Personal Narrative: The Wheelhouse

Although I have not thought about how I would stage a play I will give myself a chance to thinking thoroughly about how I would want an audience to receive a piece of work written by the four playwrights we have read this semester. Drawing on Wilson’s famous speech, I have an idea about what I would want. The Ground on Which I Stand is one that acknowledges the amazing playwrights we were able to read this semester. I appreciate what they have given to the world through the stage and in print. There have been plays that I resonated with me and some that were harder to grasp. Many of these playwrights talk about connections and family which is a way that I have connected with the characters. I wouldn't use many of the playwrights as influences

My friend Clayton and I went to my aunts Linda’s house. Her and her husband George told me I could ride their golf cart. My uncle then told me how the controls worked. Then he drove with me to see if understood what the controls were. Afterwards, I rode around with Clayton having fun until he said, “I have to use the restroom.”

Transcending boundaries takes hard work, perseverance, and courage. In life, we face a plethora of problems on a daily basis. Most are insignificant but every person has come across a problem that has cause distress. I faced many boundaries throughout my life, but the boundaries that have affected my life the most are living in single parent home and facing my mother’s new ailment. These adversities shaped me into the person I am today. With my perspective on life, I believe that not only will I spread my positive influence on others at Wake Forest University, but throughout the whole world.

If I were to be able to take, one book, one food item, and one famous person, dead or alive, with me on a deserted island; I would take Where The Sidewalk Ends, by Shel Silverstein, a GIANT bag of broccoli, and Ben Domian, an Air Force Reserve Survivalist. I would guess that this deserted Island would have trees with fruit in them or coconut trees. I would also assume that the person I had chosen to bring with me, they would have the same three options, except they would have to choose me to go with them since they were already chosen. That being said, they would be able to bring food as well to sustain themselves and a book for entertainment. If we were to combine our resources, we would be able to survive until help comes. Compiling our resources could also mean that when we finish our book we could switch and read each other's books.

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.

It was the first time I was going to drive. My dad stopped on the gravel and said,”Drive to the house.” I hopped into the driver's seat and tried moving the gear shift. “Um, dad it's not moving,” I said. He responded with,”Son you have to put your foot on the break to move the gear shift.” I set my foot on the break the threw the gear shift into drive. I stepped on the gas pedal and the car took off. The whole way to the house it was like a stop and go sort of thing. I was really scared to hit the gas pedal because I was afraid it was going to go way too fast. Also, The car was so touchy! Every time I would give it a little gas the car would rev up its engine. As the car went down the hill I had my foot on break the whole time. Every time I

I found it a little difficult to find what to write about that would satisfy the definition of my “minutia”. Perhaps it is because I did not quite understand what minutia really meant outside of a textbook definition and in the real world, or I have not fully realized or acknowledged on a consistent basis how many of the moments in my life have contributed to that which has an effect on me in the form of shaping or altering me. After nostalgically scrolling through my Instagram profile for a while the other day, I came across quite a few photos of me recording my gym workouts dating from the autumn of 2014 and into early 2015, and I eventually decided that this would suit the requirements for what could be my own minutia.

It was a normal friday morning here in Dallas, I walk out to my condo balcony to breathe in the the fresh hot air, with a hint of cut lawn clippings. It is a perfect day for a parade through downtown Dallas with Mr. Kennedy. I walked over a few rooms to do my routinely check on Mr. President, and as usual his confident self just shooed me away and told me to do my own thing. I begin to start my breakfast that I usually cook for him and his family when we are on campaign. The overwhelming smell of bacon and eggs drug Kennedy out of his room over into the kitchen to eat some breakfast. Still in his PJ’s and all he does the same as me and walks out the balcony and shouts out that it is going to be a great day. After I eat my delicious

It’s June 14, 1858, and we are on our way to Mr.Lincoln’s house. Since my dad happens to be Mr.Lincoln’s friend he will be helping him write his speech. We aren’t too far from his house so we are just taking our horse and small wagon.

Have you ever felt your heart beating rapidly as you rush down complicated obstacles and rides? Or felt the adrenaline rush of going down a really fast roller coaster? Well, I have and that’s the day I learned that if you believe in yourself, you are already halfway there to overcoming your fear.

The way we were raised, or in the community we lived in is the reason why we are the person we are today. As I, Crystal, grew up in a household of two parents, and two older sisters. My childhood consisted of support, love, but mostly being spoiled by my entire family. The house I grew up in was in a neighborhood so friendly, loving neighbors, a place you would want to grow up in. Not a day went by that my sisters and I, and the other kids weren't outside playing, riding bikes everywhere, or simply walking to the elementary park a block away. With that said, I grew up well in a loving community, but with all that going on we had problems within our family. I was about 13 when I found out my parents were fighting and planning on divorce. Before the conflict, my parents decided on building a house outside

I was in the 7th grade and I was only 12 years old when my parents told me that we were going on a cruise. I was so excited and I could not wait to go. I asked them “ WHEN ARE WE GOING “, they said we leave in 2 months, and those were the longest 2 months of my life. Finally 2 months had past and we were finishing up packing the night before we left, I was so happy and excited that i could barely do anything.

I was a flightless bird trapped in a cage, wings clipped and song subdued. I had no distinct purpose, nor was I understood. Home was a prison, not for the insane, but definitely for the emotionally abused. My voice was constantly being shut out; only the people who wanted to hear my words were listening. Despite the words wishing to come out, I found myself unable to speak them. Regardless, I found myself in a place of understanding, of hope, and of insight. My mother was the light that guided me through the endless darkness. Only when she was gone, did I truly find my voice again.

Never shall I forget that day, the first time I rode a roller coaster that made my day continue without a voice.

The place I call home is Martin, SD, not many people know where that is. I enjoy rodeo the most out if all the hobbies I like. In high school I enjoyed playing volleyball and softball. When people describe me the two common words I hear is loud and happy. I do talk a lot and like to joke around a lot so I will be the one asking all of the questions. I am proud of myself that I can be the person everyone counts on to make them smile and light up their day.