Personal Narrative: The World Is Filled With Multiple Things

I, Deputy Gough received a call reference a white Ford truck driving in the Gamester trailer court all over the roadway. Upon my arrival I spoke with David Vore and Jennifer Vore. Jennifer Stated that Randy was the driver of the white Ford truck that said, “All Good Construction.” David and Jennifer both stated that they saw the truck drive through the yard hitting a slow child at play sign and the stop sign.

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.

Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,

I would change racial, gender and religion inequality, if there was none the world would be a better place because no one would have to worry about being criticized about their race or religion. Also I would make it so people had different opinions because everyone should be able to make up their own mind but I would make it so they would debate not fight. The difference between the two is that a debate is a friendly argument but a fight is being angry and trying to prove a

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

Go back to a time, when smart phones, and laptop were as thick history textbooks. To a time when a whole gallon of gas cost a little more than a dollar. The year is 1998 and in this year I was born. I was given to a very loving mother and father, that with their extraordinary love gave me the unextraordinary name of David. I grew up in the wonderful city of El Paso, Texas.

I always find myself staring blankly at my computer screen. The cursor flashes, mocking me, and the only word I have written is ‘the.’ I close my eyes, trying to think of all the things I did over the summer and in the past four years, and somehow, my mind only draws up the lyrics to Beyonce’s “Run the World.”

When you think of Austin, Texas, you think of music, food, and the Capitol. There’s the infamous 6th street, all the barbecue you could ever dream of, and being inside the Capitol is, in fact, incredibly beautiful.

Have you ever felt as if you were standing at the very beginning of something & yet had no actual idea of what it was? The only point of reference we have while met with this intersection of sorts, is an unexplainable feeling, one anchored deep within our bellies. We owe it to ourselves to honor this feeling as an indication that there is something more to be explored, to be experienced. I recognize this deep-belly tug as “The Surface”. A sort of starting point of whatever occupies our most guarded thoughts at the most random moments of the day; leaving a trail of lingering curiosities and “what if’s," birthing the seeds of our passions. When we “Break Through” the surfaces of culture, gender, sexuality, trending talking points, and other

J. R. R. Tolkien wrote, “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” I have taken this quote seriously in the way that I have lived my life thus far.

My life is an example of extreme diversity - female, Asian, born in South Korea, baptized, adopted, American citizen, and Jewish. My family moved to America when I was about two years old; however, I still maintain ties to my Korean heritage. Even after moving to the United States, my mother and I found opportunities to maintain a Korean lifestyle by attending a Korean Christian Presbyterian Church, where my mom volunteered and enrolled me in classes pertaining to Korean culture and religion. However, not all my surroundings were Korean-based. Since we lived in America, it was necessary to expand our knowledge of the American culture and its traditions.

To me, a good story has an interesting plot, complex characters, supporting details, and, of course, proper grammar and spelling. I usually get lost in a good book and can tell that I’m really enjoying a story when I feel I’m in the world the author creates. When I look up, back to reality, I want to return straight away. I always look forward to continuing the story and never want it to end.

It was one of those accidental mornings where you know something is Distinct. My house felt different. Maybe it was because I was sleeping in my own bed instead of my mom's where I consistently spend my nights, Someone must have moved me in my sleep. Around this time, I was living with my mom and older brother in a small house near Walled Lake. I was almost scared to go look around, because it felt so odd. After minutes of questioning went by, I left my room. My mom, who was in the kitchen making breakfast, had some sort of glow like she just heard marvelous news.

Think of your favorite thing in the world to do. Something that defines you. Something that you can only experience from your eyes. For me it is soccer, and through that came a rite of passage that will be with me forever.