Personal Narrative: The Joys Of Leaving Drinks

I am really excited about this new addition to College, Caffeinated. I have gone back and forth on whether or not I would share about my summer internship on my blog. As much as I like to keep up the image and brand of College, Caffeinated (I usually don't share anything too personal), I am trying to make it more 'diary' style. Adding a little more "life" to "lifestyle" blog. Style posts are fun, but looking back, what I most enjoy is reminiscing about what fun things I have done more than a cute outfit I put together.

My work day begins in the back ally smoking a couple cigarettes and chugging an energy drink. When it's finally time to start my shift, I walk back inside and head to the break room. I hang my coat and put on my apron. As I head to the sales floor I'm overcome with anxiety. I'm unaware if it's my actual anxiety problems, the energy drink, or a combination of both which causes it.

I remember waking up everyday to my brothers voice as if the sound of it was an alarm clock going off everyday when i heard it i knew the day was starting. We had something new to do everyday whether it be us being lazy all day and staying inside or go outside and be the young reckless boys we should be. With him there was never a dull moment it was always constant smiling and happiness throughout the years we grew closer had the same interests he was my best friend. We had our ups and downs as does everyone but we always found a way to come back together and make the situations right again. We as brothers went through alot together throughout our younger years from moving to another state, into new schools with new people. We both fit in fine

Waking up in the morning going to school was a normal everyday thing, just a normal day of life for a 7th grader. I finally arrived home; it was confusing seeing my dad’s car home. It was silent you could hear a pen hit the floor. I go up stairs to see my dad past out on the floor. I froze, and I run towards my dad hoping he was sleeping. When I’m sitting in front of him his breathing was shallow. I try to wake him up, but at first he does not move and then I see his eyes open. I scramble, and try to find my phone to call the police. The lady on the phone ask many so questions in such a short period I could think of the words to answer. After I hang up there is another long silence. Then I hear a siren getting louder and louder as it pulls

I started drinking soda as a child. Although I do not recall many early childhood memories, I for a fact can recall my love for soda. I definitely remember being persistent in order to get my mother to buy me a can of soda. There have been times in my life that I have drunk too much soda in a matter of minutes. In looking back, my only regret is that I didn't save myself when I had the chance.

High school is a place where you let go of the past and shape your future. Everything was so foreign to me during the first couple years of high school. Coming from middle school where everything was so easy and all my classes were chosen for me, it was really hard stepping up to the plate and set goals for my life. When I started high school, I was like the “new” boy on the block. It is like Drake’s new album, “More Life,” coming out to the world. However, unlike Drake, I was not popular at all. I wanted to set my priorities straight as soon as possible because I knew it was important in order to have the best education possible before college.

I totally agree with you about the way partaking in a drink, is justified as a reward for a long hard day of work. Speaking from an observation point of view I am amazed at how someone can build up a strong tolerance for alcohol, I have family members who drink everyday and I am truly amazed at the amount of alcohol it takes for them to get what I consider drunks is truly astonishing. I can also see the side effects are what the text calls withdrawal symptoms, in this observational of my family alone I see chemical dependency as bad habits, addiction and behavior

Normally, the drive home would have taken two hours. We were seven hours in. The snow was coming down at three inches per hour– I was practically blind.

This game means so much for our team because we have come back from losing twice in the tournament, and this is the last game that we need to win to win the entire thing. It is the top of the eighth inning we are up by one run, I have the power to win or lose this game. I have struck out one of the best hitters and got another one on a pickoff play. I am ahead in the count with the number four batter. I am feeling so nervous because this could be the game.

On Thursday I feel like everything went well. Everyone worked well in their groups, and the food was as chef said, "very okay". I personally really liked the mashed potatoes, but I also feel like the lamb was prepared well also even though it could have been cooked a little longer to make it more tender. I feel like production was easy, but since we missed day 2, I feel like today will be a little hectic at first, but I am confident that everyone will get everything completed on time. I also feel that the clean-up was the best so far. I don't think we have ever cleaned up that fast.

New town, new school, and most importantly a new family. It's all the same to me, I've done this a million times before, so what was so different about this time? Why was I so nervous about a fresh start once again? That's the thing. I don't know why, but I was. Walking out of the foster group home out into the parking lot, and seeing the new family, it all was too familiar for me. But this time, this time something was different. It felt different. And I had no idea why. Until now.

I had a pretty good weekend you could say depending on the things i did this weekend.

Do ever feel like you just don't fit in? Or, every time that life seems to be going well that everything suddenly turns upside down. What if you ask yourself the question, “Why did this happen to me?”. Are you the true determining factor of what your future holds?

On our break we walk around the park to see what they had. It was my first time volunteering in stern grove and I didn’t realize how big and dark the park is. There were carnival rides, food trucks, shows, crafts, cemetery, and haunted house. We sat down to watch people sing, dance and magic shows. Then we walk through the cemetery and went inside the haunted house. It was pretty fun because I love going to these events but I haven’t gone to one in a long time.

Before this pivotal moment in my life I was someone that would quit if things got too hard. By this point I had already quit two different sports because they got too difficult or I just didn't feel like doing it anymore. A lot of the time I would just get lazy and not do what I was suppose to do. I would say I tried when I knew I really didn't.