Personal Narrative: The Proper Support

Overall, my first semester has been going pretty well. The semester is going like a roller coaster up, down, and fast. I have some bad days and some good days. Through this semester, I have many challenges I faced which I honestly did not want to face. Even though I just wanted to dodge or run away from the challenges, I still face them and fought through them. Some challenges I face this semester, hopefully not in the next, are procrastination, time management, and laziness. I have not only gone through challenges; I have also gone through successes. I am proud of turning assignments on time, passing tests and quizzes, completing my SCR points, and being involved in clubs. Being in Biomed has helped me grow as a student in the area of knowledge.

Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity

”Pegale cabron! Mas fuerte” I heard voices yelling and chanting from a distance that didn’t seem too far, flickering a danger flag in my head. I looked around until i saw a quick movement from the corner of my eye. It appeared to be two men fighting underneath the old massive stadium i had just finished running around with my older sister. I wanted to go and investigate the situation but in the back of my i head i heard my mom’s voice saying “don’t talk to stranger, avoid danger.” It took some convincing but my sister soon agreed to check it out, and In minutes we were on our way to where we thought the fight was happening.

someone. One of the hardest responsibilities I've ever had to take on, was when I had to babysit, Brennan, my little brother. I thought I would not do a good job, but I knew it was something I had to learn how to do. Also, when I babysat my brother, I felt that it would help my parents if I knew how to take care of him. Although I was very nervous, I told my parents that I would babysit my little brother. Something that I didn't know, was that I was learning a lot about taking responsibility for things in life. It was a very interesting learning experience for me.

The song starts with hamilton along in his room, in a city away from his family. You can obviously that he is stressed and tired, and a little bit homesick. When out of nowhere this bombshell Mariah Reynolds knocks on his door and pleads for help. She greets Hamilton with:

It’s breathtaking up here! The sights are astonishing, from the elegant white doves soaring over the angels heads, to the glimmering leaves from the sun on the tall vigorous trees. This place really did seem to be what everyone thought it was. It was the perfect place where it seemed nothing but peace and happiness could take place.

The minister is currently looking for a new place for the church to be located in. He shared, "I found several places near my house, one was 10 minutes away from the current church location by car."The minister has been searching for 2 months diligently for this new home for the body of believers in Denver. Pastor Thomas will be registered soon at OU, but currently he isn't. "Now things are quite busy here. I will pray about that, and when My co-worker returns from Dover for Kbers training, I will have more help at the church." Shared the Pastor.

It was a early morning maybe around 3. We had a rugby tournament. I couldn't sleep i was so nervous and scared thinking about everything bad that could happen but I managed to get some sleep. After we ate we headed out to the fields, they weren't so green just patches here and there but it was mostly dirt and dead grass which made me think of how much it would hurt to fall and scrape yourself. The guys in charge told us we had 30 minutes until we started our first game i was so nervous i felt sick. I was the only freshman on the U18 team so that was a lot of pressure on me.

My feet ache, I feel as though I have been running for hours. My breathing comes out in very short spurts and I have trouble to bring myself back to my feet. I am able to hear it. The other set of footsteps that ring after my own. Right behind me. Go! My head screams the thought, but I am unable to move at all. I have made it to the third floor so far, with the footsteps trailing behind me. I have nowhere to run to? Is there a safe place? The footsteps getting louder and louder they are coming up the staircase so I open the door that is behind my back forcefully swinging it with the last piece of energy I have after running up all the stairs. The freezing metal door pressed on my hands is the safest form of protection. "Angela!" I stand up,

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 ten years I was lucky enough to have with you many valuable lessons were learned the from getting up early to help you with everything whether it be repairing a roof, changing truck tires, or simply planting a garden. We would always work our ass off to help anyone in need. There was work and something to learn. Dad knew best so we always had fun even when it was just making dinner, playing cards, or shooting guns. Those times shaped me into who I am; I learned a lot following his every footstep, watching carefully, and asking lots of question. Thankful for the ten years I had with you and the nine you have kept me safe while I raised hell and stood up for what I believed in.

You are a child, innocent to the land beyond a fortress of comfort and there’s a challenge you never could imagine, yet you were facing this challenge, years before you were even aware. Never believing in the possibility that someone close to you, would one day become one of the most difficult people to interact with. This involves accepting the reality that your parent has lost their true soul to a bottle of Tequila. You live a childhood pure and oblivious to any possibilities at this age of innocence, therefore ulterior motives are not suspected. You are at peace, left unaware of what happens behind closed doors. At the time, I never had a major concern for my mother’s behavior; I only assumed her to be an adult and one with full authority. Often times she behaved oddly and against her moral codes, however no further questions would be asked. There was only acceptance for her and what I believed to be a normality.

I was on old trusty 15 the bus that I’d ridden since 3rd grade, and we were just outside of manchester nearing a little girl’s house. I was sitting on the right side of the bus staring out the window bored from nothing to do. Then I saw a green John Deere combine sitting in an empty field just past an intersection that we were about to cross, but then I looked to the right road and I saw it. An SUV barreling directly at us and I knew that we were about to be in a crash. Then BAM! the SUV slammed right into us and the impact smashed my head into the window. I woke up to the terrifying moans of the little kids wanting their parents. I was wedged between two seats and whenever I moved my head I felt a sudden pain in my neck. I got up slow and

All I wanted was to get to the game store so I could beg my mother to buy the latest video game for me. I knew I would have to wait when she gave me a look and told me she needed to pick up her order of new makeup. I didn’t understand this one bit. Why was everyone so into this makeup thing and who has the time to sit in front of the mirror for hours perfecting their face? I was more of the pony tail, fresh faced little tomboy who preferred video games to dolls and sports to ballet. Reluctantly I stomped behind my mom following her to this strange counter with rows of colors and brushes that seemed ridiculous to me. As she talked to the makeup artist I watched a girl get her makeup done for her prom. Watching the focused beautician bring a