Personal Narrative: The Barber

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

This devil might seem powerful, but finally I had a power stronger than his. So I used it. Loading up my heart with prayer, I aimed it at the lost soul before me… Maybe because I was watching him so closely a funny thing started to happen. See devil I was so used to disappeared. (216-217)

The life of a young baseball player is a very enjoyable one. Baseball has always been my favorite sport, it requires the highest amount of concentration and mental strength. Physical strength is also required to be able to hit and throw the ball; these are all skills required that apparently my freshman year of highschool I did not posses. I had always believed that I had the necessary skills to play baseball and play it well. However, tryouts my freshman year proved me wrong.

This little scene was written as a response to a fanfic meme where NN wished for a scene with the Master, River Song and spanking and FF River Song and something kinky. In effect this is a missing scene from Sliding Down the Razorblades of Life and follows directly after the second chapter, Mid-Term. However, you don’t have to read the fic, just keep in mind that the Master has just told River that if she slaps him one more time she will get a good spanking. Guess what her response to that is?

I had a haircut today, at the downtown thrift barbershop as usual. The reason I go there is because I like its typical atmosphere. I remember there was a middle-aged man walked his dog into the shop when I was having my haircut this afternoon . “Hi, Bobby!’ every hairdresser said to that dog. Bobby nodded his head in response. At that moment, I think this place feels like

“How can I be good again? I just lost my wife and son in a car accident. There's nothing in life that can cheer me up. I have become an alcoholic who is now jobless.” I said. My Therapist, Dr. Newman, told me “Trust me, Mr. Smith. Only time can heal your wounds if you allow it to. Well, that's the end of the session, and I want to recall the accident that occurred so we can talk about it tomorrow.”

I told a massage therapist today that I haven’t had a lot of time for self-care because I have a three year old and a ten month old. She laughed and said on my behalf, “Self-care? WHAT’S THAT?!”

I couldn't take it anymore; the feeling of guilt and regret was too much to handle. I walked into that barber shop because I didn't expect to walk out of it alive. I don't deserve to live after killing so

The Hairy Elephant is a hair salon focused on kids. The entire salon is painted in bright colors. In the waiting area there is a train table and other toys, even a bookshelf with several books for the kids to stay entertained. When making the appointment over the phone I mentioned that my son is hyperactive and is hard to keep still. When the lady replied "We specialize in special needs children and cases like your son, our staff is well trained." I knew I had found the right place. The website explains exactly how they are trained and the steps they have gone to in order to make The Hairy Elephant a positive experience for children with special needs, especially kids with autism. They have special equipment such as super quiet clippers and

how would you feel if you cutted your hair to the tips of your ears

I shot awake to the noise of an eerie howl that sounded like no animal I have ever heard. The sound echoed throughout the night sky; the sound was more human than animal. It sounded exactly like the Devil himself gave me a warning signal that he was coming for me, and that was exactly what happened: the Devil had come after me. I pulled out one of the dense sticks from the fire and raised it up, looking around in every direction as I heard the rustling of a quickly moving object. My heart raced; I flushed cold with fear, sweat pouring from my head like Niagra

I woke up at 5am on the morning of January 02. It was too early for me to be up, but I had no choice. This day would be one of the most important days of my life. My husband drove us to the hospital, and during the ride we did not say much to each other. We were both thinking about the events of the day that lay ahead. We got to the hospital, got checked in, and I changed into my hospital gown. The nurse in charge of me was extremely nice. She went through the normal routine of asking all sorts of questions, and got me hooked up to the IV. Now it was time for me to wait on my doctor, Dr. Davis.

There is someone I wish was still around from before that is my dad. He passed away in the first week of summer the summer before 6th grade. I lived with my mom until I was 7 then he went and got visitations so he seen me every Wednesday and every other weekend in the summers I was at his house 1 week and my mom's 1 week. Sometimes when he was close to my house or my grandmas he would bring me "care packages" they were mainly toys the one I remember was he was at Walmart and in the middle of the night he brought me Legos the Legos were batman ones. One Christmas he brought my a huge monster truck it was remote control it was about 2 feet tall I had it for a couple years I really liked to do donuts with it in the snow. He had a girl fried and

As a thirteen-year-old girl, I was only concerned about trivial things, such as outfits for school and new crushes. However, that all seem to change once I began experimenting with cosmetics. After watching my older sister wear makeup in high school, I too wanted to look “beautiful” to the world and finally mask my awkwardly round and acne-prone face. During my first days of wearing makeup, everyone seemed to compliment me on my beauty and I began making more friends than ever before, but one day the right side of my face began to itch and soon I began feeling a burning sensation along the entirety of my face. Days later, I woke up with my face completely littered with acne and lesions. The next day going back to school was by far the hardest

There was a neighbourhood woods across our school. I pushed the main entrance gate off with my feet and stepped outside from where it was the beginning of the woods. I walked deep into the woods and discovered a gigantic willow. The willow tree was surrounded with dark green bushes and wild roses.