Personal Narrative: The Reverence Of Water

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

When I got back, my tub water was almost all over the place. I turn my water off and took off all my school clothes and put them on the counter. Then I put my phone right next to my bath even though it might not be smart. I put my bath salts in the water, then I grab the bath bomb and put my foot in there to check the temperature. Its a tad bit too hot. Both of my feet went in the water and eventually my whole body did. I drop my bath bomb and watch it dissolve which made my bath water turn to a pale pink color. As soon as I lean back, my phone rings. It's my Aunt Jane.

Maria woke up and thought to herself, I need a change. Something adventurous. Maybe I’ll go to that strange lake I saw. It sure is hot today. And I think I deserve the rest since papa made me work so hard yesterday. With that in mind, she slipped on the worn ruffle dress her sister had passed on to her three years ago. Maria missed her sister, Margarita. Margarita had died many many years ago, at the young age of nine. Seeing that Maria possessed a petite figure, and that Margarita was abnormally tall, Margarita gave the young Maria the dress as a birthday gift. The story goes, Margarita and three toddlers named Juan, José, and Alejandro were playing in the dirt when their mother came up to them and yanked them as hard as she could. You see, her husband had been gone for longer and longer trips out west at a time, and only came back

The material significance of water is clear. Water is an essential part of human life. Whether it’s the water we ingest in order to maintain the strength and integrity of our bodily structure and functions, or the water in our oceans that preserve the fragile ecosystem of our planet and cover a majority of the Earth’s surface. We have learned to exploit water for our survival and our leisure, sometimes at great risk. However, water also has a psychological significance to humans. There is something about water that has always attracted humanity. It is evident from our literature that humanity has often felt drawn to the water. Some good examples of this are Tim Winton’s 2008 novel ‘Breath’ and ‘The Bloody Past, the Wandering Future’, written by Janette Turner Hospital as a part of her ‘Dislocation’ series in 1990.

As I ventured inside through the entryway. This immense yard used to be quite recently included space looked well past my desires. Two little condos developed were standing confronting each other on each side, in the center was a wellspring running new water. The entire inside of the house was changed, no all the more venturing outside to get some crisp water. It make life considerably less demanding for the ladies to do their day by day shores.

When I sit and think about water, these are some sentiments that stream from me: water, an oasis of cool relief for my throat, when sand dunes and wandering Bedouin nomads migrate on the desert of my tongue; the last days of elementary school when the tease of a late spring swim hints at the summer to come, and the time spent slipping the bonds of my corporeal existence, floating in that ethereal substance; of the cool shade of broad leafed trees drawing water up to their verdant canopy to their aquatic reservoir, sharing a respite from the unforgiving heat of an afternoon sun. Water flows through most of my happiest

I never could have thought in a million years something this petrifying could happen to me. My favorite place in the whole world, Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, turned into one full of sorrow. As I dove to catch the fluorescent green tennis ball, hot white sand flew up onto my body. My dad, wearing his favorite floral swim trunks, responded with a typical, “Nice catch, Zako!” I began to lift myself off the beach floor and dust off the sand, when suddenly I noticed something peculiar floating in the elusive blue water. The object appeared to be a body. In a split second I realized what I was fixed upon. “Wait, it’s Grandpap!,” I shouted. The words fell out of my mouth in slow motion. That split second I first saw him felt like an eternity.

This love for water deepened as our family sojourned from one Naval base to another. Before my eighteenth birthday, I had dipped my toes in the waves at least eleven beaches, from the island of Saipan to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. This mobile childhood sparked a lifelong passion to travel the world, seeking the natural beauty of God’s magnificent creation. Water covers nearly three-quarters of the earth, therefore the opportunities to nourish my soul are more than abundant.

So there I was, looking down at the murky green water. Next to me was my friend Josh. We looked at eachother for a bit, then decided to just go for it. Besides, I need some stories for my grandchildren someday right? We backed up to the other side of the massive rock, looked at eachother one more time, clicked on my Go Pro in my left hand, then, we took off in a dead sprint.

I grew up in a small city in Connecticut named Waterbury, or commonly known as the “Dirty Waters”. I’m not entirely sure why people call it that but I do know of the local myth that if you drink from the fountain downtown, you will never live in another city. So naturally, I avoided it like the plague. And I it worked. Although I can’t say the same for my family as they are on the 3rd generation born there.

Water A rainy day I stand in the street in busy morning in London with others around me at this bus stop, despite the downpour and wind; it puddles and drips down off the plexiglas to us below. As of us together, our feet wet, and some muddy you can hear the sirens as they pass us. We've been waiting since about ten minutes but tensions are rising, as the rain beats down.

Going through the pain of going over all these obstacles, but yet, still showing everyone around it such an admirable view. These people are hiking through and around this waterfall hearing the splashes and the crashing of the water as it reaches the bottom. The water keeps moving and allows a person to feel the cool air around them and the moisture of the water as it approaches them. Granting everyone surrounding the waterfall to feel pleasure and to relax. Furthermore, the water is not denying the enjoyment of other people around it for their own feelings, but helping others and appearing to be one of the most beautiful things the earth has to

Core is a required class in which students expand their knowledge. Students develop different perspectives in the world. Core teaches different types of subjects which are: math, science, history, etc. Core could be defined in multiple ways. Everyone has their own interpretation of looking at it. Authority was one topic demonstrated throughout the readings, lectures, and discussions. Authority has the power to create and regulate laws. Whoever has authority has the ability to shape the world. Authority was once controlled by the church, the church said what was right and wrong, but it wasn’t until science started to make sense to people. Authority controls all; whoever has it leads and the people follow.

I continuously consumed water or a cold beverage to try and stay hydrated on a hot summer day at a softball tournament. I congratulated my friend on her playing and started to leave the field. I sat down in the car, buckled my seatbelt, and then started the car’s engine. Right after I took the first turn out of the parking lot I had to go to the bathroom. I thought to myself that I should have gone before I left; I should had remembered the extent of the water intake I consumed and never departed to go relieve myself. By this time, I was too late to turn back around and go use a bathroom at the softball diamonds because two cars were behind me wanting to leave, so I decided to hold back going to the bathroom. I made two more turns before I

Sitting on the edge of the Olympic sized pool, I stretched my legs and my shoulder blades. The timer struck 1 minute, and my swim team started to chant, “Rudy, Rudy, Rudy!” sa to begin the 200 meter relay, I took my place on the slanted starting board. The other swimmers, loosening up and fixing their posture, took their places on the starting positions. When the timer stuck 0, the official blew the air horn, and the swimmers dove as quick as silver into the pool. Entering the pool, I kept the streamline position for as long as possible. Then, after reaching 50 meters, I sliced the water smoothly. Reaching the end of the 100 meters, I waited for my partner to dive in for the next 100 meters, and then I climbed out of the pool. A burst of excitement