Personal Narrative: The Human Experience

When I start to write a story, I try to reach into a particular topic, scene, or emotion and delve deeper to expand my understanding and its meaning in the human experience. I write not only to make sense of the world, but also to make sense of how others interpret what is written to their reality. I was drawn to creating stories when I was placed in an unfamiliar environment in the Solomon Islands. I made sense of and learned about my surroundings through crafting sentences; going from stressed and racy to calm and in control. Upon my return to America, I searched for ways to learn more about the craft, which I found through fiction workshops at Columbia University during my post-bac program and in my hometown of Austin, Texas. My interest

Life really doesn't like to tell you what's ahead; sometimes it's nice and gives you a little hint, sometimes life replays itself so at least there's some familiarity in it, but most of the time my life seems out of my control. As a fifteen year old many people would hear me say this and scoff saying I don't have 'real' problems, or I don't know what the 'real' world is like. On one hand they're right, I shouldn't know what the 'real' world is like, most fifteen year olds are thinking about what picture they Instagram is a 'real' world problem. But being the not-so-average teenager, I do know what this so called 'real' world is.

Any single human experience can only properly be judged by that human’s amount of dread or anticipation in it’s beginning or end.

The year is 2015. The world is 4.6 billion years old, and humans have been around for 200,000 years (Dalrymple). It has taken this long for the acceptance of L.G.B.T. people to be a common belief. When a baby is first formed, their DNA is unique compared to anybody else in this earth; therefore, humans know each person is different. Yet, we find it acceptable to discriminate a human based on the spouse they go home to at the end of the night. For centuries, people have had to experience the things they love the most being taken away from them. When a person loses something they love, the only joy left to experience is from memories. But, what if our society controlled that too? We would become human robots. Not capable of emotion, sympathy, or anything really. That’s why if I had to choose one thing to fight for I’d choose love.

My head was ringing. This can’t be happening. There’s just no possible way! Blood trickled down my forehead. My heart beat what increasing with every breath. Why did this have to happen? Why?? My head was beginning to pound. I closed my eyes, and began to remember what had happened and what had gone so horribly wrong.

In the world we live we diy everything we believe in we can see and the only thing that exist are human well that's not one hundred percent true you see for people they don't what to believe that there somthing out there that is more powerful than them but you see there's a whole new world that human don't even know about and we like it that way but hey we're getting there but at this point you're probably wondering who is this crazy girl well i'm lexi but and i'm about 5’6 with long all the way passed my but red hare and not bright red like a dark red i have icey sole piercing eyes and i'm an agale and no not from heaven you see i'm a gradin well a garden in training but we have wings like an angel but are job is to keep all the supernatural

"If you find something really great, don't screw it up, don't mess it up, but hang onto it. You never know how and when it ends." This quote of Stana Katic's is so simple and so clear that the deeper meaning slips by people. I; however, have spent so long contemplating its meaning and how it applies to my life.

The dance that was most aesthetically pleasing to me was the dance titled “A Voice.” This dance had a combination of both single-unit and multi-unit movements. It was very appealing to watch. It was interesting to see how they originally started with two people dancing together, with one left out, to a different combination, to a different one. This dance was the one that let me leave the whole show with a smile. I could not believe the chemistry that all of the performers had during that dance. It dragged me into the story that they were portraying. The performance had an aura that I just could not get over. It was obviously the dance of the night for me.

As I was preparing for this interview, I had no idea what to expect. Aside from our email correspondence, I had never met nor heard of Mrs. Laureti. Curious to learn more of my interviewee, I found her LinkedIn profile and felt the nerves rise in me. This professional had done it all; doing what I dreamed of doing in my own future! How was I going to be able to steer the conversation? What if I made a terrible first impression? We had set the date for the interview; October 7th, at the Capitol Complex. I set my GPS for Harrisburg and made my way up I-81, arriving nearly 45 minutes early. Walking into the Complex itself was intimidating by itself; this was where the magic happens, where all the policy is written and passed. I made my way down the escalators and was met by a cheerful Mrs. Alycia Laureti. We each took our turns introducing ourselves, talking about my commute,the weather, finally sitting out in front of the coffee stand. I choose to talk about three aspects of her work; educational requirements, a day in the life, and, because I enjoy puns, “politics” in the workplace.

The human experience is not a vague suggestion of what everyone strives for. This is a very individualized set of preferences and priorities that each person desires in life. We are all unique beings and as a physical therapist, there is a duty to create a specific strategy of care that is centered on the needs of the consumer. Movement is the basis of everything we do. Optimizing movement by improving mobility and motion, managing pain, and regaining original capabilities will guide society to a healthier and more active lifestyle.

    Ever since I was a little kid, I had always wanted to travel. I have always wanted explore and discover the exoctic places the lie in other corners of the earth. Throughout my childhood I have watched many TV shows of people traveling the world and visiting famous landmarks I would hope to see one day. One of my favorite explorers, and survivalists is Bear Grylls, his adventures make me want to get out and explore the world on my own. I would one day like to be able to travel all around the world, and experience different cultures.

Shane and I grew up in the same town and had mutual friends. I never knew him personally, but always knew of him until we met a year and a half ago at Manhattan Christian College. It’s a very small campus, so everyone knows everyone. An even smaller group of us started becoming very close friends. I went through a very rough season of anxiety and depression after experiencing a large among of tragedy, which is when Shane and I became even closer friends. He had experienced very similar issues in his life and struggled with the same anxieties I did. I am very thankful for the relationship we have, we are strictly platonic, which is why we can be such close friends. We

Ten years from now I see myself being healthy, wealthy, and wise. Wealthy though is in the sense that I am financially stable and I am happy. One doesn’t need to be rich to be wealthy. Ten years from now I will be 28 years old, and I think that is a considerable amount of time to try and guess what sort of situations and decisions I will have had to make. However it will be safe to assume that I will have tried to figure out how I am going to pay for college. The most expensive thing in my life right now. I’m definitely renting an apartment or a house. I would like to be married to a nice husband sometime in my late twenties or early thirties. However that is actually not my prime directive in life. Therefore any plans

When we were asked to interview one of our peers I didn’t realized how much I can learn about a person in a short time. My selected partner was a beautiful, elegant young lady with flaxen blond straight hair, bright white teeth, wearing casual but at the same time stylish jersey draped top and pants which flattered her slightly tanned skin tone.

Why haven’t I thought of this beforehand? If humans don’t have don’t have enough time in the world, why do they spend it doing the same thing everyday? If their time is limited on this world, why not go and do something different with it? I can’t speak for myself though, since that’s literally what my neighbors and I do each cycle. But that’s all we really can do, and that’s all  we know. I often wonder what it’s like to be a human. They have so much more freedom than we do, yet it seems like they aren’t happy with their lives regardless of all that freedom. Us plants flourish and grow as a community, then die when it becomes colder near the end of our cycle, but we always come back regardless.