Personal Narrative: The Echo Chamber

At the age of nine, I watched my uncles lowering my father into the ground and what took his life was addiction. All my life I have watched addiction take over the lives of people, I love. My father's side of the family, besides my grandparents, has always faced addiction. Although, addiction runs through my blood, I will not take the same path I have watched people take all my life. I will be the one to end the cycle. Watching the majority of my family waste their life has motivated me to change the direction and better myself from living a life of addiction and misery.

I didn’t believe in aliens until I was abducted by them. I was put in some kind of contraption and I’m not sure what happened exactly, but it’s clear that I’m not where I was. Everything in 2016 is different, I don’t know if I’m in a different state or not but people are dressing differently and acting differently, and the cars, the cars are all different! I’ve been here for quite some time now and have noticed a lot of differences from where I lived in Oceanside, California in 1940. I’ve been transported to the year 2016 and there are so many things that have changed and evolved and among them are political, economic, social, and cultural changes.

It was a small thing, the bright green of youth. I planted it on the 3rd, in my freshman year, with the Green Thumb Club at my high school.

In this life everyone in the world has opportunities, especially people from United States. In this country everyone is able to find financial help, either from the government or organizations, for education (Scholarships, FAFSA), and for health (Obama care, financial assistance). Sadly, some people are lazy or they just can’t get the help.

2014 Fall Semester in the begining was going pretty good i was excited to began school , adapting to the new college life, and interacting with friends and new people. I was attending all my classes on time , studying , and completing the required assigments that needed to be done. I also was working a full-time at Gensis Logistics it wasnt easy trying to manage my schedule , but i tried to make it work the best i could. MTE 1 , 3 , and SDV was a breeze to me I was completing my assigments , studying , and understanding the information that was given to me. Now on the otherhand ENG wasn't hard for me i just didnt understand the content that was teached by the teacher. English was always the strongest subject for me so i couldnt understand why it was such a problem in college , maybe it was the teacher and her teaching methods. I never understood any information that was given it seemed to me like our class was always off topic one class period we would talk english, and then another class period we would talk about something else besides english. Then she assigned papers and assigments that was unfamilar to me it seem like everytime she assigned the class papers

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

Well, ordering 1 plate for 2 people is certainly a good way to save some money. I agree that this can be easily done in America. I've actually become accustomed to the smaller portions here and like it. Tokyo has been hotter than I had originally expected. I'm a little surprised actually, since I didn't expect it to reach Florida temperatures. Last week, one day it was 37C here. It hovered around 33 to 34C the entire week. I don't think I've ever sweated so much, even in Florida. It was getting pretty bad. We just bought a second a/c unit. I couldn't see sleeping here at night without air conditioning. It's too unbearable. I imagine Minneapolis must be cooler than Tokyo. I know that you should have some nice Autumn seasons there with the leaves

“I am petrified. I feel as if God has abandoned me. I just sat there and watched, quietly, because I had no idea what to do. As if these kind of things are normal for a 10 year old boy to witness. Everyone tells me that “it wasn’t your fault” or that “there was nothing you could have done.” I think I believe them… but the haunting images of my 16 year old brother being beaten to death tell me otherwise. The memories tell me I should have done something to save him. But I didn’t. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about what happened to my best friend and my brother.”

I quickly swallowed my homemade authentic Indian food leftovers and gulped down my chocolate milk. Looking down at my watch that read 11:28am, I knew that I only had two minutes until my most favorite part of the day: recess. This particular day in 5th grade, I had run a lap around the playground before getting the rest of recess to myself. As I started walking for my warmup, another student ran up and said, “My parents said that your people caused 9/11.” Completely caught off guard, I held back the tears in my eyes and tried to shake off his comment. I had never encountered something like this.

Coming from a Pacific Island 6,540 miles away, keeping the Tongan culture alive all the way in Portland Oregon has not been the easiest challenge to take on. Being the second generation to be here in America, the balance of living our culture, yet receiving the lifestyle of an average American has clashed constantly. My parents rules were so different to what other people had that I could not help but feel as if I was different from others.I was not allowed to sleepover at friends’ houses and my brothers had to be in separate levels than us after a certain age (meaning they’d be downstairs while I would sleep along with my other sisters upstairs). All of these rules were made to help me learn one important concept, respect; respect for your

I have worked for The Advocate, a Baton Rouge award winning newspaper, for more than 23 years. When I first hired on in May of 1992, it was only to be a temporary job until I finished college. Before computers and electronic layout programs simplified this process with the click of a button, people had to cut out and paste the stories, pictures, and advertisements that appeared in the daily newspaper. This was my job: I was a Compositor. I worked evenings so this allowed me the availability to go to school during the day. I have always been a hard worker and taken pride in whatever assignment I was given. This character trait was recognized by others and I was quickly promoted to other jobs. As the computer age and world wide web came to life,

June 11, 2019; a very dark Wednesday, but also Marissa Fisher’s birthday. As we paraded throughout the halls of Fyvie High School singing “Happy Birthday” to her , then all of a sudden the announcements came on, and we heard our secretary, Ms. Marinate, scream a bloodcurdling cry. She cried out and put the school on lockdown under code red. All at once, the lights in the school turned a soft, faint reddish color, so we ducked into a deserted classroom in the south wing. There we found cover from the gunshots we heard outside. It sounded as if it was coming from somewhere in the west wing.

What’s a God and its purpose? Is he all-knowing and powerful as they say? When people describe God, why do they use masculine pronoun? Growing up, I never understood the purpose of religion, nor did I ever wanted to be involve in religious activities. I was fortune enough to be raise by an open-minded Catholic mother, who never force me to go to church nor force me to perform any religious acts. She would encourage me to attend her church’s mass, but I would always refuse because I didn’t see the point of it. I decided with this assignment of seeing other people’s perceptive on life, that I would attend mass in order to be informed about religion, specifically the Catholic religion.

“We got a chink!” was the first thing this boy said to me my first year of band camp. It was also my first encounter with one of the “hicks” in the small, rural town I had just moved to. Growing up in Austin, my views have been shaped by the liberal and diverse environment that surrounded me. I disagreed with more conservative beliefs and frowned upon the views that favored inequality and injustice. I never knew many people with those views on a personal level until I moved to the farm town. The boy was in my squad for marching band, which meant we would be spending more time together. He was your typical country farmer who was extremely conservative and ignorant to many issues. Whenever he would say some kind of racist, sexist, or derogatory