly use, I have come to find the most effective ways for different subjects for me to excel to the