Personal Narrative: Things Fall Apart

I am an introvert who values my personal space and alone time. However, I haven’t had much of either in the last few weeks. Since moving into my dorm at the University of Georgia, the last few weeks have been a rush. Every day has been a combination of classes, homework, running to stores, catching buses, and meeting friends. This isn’t a complaint. I love the freedom and figuring out how to handle more responsibility. I love being around other people and having friends that are always up for watching a movie I’ve yet to see or playing a match of Super Smash Bros. The first two weeks have rushed by and there hasn’t been a moment to just pause and take in everything that has happened so far.

It all started around the time of early October of 2013. I had been getting hives on my face and upper chest, making me itchy. As time progressed, I was becoming worse. Around the time of November 13, 2013, my face was very swollen. My face was swollen because this was my bodies way of telling me that their is a foreign object that was not satisfying my system. On that day, I had stayed home because my mom and dad had decided to keep me home because of my face.

When in the course of shopping events it becomes necessary for me to dissolve the assumption which have connected me with another and to assume among the powers of my credit card, the separate and equal station to which the cashier and the god-held checkout entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of beautiful shoes requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the my desire.

It was November 15, 2016. I look out my window hoping that don’t see the blazing hot sun ripping through my white curtains almost taunting me. All I see is the clouds laying low on the mountain tops giving my eye a storybook illusion. I know I have to get out of bed but the comfort of my blue cotton sheets keep me trapped in a bundle of warmness making the struggle that much harder. eventually, I pull off the what seemed to be my morning happiness and go to the restroom.

Realizing my life had become unmanageable took place some time before coming to CityTeam. I was living day-to-day in my addiction, not caring about anything or anyone. Stealing was a daily task for me at this time; honest work was not an option. I was unable to keep a job because, no matter what, the drugs came first. Stealing, cheating and lying became all I knew of how to survive.

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

I’ve been trudging along for what seems like hours. I lost count of my steps sometime after my car broke down. When I look around all I see is an almost tangible grey curtain hiding everything except for a small segment of the highway. As I look forward the dark grey of the asphalt blends into the fog. I have no Idea what time it is when the fog rolled in my phone died. Without a clock, any length of time seems to go on forever, especially when the sun is hiding behind the fog. I just something I don’t understand about my situation, there has been no change in light since the fog rolled in. Same brightness the whole time. It’s almost like it’s not that I can’t tell time is passing. It’s that time isn’t passing, but that’s impossible.

Swish, tumble tumble, crash. I could just tell by the way I fell that something was wrong. Very wong. But I decided to just keep going even though it hurt. I was at the Jackson Hole ski mountain and was on the Rendezvous bowl with the Jackson Hole ski and snowboard team.

There were fireworks when I was born. At least that’s what I’d like to think. I was born on July 5, 1996 in Atlanta, Georgia. I was only 31 minutes short from being born on Independence Day. I was pretty much an “outcast” from the beginning. I was quiet and usually preferred to be alone or with just my family. From a young age I became fascinated with movies, particularly older movies. When I was eleven years old I saw the film that helped me figure out what my passions were and who I wanted to be. The film was Dazed and Confused (1993). I know it sounds like a joke considering the films contents, but every aspect of it intrigued me. After watching that, I began developing an urge to do something in the film industry. Eventually when I was

I come across a rear projection TV on the side of the road one day, load it up, and take it home. I eagerly spend a good four hours stripping it down and saving as much as I can. I end up with a 48” fresnel lens, two hefty speakers, a couple large capacitors, three glass lenses, and a glass mirror. Left over is a box of electronic waste and the particle board skeleton of a TV. I take the electronics to my local electronics recycling center, and set the wooden frame on the curb. I took 70 lbs. of trash and turned it into 10 lbs. of treasure ripe for projects, 30 lbs. of recyclables that would have gone to a landfill, and 30 lbs. of refuse that I had fun

Especially when my plans were to be on good terms before closing the chapter on us.

Insanity. It seems like everyone in the world that we live on is in some way going insane. People say that global warming, politics, terrorist attacks, money the list goes on and on, they say that those are real problems. But they aren’t actually problems the real world problem is the world itself. I never really noticed the issue until Rosalie was sent to be surrounded by the particularly picked insane people. It isn’t fair. It isn’t her fault. If only I knew what the “plan” was I could’ve saved her from making a mistake. It’s too late for that now. Now she spends her days in a padded cell with her arms crossed and safely secured. It should’ve been me in there, not her. It’s my fault. I have to save her.

My struggles began my first academic year in the fall of 2014. The course I enrolled in was a seminar course, that was led by an adjunct professor. Problems surfaced when the professor actions were less than professional on more than one occasion. On one event, she separated the immigrant/ minorities students from the rest of the class, to discuss our shortcoming as writers. We were informed that our poor writing was affecting us in class and in our practicum placement. The line of questioning and statements made by the professor was inappropriate as they concern our cultural background and our time in the country. Attempting to advocate for myself, the professor was notified that the issue had not been brought to my attention by my field instructor and my grade in the class did not reflect such statements.

My spouse and i avoid your need to help make it possible for my own Tamagotchi go south. My spouse and i regard presenting that an awful, pretentious title, just like Aloysius, or maybe Elvira. It's tempting to help let the display screen audience along with turds with vengeance, to help leave that to a gradual along with putrid death. However My spouse and i check into that with bathing rooms along with underneath kitchen tables, engaging in uninteresting Tamagotchi video games even though making text messages along with WhatsApp messages unread. The item becomes my own principal accountability, around interacting along with men and women. Now i am afraid associated with squinting straight into which gray display screen one early morning along

when a time something broke was in 2017 me and my. Brother was playing soccer outside my Brother kicked the ball it broke the window.and I said "we have to fix this fast." and he said "how?" and I said "with glue or tape ahh! just pick one." "lets do both." he said "ok then hruury up." I said so on we went inside and got tape and glue. we went outside and glued and taped and we went inside and thouht and I said "we should play something else to play" and he said "how about football" "okay" I said and. We went outside and we got in to our places and he thew the ball and it hit our broke old car window and I said "what is wrong with you hitting windows." and he said "I don't know." but it didn't brake I was releved