Personal Narrative: Seeing Into The Life Of A Place

Where I come from it's taking pride in your yard, knowing every single one of your neighbors, and leaving doors unlocked because there isn’t a thing to worry about. I find comfort in that small town feel, and I am more than proud to be from good ol’ Warrenton, Indiana. Here, we are just a wee bit shy of being big enough to be on a map, but we have a name and we have town lines. Within those lines nearly two hundred people have found a home, and thanks to Mr.Dave Gruible our community is steadily flourishing. There are now three subdivisions on the rise in addition to the church, salon, family restaurant, and campgrounds that nestled into the area years ago.

One thing that does not interest me anymore is going outside. I used to always love going outside but not anymore that is like the top uninterested thing i'm into rite now. When i was a kid i loved going outside, after i got older i only go outside on the daily-bases now that i'm more mature.When i get in trouble my parents make me go outside for my punishment. Outside is just not interested to me

The setting of the story takes place in Faulkner’s make believe city of Yoknapatawpha, Mississippi. In a house that was once owned by the late Elder Grierson. When the townspeople finally enter the room upstairs that “no one had seen in forty years” (Faulkner, Section 5), they are stunned by the condition of Emily’s once grandeur house. Furthermore, the house that once set on the “most select street” (Faulkner, Section 1) was now surrounded by garages, cotton gins and was the only house left on the street. Although, once described as “a big, squarish frame house that had once been white, decorated with cupolas and spires and scrolled balconies” (Harris), it is apparent that along with the family name, the family home had been on a downward spiral for many years.

I was never going to sell it. My father taught me you never sell land. That’s why we have to buy Uncle Jim’s land. We have to keep it in the family.’ ‘You mean you own land worth a million dollars?’ I was thunderstruck. All those years in Welch with no food, no coal, no plumbing, and mom had been sitting on land worth one million dollars?” (Walls 273)

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of

As one drives up the California coast, they will begin to notice several things. First, the general atmosphere shifts. The further north they travel from Los Angeles palms and golden beaches, the cities begin to lose their positive, sunny vibes. They go from beach villas to industrial apartments to suburban neighborhoods to run down harbor towns. The positive emotional vibrations emitted from such architecture slowly surrenders its grip on its surroundings to a grim, hopeless one. As new, booming cities fade into sleepy and ancient villages only occupied by drunken sailors and lost tourists, the traveler will soon realize they are in a much less pleasant place as where they originated their journey.

Around two or three years ago my family and I had to move houses. Moving was sudden and we didn't know it was going to happen. This made moving out and into the other house a lot harder. Since we were moving so fast somethings we just decided to leave behind with the person that was still living there. We got most things with us but one thing that we did leave back in the old place was our living room tv. Since we had just moved and my family isn't rich my mom said we couldn't go get a new one for some time. This sucked because I used the tv a lot for watching show, movies, and playing games just like the rest of my family did. Having a tv wasn't something we needed at all but it was always something to do when you were bored and there was no other things to do. Another big thing was my grandma had just gotten us a new playstation 3 and now we weren't able to used it at all because there was no television. Not having a tv was bummer for me and I thought it was a huge problem when it really wasn’t.

Moving, for many people, can be a difficult process. A lot of the time kids have to switch schools and deal with the challenge of making new friends and getting used to everything new. Since my parents divorced when I was five years old, I can remember living in many different homes. My mother would rent out a place, live there for a few months, then meet a new guy and move on. For years, I hoped to myself that my mom and dad would get back together, like Nick and Elizabeth Parker from “The Parent Trap.” I knew, however, deep down that such a thing just couldn’t happen. My four siblings and I were dragged along, forced to go with the flow and adapt as quickly as possible. Up till she married her second husband, Tony. As young as I was,

William Hulbert Gaither bought 875 acres of land and built the Gaither house around 1850. In 1881 he deeded the house to his wife, and in 1890 he died. His wife, Cecilia, moved her and her son to Covington in 1906. However, they kept the plantation. Many grandchildren and great-grandchildren of William Gaither remembered happy memories on the plantation. However, in 1921 the Gaither family had to declare bankruptcy

WASHINGTON — Last month I spoke on a panel here, organized by the Historical Society of Washington, about how local authors like me use “place” in our work. The building where the panel was held — the Carnegie Library, a gleaming Beaux-Arts structure gifted to the city a century ago by the industrialist Andrew Carnegie — has become the latest sign of Washington’s gentrifying times: Apple recently released plans to convert the building, long a civic space, into a lavish retail store.

While I was living in Mexico with my mom; I would like to explore our backyard with my dog Jack. Our backyard looked like it was like a jungle / mountain. My house was on the top of one hill and the rest of the yard was below us so I would have to walk down this trail if I wanted to be down there. It was full of humongous trees covering the skies; we also had mango trees and coconut trees. I liked to walk all the way to the bottom with Jack because there was a little lake and when we would dig; we would dig up some see through shrimp.

Four days, three days, two days, it's tomorrow. Although I have been counting down to this date, it is ludicrous how fast the days have gone. As I make my way to the venue I look out the window of the car and think to myself how much I am going to enjoy this night. It is the sight of an exaggerated amount of teenage angst immaculately aligned outside in the freezing cold.

When I hear the phrase capturing life I automatically think all about people. Specifically the time spent with the people around you. I hold the belief that every day that is spent on this earth is another day to spend with your friends and loved ones. Furthermore; I also believe this photo I chose fully captures that my reason is that when I saw my best friend, and her sister on the couch I reminded of all the beautiful moments just like that I had with her and my own family. I probably captured moments everyday filled with these relationships however, I never thought anything of it until this Essay. Every time you take a photo of a person you’re preserving them in a certain moment of their life. So each photo, even if it’s insignificant,

I have a confession to make. I do not play multiplayer first person shooters. To be more accurate, I don’t play multiplayer at all if I can help it. I’m the sort of gamer that likes to keep to himself. Gaming for me is about escaping the real world for a few hours and becoming someone other than my normal self. I find I best achieve this in vast, open-world RPG’s and strong story driven games. I find if I am playing an MMO game like World of Warcraft and MamaMia66 comes across my path, this kinda breaks the immersion for me.