Personal Narrative: Sea Water

At first it was nice and calm till I looked down, and I was there shocked. There were so many sharks and sting rays. I looked up and kept swimming forward and telling myself nothing bad will happen to you Mhari, nothing. After calming down some I looked down and nothing that bad. I brought my head up and took a big

Early one morning I was very hungry waterso, I went looking for food. When suddenly I saw something strange above the Waters point so I jumped right into the action and said you go up to the top of the water when it started attacking me with spears and oars obviously I attacked back I mean I was scared and that's when two of the boats sank and most of the humans drowned. But, one of them escaped so i just let

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

I am known to be extremely clumsy. With that, it’s expected that I often end up in awkward situations. In the past I have called numerous teachers “Mom,” fallen down while walking up stairs, almost fallen off a cliff; and it can be assured there were many more instances where my embarrassing clumsiness had led me into awkward, sometimes life threatening, situations. One moment that stands out in particular takes place in every marine animal welfare activists’ “favorite” place, Sea World.

I was pretty hungry that afternoon, thought I would find something to eat outside of the cave. All I was expecting to find was a couple of clown fish, maybe a sea horse if I’m lucky, but never this thing!! I don’t even know what to call it, it was long, all black, and there were constantly bubbles coming out of it back. It had flippers and really big eye balls.

I run into the water and tumble into the waves. I feel them strongly hitting against me,I see my sister riding against the rough waves. I taste the salty sea water I got itchy sand all over I stood up just to be knocked back over.

Still, I was only fifty feet from the beach, but that's when everything went wrong. Something underneath whacked my board and I flipped out --- it was a skate; a tiny harmless version of a stingray that is very ruthless. It slammed into my board and I fell down to the bottom of the ocean and slammed into the sand. I was paralyzed for what seemed like 10 minutes it was actually 30 seconds, but I didn't have the energy to swim to the surface. I was drowning. I was only still 6 years old and I thought I was going to die. I was fighting the urge to let out the air in my lungs

My head raced as adrenaline rushed through my veins, I could feel fear. As I forced myself to jump, my feet lifted off the ground and the rocks from under me disappeared from under my feet and it seemed as if splash… My frail kind of chubby body hit the water and sent ripples through the water, as my head was swallowed whole by the water. My feet hit the slimy ground as it seemed to wrap around my feet attempting to trap me underwater . Franticly I kicked until I could breath again. I surfaced as my brother floated on the water “you're still a pussy”, he said in the bickering way brothers

We waited as the waves crashed back and forth on the rocks. As one wave drew back we boldly rushed forward. The lukewarm water slid over our skin and resisted the movement of our legs. Clambering on to the rocks just as the next waves came, we continued on, exploring the dips and cracks of the slippery cliffs. Lost in a world of our own, and confident in our agility as we climbed, it was awhile before we heard the calling of my mother. Was she telling us to turn back? It was hard to tell over the noise of the waves and the distance between us. We were so close we thought. But looking around we realized the tide was rising. The spray of the sea was making the rocks look slick and black despite their rough edges. The way back had just become a lot more dangerous. On top of that, we had to climb up a steep part of rocks to avoid going near the water and getting mercilessly smashed by waves. Looking up at the short jagged cliff, I was not super worried because I have been climbing a manner of things since as long as I remembered. But once on the face of the rock, I realized it was going to be harder than I expected. I hung on, my arms trembling from the weight of my body. I could hear the pounding of the waves

He was taciturn, knowing that if he called for help no one would hear except the sharks circling beneath his dangling feet. Looking down, he saw the monsters attack a large fish coming from the nearby coral reef. Mashing teeth made blood pour from the innocent animal, feeling as if he could hear the gruesome killing despite the crashing waves, a juxtaposition of what would soon happen once he couldn’t hold on any longer. Knowing he couldn’t call out, he began a soliloquy, making a plan for how he would get out of this situation and praying to anyone or anything that could save him. The colloquialism pushed him to try and climb just a little bit higher and he reached his right hand up to grasp the rock

He splashed me and laughed while passing over the shallow water of the sandbar. As he jumped off reaching for the sandy bottom, he submerged into the deep water on the backside of the sandbar. Time was passing and still no sign of him, I realized he was in trouble. I yelled to shore and then dove into the depths of the murky turbulence. I made it to the bottom and swam with the current until I felt my grandfather’s body, which was tied to the bottom by the current. I grasped my grandfather with all my strength and swam perpendicular to the current. We surfaced in the calm, his face bluish and

We always had five cars in my family when i was growing up. One was a Cadillac, standard of the world, my father would always remind us, a jeep, an Oldsmobile, v-8 ford that was equipped with duel carburetors, and some other brand like a Packard. The ford was a convertible and usually a bright red. He usually drove the ford for calls that he made to patients in their homes, and for driving between his two offices. His morning office was in Jerico and he went to Sheldon for the afternoon office hours. It was about eighteen miles of dirt and gravel road that separated the two offices, and driving over that road about 75-80 mph in a convertible would cause great clouds of dust that covered you and everything in the car.

It's just another painstaking day at the gym, a conglomeration of the din of exertion to the satisfying reverberation of metal clanging against metal. Striding confidently around the facility, it is effortless to ignore commiseration for the body, for clearly this must wait until the cycle is done. Reaped from all the interminable hours are of course substantial gains, and for this reason the cycle must change in order to maintain an impeccable physique. Accomplishing this goal is intrinsic enough, the system of exercises must be manipulated sporadically so as to avoid slipping into a constant routine of simplicity. Many variables are far from that manageable to govern. Too often people find themselves hopelessly adrift on whatever cycle life

My heart was pounding. I had been repeating the same motion for what seemed like hours. Guide the line, flip the line, roll the line, and repeat. My hands were shaky from holding the rod to tightly when I felt something yank the line. I held my breath in anticipation, as I waited to set the hook in the fish’s mouth. When I pulled back, the rod lurched forward with fish’s struggle to free itself from my hook. I steadied my legs that had been standing in the numbing river for hours, preparing for the fight to come. My reel started to whine as the fish swam, forcefully taking my line. I grabbed the reel stopping the fish and the noise, and began pulling the fish back. My adrenaline was pumping while I slowly reclaimed the line the fish took.

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.