Personal Narrative: The Progression Of Time

Time, a river that travels endlessly in the same direction, never able to go back, you must always follow the current downstream. While we are young, we think little of time and rarely worry about what the future may hold. However, as we continue to age, we become more and more aware of the impact our actions make on the rest of our lives. Even now, as I sit here at the fairly young age of 17, I am already worried that I have not made the most of the time that has been given to me. With all the pressure put on youth to decide their future so early into their lives, it is no wonder we harbor this anxiety. Often, I find myself romanticizing the past because the future seems so frightening which many psychologists, like Toni Bernhard, consider to be an unhealthy behavior, but what else is there for me to do? As Lady Mary Wroth said, “In this strange labyrinth how shall I turn?” All of my worries about the past, present, and future are all mirrored well in Wroth’s Sonnet 77, as this poem encapsulates my feelings of not wanting to stay where I am, but not knowing which path to take in life.

New ideas derived from self-reflection enable us to develop in ways that are spiritually linked to the future. The inexorable passage of adulthood is established by the motif of time, indicating that life is continuously moving forward. The personification of time “guiltless minute hand” suggest that time is not responsible for our future, but we are. Additionally, the dysphemistic personification of “time was killed” foreshadows the cessation of childhood. Eventually, the

Five months later David get a call from the hospital to tell him his results an he came back positive he drop the phone an cried he was in rage he put a hole in the wall at his house broke his television. He pray to god an ask him questions why me I haven't done nothing wrong but be good to her an make her life easy in this world. Then the test result for his child it was positive that it was his baby he was happy about that couldn't wait to see his health child of his Kelly calls him an ask forgiveness he tells her right now I can't talk to you disgust me at this time. But he told her the results for their child was his he ask why you put me through all of this only thing I wanted to do is to love you be

“You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it, you just use the future to escape the present.” – Alaska (Green, John. Looking for Alaska. Speak, 2012. Print. 54.)

Pure desperation is vomiting behind public dumpsters, or stealing laxatives from Target; it is shoving food into your pockets and your hair, hoping no one witnessed you scraping the butter from you slice of toast, storing the excess behind your fingernails. It is wearing ankle weights to yearly physicals, donating blood to “shed a few quick pounds”, and bringing plastic sandwich bags to Thanksgiving dinner to avoid eating the beautifully prepared meal. I was ten years old when I read that I could eat whatever I wanted without gaining weight, permitted that I was willing to carry a toothbrush around in my bag. Little did I know at the time that my playing with such dangerous behavior would then lead to my brain waging war against my body, a series of battles that I would consistently lose over the course of the next nine years.

At times, I can be very composed. Other times I can be the fool that I am. When I entered the airport from the plane ride from London, I started freaking out! I was in Africa, but still surrounded by White people and I could not understand their English! Luckily, Elders Reese and Spillane met us at the airport and calmed me down. They told me that the language that those people spoke was Afrikaans. Initially it sounded to me like English that I did not understand, but as I heard it more I became used to it. The thing that I wanted to do most was use the French I know to speak to someone about the gospel and I got the chance! I saw this Black guy who spoke French, who helped load our kombi or van with luggage. I testified

As you go through your life the clock never stops ticking. You are always running out of time.

Throughout the semester I have noticed my writing grow significantly. Some of my work was a bit sketchy but that could be fixed by proofreading. I did not like writing all of my papers but I did enjoy the reading involved for the book reviews.

Baby, “ You better work hard or they will leave you any kind of way”

People take many things for granted that they will never even realize. Like kids take for granted how their life is while they are young and assume it will always be that way, or how people thing they will always live in the same house and then are not prepared to move. Never take what you have for granted is something you always tell yourself, but most of the time other things are on your mind over thinking about what you have while you have it. I was one of those people that didn’t realize what they had till it was gone.

When I was a kid, I never knew the true value of time. I always thought that there was so much time in the world, one second didn’t really matter. I was wrong because my dad told me that I would be in college before I knew it. As I started to grow older, my grandma got skin cancer and I remember the diagnosis the doctor gave her. I started to feel extremely depressed from that point on because I knew that I didn’t have much time left with my grandma. Not only was her health failing, but she had cancer on top of that. This was when I started to value time because I knew that my grandma could die any second or minute of her life. Ever since she was diagnosed, I’ve tried to spend and enjoy the time she had left. It’s been over 5 years since she’s been diagnosed and it seems to me that God stayed with her. Ever since this moment, I’ve started valuing time. Before I knew it, I was already in 5th grade and I was taking standardized tests. I went by so fast for me, I could literally remember what I learned in 5th grade. When 7th grade came by, I knew that my life was changing too fast. It felt like I was in 5th grade, days ago. I knew that I had to try to enjoy

I used to do a lot of tasks at the same time. I worked for long hours under pressure and I felt confused at times regarding unclear tasks. But this course helped me to save my time through changing bad habits into good ones. I learned to divide a big job into smaller ones and define and limit the time for each task. Also, I got a great benefit from using different ways to avoid distraction and setting a deadline for each task. Over time everything become under control.

This is my junior year and on a linear scale of time I’m 16 years old, mentally I don’t know how to measure my age but I think I’d start from the night I was enlightened and time stopped flowing evenly. I’ve made a lot of mistakes mostly expecting people to do the right thing and not doing the right thing for myself. I remember feeling out of control and being told I have no choice or say because I was 11, 12, 13, 14, or 15 but now I see that I am in control, just not of other people’s actions. I can say confidently now that it’s not my fault and so what if they “beat me to the punch.” because there punch wasn’t the right thing. I stand up for myself now to my mom, to my dad, to my siblings and my life will be better for it. I wasn’t happy

They always say this time is the last time, but is it really? Is there not any other chance of it happening again? Here how it went, as it was my freshman year I had a party at my house and invited a few friends. Well most of my friends invited their own friends which made it get bigger. My cousin brought one of her guy friends who seemed to be very cool in my opinion and we got along pretty well. We didn’t talk that much as he went to go see his girlfriend which I didn’t know he had. So I said my goodbye as he left and went back to having fun with my friends and still having the thought that I had on him about how he was attractive. Throughout the month I totally forgot I had met him but he had followed me on twitter after a couple weeks. I said something on twitter and he just so happened to reply back to it. As the hours went on we were dragging on a conversation on twitter and I got to the point where I was tired of it and said to text me instead. So he hit me up in my dm’s for my number and we started talking as friends. He did break up with his girlfriend already not to forget. We talked every day and started building

Was he dead or alive? Did the helicopter land safely? What happened to him? I knew that we left on really good terms, but will I truly get to say goodbye. Was this the day that he will leave me. I rushed to get ready to go, to the place that could be the best place to be or the worst, all at the same time. I could smell this place, feel it in the air. It will either be peaceful or the worst place I will ever go. I will know in one hour. I might never see him again, or will I. One hour.