Personal Narrative: The Black Hole

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 years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

I think that my family realized that I had crossed the threshold between childhoods when I began to form my own opinions. This first took hold when I took part in poverty stimulation at my local shelter. I was giving a character and a story behind the card I was given; the story made me become emotionally attached to this name I had been assigned and the family in which I came from. The experience made me question the prejudice of the society I was living in. How many times had I avoided eye contact with the people on the side of the road begging for money? I began a long journey of soul searching and questioning the beliefs my parents had raised me on. My thoughts were continually brought back to a book by C.S Lewis, it was called Out of the Silent Planet; a character named Weston believed that individual human lives don’t matter, they must be sacrificed to save mankind.

There were days when I use to stare out the classroom into the crying sky, and wander about the world that I soon would be apart of. Then I would soon get lost in class and Skylar would have to pull me out of my “soon to be in the world dream.” She would say, “ I don’t know why you're so excited to be out in the real world we still have 8 more months till we graduated so pay attention, so I won’t be on that stage alone,” she giggled. Skylar was the nicest girl you would ever meet. Something about her drew everyone in, made them want to be better because she was. She was so good at everything, I guess it's because it was because she gave 110% to everything, even her friends and family. When she smile, it would just light up the room and her

I felt like things were getting better, but in reality they weren’t. I know Kaylynn won’t live long, but it's worth everything to make it last. Everything felt good we were fighting this together, Kaylynn wasn’t in this alone. Were with her 100 percent. We will do whatever it takes to make her better. She may have problems, but she worth every single penny. Even Logan is helping he got his sister a teddy bear. Maybe this won’t be so bad at all. If we stay strong and believe anything could happen.

Reading her story has helped me see my insecurities in another light, and realize that if I am open and up front with my friends and loved ones, that they are likely to lift me up and give me the support to relieve my anxieties rather than confirm my

Today I have no idea where I will be in life if it wasn't for her my tutu has done a lot of great and amazing things in my life. and I am so grateful and thankful for my tutu and all she has done for me throughout my life.Nobody can relate to my tutu because she is the most amazing, loving, caring, hard working, and most independent women I have ever met in my life and this is why she is my hero and always will be my hero.

I sat there with my legs crossed for hours. The tingly numbness rose up from my toes to the top of my spine. Hours of nothingness. Hours of staring at a blank sheet of paper. Hours of complete and utter silence. Then, it began. My pencil, which was previously silent, began to speak. The shapes flowed out no real meaning. No sense just movement. I began to move my pencil with brisk movements. Soft and then brisk once more. Switching the colors once, twice, and then again. Shading, blending, redrawing, and repeat. Over and over again as the colors flowed out and told me something that I wasn't expecting, completion.

Over the past two months, I have made a lot of changes. It is the first time I was in a professional work setting. I have been making a lot of friends, meeting new people, and gaining plenty of valuable experience. Throughout my efforts, the general manager offered me a full time job when I graduate and even to do work for the company while I am at school. Although I am not sure this is the path I want to take upon graduation, it is definitely exciting to hear my first job offer. It has definitely allowed me to realize how close the real world is and has given me a taste of what that might encompass. I have definitely grew my customer service skills and increased my networking connections. I had the opportunity to meet Phil Simms, the

She had a dream and never gave up on it; she made it happen. She never said “I can’t”. I admire that so much because of the dedication Kaylee put into learning her future profession is amazing. One day I want to be able to have such a passion for a job and be excited to do it for the rest of my life. To wake up everyday and think, “I love what I do”, is exactly what I want when I'm older. I’ve always been the guy who has no idea who they want to be when they’re older, and Kaylee is always trying to help me find something. One of the biggest things I love about Kaylee is she takes her life experiences and shares them with me so when I'm in the same situation, I'm more prepared, so I can have a best possible outcome in my life. Kaylee is also always looking out for friends and siblings with kind-hearted acts. One night, my best friend was sleeping over at my mom’s house, and we were home alone with no food. My first thought was to call Kaylee and ask if she could pick us up some food and I would pay her back. First, she responded saying she was decently far from the nearest fast food place. She then said, she’ll get it anyway and it's no big deal. Later that night, Kaylee came home bearing food for me and my friend. I proceeded to give her the money and she rejected it and replied that it was fine, and I didn’t need to pay her

My support system was my best friend. She helped me through the worst and was always there for me. I have gotten better through prayer and with the support of people around me. I have learned to not judge a book by its cover, because you never know what hardships someone could be going through. “Always treat individuals how you want to be treated” is something that now rings so true to me. I know on the outside I come off as a very happy person because that is what I have been told on several different occasions… nobody would ever guess what I was actually going

I just want to tell you that I’m so thankful for the friend I have in you. As you walk out into the real world never let your head down and always remember someone always believes in you. Never think you can’t do anything because Taylor I’ve seen how strong you are whatever you think is tough I promise you’re going to knock it down. I want you to know that I’m so proud and happy for you.

Now I am a senior at Cal State Long Beach with a 3.0 GPA and about twenty units away from graduating. I have been working part time and going to school full time for four years now and hope I can give back to the community with my occupation once I graduate. It has been a long road with infinity obstacles, but I can truly say that I am almost THERE.

When you're trapped in a hole in the middle of the woods, you have a lot of time to think about all the bad stuff in yout life that you did and try to figure out where everything went all wrong to get you into the position. You might think that a fifteen year old boy from the suburbs may not have a lot of life to look back on, but you'd be surprised how much it floods in then you're hungry, exauhsted, and sitting in the dark ten feet below the ground. Fifteen years is apparently more than enough time for old man karma to show up and dump a truck load of bad memories onto you until you're neck deep in regret. That's right, just back it up, pal. You can dump 'em all right here in the hole. Don't worry about the kid down there, nobody will miss him.