Personal Narrative: The Man Of Deception

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

Everything will be okay. A set of four simple words that have been engrained into the very fiber of my being on any occasion that an unfortunate event occurs. Unfortunately, those “unfortunate events” were more so a daily routine. The Tyrant, better known to some as my father was a kind enough man, yet his very presence at home caused an almost suffocating layer of tension in the air. He was a teacher, a beloved one at that, yet to my sisters and I he was more of an undiscovered land mine. Everything seemed okay from above, but below, it could blow up at any given moment, at any given moment he would be set off; he would yell, and more than likely, lash out at me. This behavior was a root cause of my

A few months ago, I interviewed several different actors and industry professionals who recommended a series called The Man in the High Castle. Because I have Amazon Prime, I had seen this series advertised, but I had no idea whatsoever what it was about nor anything else concerning it. I gave the first episode a watch, and I was greatly intrigued. While I am still attempting to get through season one (my schedule is insane at times), I did happen to interview an actor who has been connected with the series almost from its inception. While it has been a little while since I chatted with Lee Shorten, I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed reviewing this very special interview we had while he was in the middle of filming season two. As season 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.

What do you want me to say? (Throws hands up in the air) That I am so excited to be moving to another foster home? That my parents didn’t want me to begin with in the first place? How can “parents” do that to someone? To be excited to be treated the same as I have been in every other home before? No. These people are going to be just like every other set of parents that I’ve always had, not excepting and judgmental. They will be excited at first to meet me, get to know me, and then a few years down the road, they will say that they can’t connect with me, and can’t do this anymore. If you’re wondering if I care, I don’t and I am not excited. (She turns her body to look at Mike) But you know what? All of this won’t even matter in a couple years, I’m going to be eighteen in a few days, I am not a baby

There were several times when act of persuasion seriously affected and deeply changed my life. However, immigrating to United States is on the top of my list that affected not only my life, but also who I am. During my fifth grade year, my uncle’s family called and suggested about participating in a foreign exchange student program. At first, I was not sure if I would be able to take care of myself away from my parents and because of that, I continued to say “no” until in the middle of my sixth grade year. During those one and a half years of hesitation, my uncle had sent me pictures of his house, surroundings, school, etc. Those pictures gave me a whole new perspective about immigrating to United States and helped me build enough

When In my Mind’s eye his face has been etched since the day I first saw her.

After seeing the monster I was I had got my answer to my question, that had been haunting me for as long as I could remember.When saw the monster I was, i had a new question that I was determined to find the answers to.Who am I and who had created this monster I see.

The whole town was regarding me as some sort of hussie. Most of the people around me believed the fact that my husband was long passed and yet, they condemned me. They must not have understood what I had endured. I had overcome so many trials and tribulations, yet they persecuted me for a slip of judgement. That prison cell offered nothing but respite from the judging gaze that the others had taken to giving me. My daughter and I were waiting until the rest of our punishment was given to us. I worried about my safety, but moreso my dear baby’s. I didn’t know what they would do to her and I hoped it was nothing too severe. My escort to punishment arrived as I got my bearings back. I had finally gotten to feel the sunlight on my skin after however long I had been in that cell.

I must have been eight or nine when I started planning with a friend to put on a play. Katie was probably fourteen or fifteen and all we really wanted was to do something with our friends, neither of us having much experience with acting. Looking back now, many years later and a lot more knowledge and experience on the subject, I’d say we were gung hoe and mess up on out priorities. First we started writing a script. Understandably she didn’t want me to write it and she never got much of a chance to work on it except when we were together sometimes. Well we didn’t get very far and our families finally convinced us to start with a play already written. What did we pick? Well, I think we jumped around a little before settling on ‘The Taming

Let’s begin with a typical flashback story. It was a bright and sunny Wednesday morning. As she was saying goodbye to her father, Angela felt as though something was a little eerie. She heard a thunderous noise that was quite common back in the Oklahoma fields, but this time it rattled the entire house and that was rather unusual. Asking her father with great concern, she knew something dreadful had happened. “He told me it was something in the field behind his house, but it shook the house and that has never happened before” (Lira). She turned on the TV and switched to the news channel to see the news anchor broadcasting “BREAKING NEWS” across the screen.. At 9:02 a.m., a rental truck packed with explosives parked in front

There was five characters their names were Dariah Lockhart, Bria Hill Ashely Fraizer , and Khamia Carter and June Glover which is me . These people are former students of Tree Hill High School. We just took graduation pictures last week . We are all on the tree hill ravens cheer team . But they got this new student Abby Johnson , she tried to take over the cheer team the ravens . Nobody liked her at all because she always thought she was better than everybody . But about the characters Khamia and me are just new to the school. But Bria , Ashely , and dariah has been here since Freshman year .

How many people do you believe you can trust? We put trust in others that they will preform as you expect them to. It varies from person to person as to how much trust you put in them. Some people you will trust to the grave, others you won’t believe as soon as the television remote is missing. Although, when it’s life or death, how far can you trust even your closest friends?

A person’s identity can be portrayed as a composer and his musical compositions, as in that the types of pieces created throughout their life, come to represent them. Sometimes ideas for new music comes from existing or recent pieces of music, and could be opportunity for imitating it or changing it up in some way, such as a jazz improviser soloing over a tune or a composer using a borrowed musical theme. However, the beauty of this is that, no two improvised solos or themes will be exactly the same, even if they were influenced by the same source, because the composer will have added a personal touch or trait.

It was during the fall when I realized that I was going to apply to Saint Edward High School. I had shadowed there and many of my friends knew they were going too. I figured that this was the best choice for me and I was most comfortable there. I knew I wanted to be in advanced classes, but then the Mccullah twins introduced me to the IB programme.