Personal Narrative-The Ecstasy Of Negativity In The Mind

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

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

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.

Have you ever gotten so furious before you felt like nothing mattered? They just kept on doing something to you and you just kept on getting mad.Then someone tried to talk to you and you just weren't in the mood to be talked to or bothered . You reacted in a horrible way by hitting and yelling. Well that's exactly what I'm writing to tell you about. How my anger got a hold of me and would not let me go. How I wanted waffles but my mom gave me something else instead.

My initial perceptions about the students of St. Angela were very stereotypical. Honestly, I expected those students to come from single parent backgrounds and come from a low income household. I expected to deal with students who live life in a survival type of manner. What I mean by survival type of manner is for one to be on defense seeing the type of the children are from the Austin area. Walking in to St. Angela I expected to deal with kids that didn’t listen and know respect for authority. I expected this due to my upbringing in the same neighborhood.

From a young age, I was referred to by numerous as a difficult child. Everywhere I went I would constantly be boisterous and disruptive. Of course, I didn’t act disruptive intentionally, I simply couldn’t help saying everything that came to my mind the minute it came to me. Due to this behavior of mine, I had trouble staying involved in activities, such as sports and scouting. Without these hobbies, I had trouble fitting in with the other kids. What made this even harder was that I moved every two years, which meant I had to make new friends every two years. However, all of this changed when I moved to Huntsville, Alabama.

I stumble out my one-night-stand’s apartment grasping on to the nearest railing for support. Sloppily, I buckle my belt and take a swig from my vodka bottle, stinging my throat with every drop. The bottle slips out of my hand crashing at my feet, almost in slow motion. I giggle hysterically and hobble down the steps. My brain is numb and filled with psychotic thoughts. I grab the car door handle and slump into the cushioned seat, nearly passing out, from a night of careless sex and non-stop alcohol can really put a load on a 5’6, skinny guy. Without thinking a grab my keys and start the car pulling out to the abandoned, dimly lit freeway. Everything was better at night.

Prompt 6: My favorite academic subject by far is psychology. I’ve always been intrigued by why people do what they do and once I started watching the TV show criminal minds, my interest sparked in psychology. The way they profile people and really give an understanding of human actions makes my brain wander off. So that inspired me to take regular psychology last year and take AP-Psychology this year. My first year in psychology really caught my eye because the material was relatable and the work was challenging. We wrote essays, had class discussions, and worked on public speaking. Participating in all of these helpful assignments has made me realize I love a good challenge and that public speaking is easy for me. So far in AP-Psychology,

The body and soul are twins, when one parts the other must follow. The soul of his longtime comrade, Wyatt Gifford was long gone. The effects of rigor mortis replaced the boisterous facial expressions that were once so familiar. Here laid the lifeless, cold corpse of Gifford, whose soul was no longer a prisoner of the body. Gifford’s soul seemed to have lingered in the body, and then it sought its escape, as its life comrade – the body – no longer functioned. All that remained of the companion of his boyhood was an empty shell. Gifford’s body had no practical use; it didn’t have to carry a soul of a person full of life and energy.

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.

Throughout my life and career, I have prided myself on looking at all the angles, listening with intent to comprehend verses respond, and proving thought provoking advice that challenges individuals to use their mind when dealing with any situations. Until recently, I was unaware there was a concept to describe that approach. This concept is known as Intellectual Stimulation and is my current leadership style. According to Noncommissioned Officer Academy Distance Learning Course 15, intellectual stimulation occurs when a leader values their subordinates’ rationality and intellect, seeking different perspective and considering opposing points of view. Now that I have an understanding of the concept, I can build on that foundation to develop personally and professionally while improving my relationships with my subordinates, peers, and supervisors. My plan for developing my personal leadership tools will require the use of a three to five year plan to maximize effectiveness.

When my eyes roll open it immediately surges through my being. The insatiable desire to get more of V. My body groans, feelings as though it was thrashed by wild animals. My mind fighting to function it feels like it’s just moving through molasses. I feel like I had my heart broken thousands of times over. I go onto procure my day’s first taste of V. I get the first taste of it very early in my morning the mere taste allows my body to untighten. My mind feels a great clarity surge through it. My heart set back at ease. These feelings though, amazing, are short lived as V clears from my system.

I many great times at my house. When I am at home I do many things one of the things I like to do the most is play video games other on my PlayStation or on my computer. When I play on my computer there is this program called steam. Steam is an interactive game store that has all of your favorite games. Depending on how good your computer is depends which games you will be able to play. You can build your own computer just for gaming. This peticular task could be very difficult depending on what you know. The most I important things you will need is a way to power the computer a cooling system, processors, graphics card and other important items. You could just buy a computer meant for gaming but sometimes those are overpriced and don't have very good graphics cards and processors. When console gaming there is a big difference becuase all you need to do is go to your local GameStop and pick up some games to play with your brand new console and play with some friends or play singelepalyer.

I wanted to start a business. Sitting in my windowless basement office, across the hall from my state-of-the-art quantum physics laser lab, I decided I was going to start selling my services as a professional mentalist and hypnotist.

After I had realized I was a putrid, horrifying monster, I drifted back to the crypt I once existed in. I had realized that I didn’t belong outside of the grave and wanted to return. I attempted to open up the stone slab door to go back in, but it was no use. The stone door was slammed shut. I fell laid back on the hard floor looking at the stars in the sky through a huge crack in the roof of the castle. I gazed, looking up at the sky for hours