Personal Narrative: The Act Of Personal Change

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I want to leave, I want to disappear. Not a vacation, but that spontaneous quick escape with no bothers, just an unrestricted trip to free the mind and enjoy the bits of silence. To go by car to see how the scenery around me changes as I kill the distance, while listening to my favorite music as loud as I can. Just shout out my lungs with my terrible singing. As the music plays, I will grab a book, which will get all my beliefs and views away. No matter what the book will be about. As long as it would get me away, away from here. There would be just me and the characters of the novel, who struggle, fight, and compete, while they face delight, pleasure, and glory. Every so often, I will stop at the cafes on the road to grab some food, which

When I walked into the store, I was greeted by the sales associate, Cathy. She came over and asked me how she can help me today. I replied that I was looking for a new mattress and was told by a co-worker that they had a new Sleep Number bed and I was interested in finding out about them. The associate asked me about my current mattress and what I was looking for in a new mattress. After I answered her questions, she led me over to the demonstration mattress and asked me to lie down. She gave me the demonstration and then asked me to come over to the m7 mattress and lie down on that mattress. The associate then demonstrated the adjustable frame of the m7. She then gave me the laminated pricing sheet and explained that there was a current

- my chest is going to collapse.. maybe more emotionally than physically but it all feels as if the pain is real and can always be felt.

Do you ever recall wanting to be an astronaut, a celebrity, or even a clown? These are some examples of what young children are thinking of accomplishing as career options. Being nonsensical is not the way to do, being realistic by far is the smartest thing to do.

Reading over your discussion post I have to say I agree with you 100%. Especially when you stated “just because they saw “black” people does not necessarily mean they were from Africa”. My reasoning for agreeing with this statement is because people come in many different shades of colors what made him so sure that they were African? Like I mention in my initial post I believe that his whole theory was based off of assumption. I think if he would’ve had more concrete information it would be more than just a theory.

It was a bright and sunny day on June 3, 1995. Such a good day that I was in the mood to become something different, something that no one would expect to become, but what I had in mind wasn’t what I was hoping for. It was nice out and Brandon and I had some unfinished business we needed to take care of. We got mad at each other earlier that day, got into a big fight and ended up messing up moms’ big day. On top of that, he blamed the whole thing on me which I can never forgive him for, but I can also never forget what happened to Brandon.

“Which way is it?” My desperate question receives a few muttered answers, but my brain lacks the ability to acknowledge them, as my fever prevents me from thinking clearly. The daylight wanes as each precious second passes by, making my hope of survival slowly diminish.

Island life is nice… if you don’t live it every day. I’m sure any teenager you ask born and raised on any small island like St. Thomas will tell you the same:There are barely any clothing stores, grocery prices are high, and the worst part: there are only two public high schools. The metaphor, a “big fish in a small pond” becomes real to you, especially one you enter middle school . After enduring this for about five years, I decided that I needed to leave St. Thomas ASAP for the sake of my education, my future and, most importantly, for my sanity. August of 2016 I boarded a plane headed northward to Georgia leaving my parents an empty nest early, to live with my aunt and uncle. Four hours from my new life, I was hit with the most agonizing realizations :I don’t know anyone. I don’t know how to act. Georgia? I don’t know her.

My Mom and I are on our way home on a late Sunday afternoon from shopping and soon getting ready for a great family dinner. We call my grandparents, “Hello! How are you doing honey?” They say to my mother as they don’t know I’m in the car and listening.

I was a flightless bird trapped in a cage, wings clipped and song subdued. I had no distinct purpose, nor was I understood. Home was a prison, not for the insane, but definitely for the emotionally abused. My voice was constantly being shut out; only the people who wanted to hear my words were listening. Despite the words wishing to come out, I found myself unable to speak them. Regardless, I found myself in a place of understanding, of hope, and of insight. My mother was the light that guided me through the endless darkness. Only when she was gone, did I truly find my voice again.

Everyone in this world has been affected by at least one person, event, and group which makes them who they are today. Throughout the fifteen years I've been on this earth I've constantly have been undergoing constant change. To this day I'm still changing in someway and I will always be changing physically and mentally. One phase in my life I remember a whole lot was when I was around twelve or thirteen years ago not quite long ago actually. During that time I had serious anger issues and I was very unstable every little thing would bug me and I would freak out violently. My mom seeked for help and this is where I met my therapist who help me change my life for the better without her I would probably be one of the rudest people that someone

It was a Wednesday afternoon, I was a Hostess at John Cutter’s Steakhouse in Las Vegas, Nevada. This had been my job for the past couple months since I had quit working at my first job. It was slow and quiet that day, the door was right next to the Hostess stand like most restaurants and all I heard was a family eating and discussing something uninteresting on the patio outside. My boyfriend got me that job; it made pretty good money for a 17-year-old. It was summer of 2015, July to be exact. Everything seemed content and I was happy at that moment, little did I know that was all going to change very soon.

The thought of why this was happening? Wondering how I was going to be okay. Why my mom was asking those weird questions? Why she was always sad? I never thought this would ever happen. It was something new. But the thing that killed me the most was how it all went down. My life is going to change either for the better or for the worst.

"If you find something really great, don't screw it up, don't mess it up, but hang onto it. You never know how and when it ends." This quote of Stana Katic's is so simple and so clear that the deeper meaning slips by people. I; however, have spent so long contemplating its meaning and how it applies to my life.