Personal Narrative: The Wasp Nest

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

On Monday 6/29/2015 Sgt. Alexander and I was dispatched to the Hostess House located at 6741 Highway 70 in reference to 2 subject, Mr. Burnette and Mr. Jacobs that were renting room 251 and had outstanding warrants.

To further my distress I noticed my hand and feet had become webbed and the final straw before going to wake my mom up was noticing what looked like small cuts on each side of my neck in groups of three. I walked to my mom almost in tears and shook her to consciousness before breaking down next to her. It wasn't my best moment but I was turning into some sort of animal and I had no clue what animal or what to do. My mom grabbed my shoulders and brought me back to a calm state which took a few minutes before making me explain what happened to get me so worked up. Right when I finished explaining my friends and what I had seen we stood up and I lead her to my room so she could see in the light what her daughter had turned into. The first thing she saw was the gray skin and i could tell by her face that she was shocked and a little frightened but she quickly regained her composure. Why did I have to wake her up so early and make her worry and make her keep her calm so that I would stay calm. I began to feel bad for both of us until she kissed my forehead and continued to look at my new traits with a small smile. She felt along where the little cuts were and when I smiled her

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of

I’ve always been an outsider, it’s been hard for me to build friendships and relationships. Not too long ago, there I sat in the corner of the room in the way back, trying to hide from the world, and be myself. I didn’t really want to get involved with anything or anyone. I was afraid to open up, talk to others, maybe because I was afraid to get rejected. Until, I met the best people I could ever meet, my best friends Marisa Mendoza, Jessica Contreras and Deseray Reyes, the ones who up to this day have sticked by my side, at my best, and worst moments. They have all been a big part of my life, I can enjoy every minute I spend with them. For me, they aren’t only my friends they are like my sisters.

Growing up was though. The hardest part was learning how to dwell with unpredictability. When I was a kid, it enchanted me. I was fascinated to observe how randomness could yield starry skies, carve underwater caves or compose the most fascinating stories. Still, I wouldn't let uncertainty flow through my veins. I craved for maintaining the status quo on whatever was within my reach. I built LEGO's exactly as the manuals suggested, did group projects my way and only accepted challenges I could handle. As a child, I was afraid to take a leap beyond my safe boundaries. However, I was obligated to flee far away from them.

The Festival return to Greenfield, MA after being in Turner Fall, MA for a couple of years. I had never been in the Art Block, but found one of their stages The Wheelhouse one to be inmate setting like you what you might find in a coffeehouse. I heard Julia Cira sing on that stage and she had a beautiful voice. One that I like much better than Rosie Porter. It's just a good one to have for ballads. Its a strong one. She plays an electric guitar as well as sings. She was accommodate by a man on drum set and another young woman on an electric guitar. That woman played it well. I listen to her sing a couple of songs and she sang beautifully each time. According to her, They were doing full on rock songs and they sound like very nice quality

If you try to race a swarm of Yellowjackets, you are in for a world of hurt. When I was 12, my friends and I decided we would have a race amongst the magnolia trees near our house in the country. Closer to a shrub than a tree, the limbs hung low to the ground, creating a perfect obstacle course for the neighborhood kids to play in. When we decided on a set of rules and nominated a referee, we made our way to our starting positions. After we started to maneuver our way through the bows and crooked trees, I ended falling behind due to me being the slowest of the bunch. It was at this point, I heard a faint noise from under my feet and immediately stopped to inspect the ground around me only to see a Yellowjacket nest. During my slow understanding of the situation, I had managed to step on and kill at least one of the yellow bugs that were guarding the nest's entrance. The reaction was not something I had

In 2014, my friend fell victim of wasp stung, he got stung on the back of the leg by a wasp, he saw the wasp exiting his boot and he felt an immediate pain in the spot he was stung at and everywhere around was numb. He had to drive from school to home for 30 minutes, by the time he got home, the back of his entire right calf was swollen and red. Whenever he walked on it, it felt like being stung again. He then tried using ice to stop the pain, but that worked briefly.

When I think about my red house, a free and easy feeling rushes over. Worries consisted of macaroni being too hot, swinging too high, and Dora, my first dog, pooping in my room. With bookshelves filled with stuffed animals and countless Pooh Bear toys, I was always content. The playground in my backyard provided days of fun, and nights in my mom and dad’s bed gave me peaceful and comforting sleep, preparing me for the next day of work. The kitchen was where I liked to claim I “worked”. Although I didn’t do a lot of the actual cooking, I liked to be there while my mom was. A love for cooking and baking developed at a young age, around the same time I realized I wanted to be just like my mom. The song “Best Day” by Taylor Swift perfectly describes

This little scene was written as a response to a fanfic meme where NN wished for a scene with the Master, River Song and spanking and FF River Song and something kinky. In effect this is a missing scene from Sliding Down the Razorblades of Life and follows directly after the second chapter, Mid-Term. However, you don’t have to read the fic, just keep in mind that the Master has just told River that if she slaps him one more time she will get a good spanking. Guess what her response to that is?

Back then it seemed like every day I received death threats. Eloquently worded and anthrax sprinkled letters that consisted of only one completely capitalized word scribbled over and over again, "HONK, HONK, HONK, HONK," and occasionally pipe bombs delivered to my doorstep inside of whipped cream pies. It was easy to avoid getting blown up by clowns when their bombs were hidden so stereotypically.

So it was a regular day at Myrtle beach everyone was having fun right? Yeah except for me!!!! So I was minding my own business floating on my boogie board until all of sudden I look back laughing and stop as soon as I realize that I’m seeing a bunch of ant people! I said “ my God that’s the shore!!!!” *GULP* I start shouting help but that was just in my mind!!!!! I soon realized I was frozen with fear!!!! “Help!” I whispered “please help me!!!!” Moments later my mom sees someone rushing into the water. She jumps up to her feet and searches as if she had lost her money. And what she saw made her heart stop!!!!! She sees me ¼ of a mile out to sea. So she panics, and runs towards the water, she runs out

I was laying down next to the campfire in a cold night in the middle of the desert. My family was sitting next to me; and suddenly I felt something crawled on my body under my shirt (I do have a phobia of bugs). I reacted by shouting and taking my shirt off expecting a beetle or any other type of bugs. While everyone was laughing at me; at the same moment those laughs turned into screams!. It was a big black shiny scorpion with its claws opened facing me, with a narrow, segmented tail ready to sting anything that gets close to it. The scorpion didn't move, and so am I. I stood up alone looking at it surprised and confused. The question that got in my mind was why it did not sting me. By that time, my dad came in quickly with