Personal Narrative: The Alluring Mead Valley

Me, Ava, Korryn, Ali, Olyvia, Bailey, and Sophie were on the way to valley fair. The loud and crowded car ride was filled with music, laughter and Sophie screaming! We got some drinks and snacks along the way and played pranks on the people that our nanny Bailey went to highschool with. About 2 hours later we were there and waiting in line to get wristbands. When we finally got our wristbands we walked in the gates of Valley Fair.

The first time I saw you, your smile mesmerized me and your laugh practically incapacitate my organism. Your mysterious eyes so profound that no conceivable mean to decipher the schema that your emotion unveil. The thought of you laughing right now can moisten the Mojave Desert; the echo of your voice is a manifestation equivalent to billions of neurotransmitters flushing into my hypothalamus at the speed of light. It enrages all the serotonin within my anatomy that I didn't know has existed. Now you know. And with silence, you have stolen my heart and every endogenous elements in my body. The thought of you has organically saturate the dopamine which will soon speed to my nuclei--everlastingly in my raphe core. The thought of you like testosterone

I was so nervous to go into a convince store to buy a coke or a water or some food while tripping on acid. But I didn’t have any other choice after I ran out of food in my pockets and water in my bottles – so I eventually convinced myself that I wasn’t that high, and Adam and I stopped at a convince store to buy what we needed. I kept my sunglasses on and the kind old man behind the counter looked like he knew what was up, but I was so thrashed and my mind was swirling around like blender blades, so I wasn’t entirely sure. All was well though, as I handed the man behind the counter cash, got back my change, grabbed my granola bar and can of coke, and started to be on my way. Then, as I turned to exit the store,

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.

Over my spring break I was lucky enough to get to go to Florida with my college baseball team and I got to see one if the most beautiful baseball stadiums in the US, JetBlue Park. I got to watch Florida Gulf Coast take on Florida State at JetBlue Park, which is used as a spring training field for the Boston Red Sox. My initial thought of the field is it’s almost exactly like Fenway Park with the same field layout, the big green monster in left field. Which surprised me because this was only a spring training field, very few games will be played or broadcasted here. This ballpark was unexpectedly nice and an experience I will never forget.

Have you ever been in a situation where you didn’t think you could do it? Well I have many times and I’m going to write about a time during Rodeo when I didn’t think I was going to be able to do well in goat tying.

Hwy. 395, past a marker grandma green church of my childhood. Our post Ironman week was less than typical. Hence, we are home turning over flagging remnants of overgrown August herbs, a plethora of scarlet blistering shishito peppers, and multi colored bells, discovering another garden dinner in the doing. My mother often made stuffed bell peppers which began with blanched, whole peppers full of ground beef, bread crumbs, bacon, and raw Minute Rice which magically cooked the tiny white bits as they bathed in bubbling stewed tomatoes topped with American cheese. Sixty years later, my sister and I reminiscence about those delicious packages of meatloaf and buttery new

Humans are animals. Even as developed, personalized, and intelligent as we are, we share a deep connection with every living thing. However, many of the problems in the world result from the human belief that technology is more powerful and can replace the serene, perfect essence of nature. I believe that a connection with nature can heal wounds and help humans find balance in their lives.

I don’t remember much, I just remember not wanting to leave. The place I would be spending the rest of my life I had only visited a few times. I, only being two at the time, was absolutely terrified of moving. Moving. It seemed like the worst possible thing that could’ve happened then. At first, when we left, it felt the same as the last time I had gone there. Then the realization that I would be gone forever kicked in, and the fact that this time, my dad wasn’t coming with us. Just my mom and I.

West Virginia has always been a part of my life, although I am not a resident. When I think of the state the first things that come to mind are college, beauty, and friends. My family has had ties for many years to West Virginia. My mother attended West Virginia Wesleyan College and my relation to the state grew stronger when I chose to attend WVWC. In the past three years I have become enamored with the state and all it has to offer. The pure, wild, beauty of the state is something I will never forget. From orienteering to the top of Spruce Knob with other students in the honor’s program to white water rafting the lower Gauley River with my roommates, I have enjoyed exploring West Virginia. During my time in West Virginia I have learned more

It’s been a long time since I’ve hiked in this canyon. I found reverence in Cliff Canyon form the clear blue stream that extended for miles, jagged cliffs along the side, the wintery crystal white snow that allowed such a picturesque view, and the clear air. In the heat of winter, I expected the weather to be cold but not chilling as it was at the moment. Regrettably, I didn’t think I would need a coat considering, Cliff Canyon is literally in my back yard. As I advanced up the canyon, the weather began to change. It went from being simply dirt cold to cloudy followed by a mild snow shower.

Upon meeting with the SCCBOE this past weekend in Bluffton, we were told by the interim dean, Dr. Lawrence Gordon, that all candidates that were supply pastoring would need a letter of recommendation from their respective presiding elders in lieu of a letter from his/her pastor. On behalf on my brother, Rev. Damon Thornhill and myself, we would like to request a letter of recommendation. If anything is needed from either of us, please feel free to contact us at any

I was enjoying a nice fall day in October 2014 until my dad decided we would move to Incline Village because that where he worked. I’ve been to Incline Village before and I remembered it as a nice fresh place. I was sad because I didn’t want to leave my friends, but I was also really excited to move to a new school. Later that day my dad said, “Start packing your stuff.”

I grew up in a town called Happy Valley, located just outside of Portland, Oregon. A lot of people from outside of town look at the name and make some sort of joke, like "Is everyone happy there or something?" While it's impossible for there to be a place where absolutely everyone is happy, Happy Valley really had nothing wrong with it, and judging by its absence of negative attributes, I would consider it a decently happy valley. Oregon in general is a beautiful place, with a lot of lush greenery and fairly good weather, and Happy Valley was obviously no exception to Oregon's splendor.

Being someone who really enjoys hiking, I found this piece extremely relatable, providing the perfect words for what I feel on top of a mountain. In the first paragraph, Petrarch writes, “My only motive was the wish to see what so great an elevation had to offer. I have had the expedition in mind for many years; for, as you know, I have lived in this region from infancy…” which I found extremely interesting, and after really thinking about it, I think it’s a feeling everyone who hikes feels. I’ve lived in Maine for my entire life, and while I’ve seen a majority of the area from the ground, it’s a whole new town, whole new world, when you see it from a higher evolution. I remember the first time I hiked Bald Mountain in Weld, Maine; I was at