Personal Narrative: Trained By Europe

The guard handed me a manila envelope containing my wallet, and watch, and handed me a bag of brown pill bottles.

What Italian explorer Amerigo Vespucci coined "The New World" was now overrun by man-eating zombies. It all started in Chile and Argentina; news of a highly infectious pathogen had begun spreading at breakneck speeds. By the time epidemiologists had discovered the cause of this pathogen it had already spread to the Western half of the United States and was making its way east.

Post WWII in 1957 my great Grandad left their homeland of England to immigrate to Canada by plane which took 10 hours to fly from --------- to New York City. The ride was stressful and sickening, my Papa, Colin who was only _ remembers puking on the plane.

Satire The influx in human fear of death appears flabbergasting. This fear ought to be irrelevant, given that pertaining to the belief system of most people, what comes after this life should be better than this life in itself. I however, have a solution to this problem. My contention; we end all of humanity in order to eliminate this fear.

When I walked into the store, I was greeted by the sales associate, Cathy. She came over and asked me how she can help me today. I replied that I was looking for a new mattress and was told by a co-worker that they had a new Sleep Number bed and I was interested in finding out about them. The associate asked me about my current mattress and what I was looking for in a new mattress. After I answered her questions, she led me over to the demonstration mattress and asked me to lie down. She gave me the demonstration and then asked me to come over to the m7 mattress and lie down on that mattress. The associate then demonstrated the adjustable frame of the m7. She then gave me the laminated pricing sheet and explained that there was a current

It almost seems as though it were yesterday when I would shut off the lights, slam the door, ferociously hop on my bed, and read my favorite book until my eyelids simply couldn't handle their own weight. Of course my parents would make a routine check in my room to tell me goodnight so I had to read with great caution, for if my mom were to catch me reading after bedtime, there would certainly be consequences. Though through my little and inexperienced mind, I believed this risk was well worth it, because this turned out to be the first chapter book I had enjoyed from beginning to end: Among the Hidden.

It was a normal ending to a Wednesday practice; stretching our splits on the chalky, ripped mats under the beam. I was sitting in a left leg split directly in front of my coach, who had been my my second mom since the age of three. The air was thick because the chalk eater had been turned off, since the gym closed in five minutes. That's when I knew I had to tell my coach about one of the hardest decision I was going to make. That decision was when I decided to quit the only sport I had ever known; gymnastics. It was a rough practice; we worked our body's to the limit to prepare for our big meet the next weekend. Sweat was swimming down our faces and our hearts were beating rapidly.

If given opportunity I would grant the freedom to medical or recreational marijuana, effectively legalizing and decriminalizing it, as it is scientifically shown to have little to no adverse side effects, and even health benefits, as well as providing a new profitable industry to our economy. I would also give everyone the freedom to alter, amend, or replace their birth certificate in order to accommodate their gender identity, as well as the freedom to use the bathroom of their choice according their gender identity, and the creation of gender neutral bathrooms for those who were either born or identify with neither the male of female gender. I would do this because my philosophy is that we as humans should be free to do whatever we please

Growing up, I’ve always been that sibling who receives more than the two. Being, the only granddaughter out of all the grandkids, I have more advantages than my brothers. Moreover, being the favorite my dad allowed me to take upon a new collection. I started collecting Marilyn Monroe items from posters, signs, and even blankets. Then, I was gifted a very special collector’s item that made me appreciate where and whom it came from.

I watched as Reedfang disappeared into the bushes with Leafwatcher by his side until their tails vanished from my line of sight. My eyes momentarily closed as I gathered my bearings, praying to Starclan that I wouldn't have any needs for my claws.

One doesn’t question miracles, one embraces them to the fullest. Although I was cutting it close, the fact that I was able to complete all requirements to surpass the rank of Life Scout before my 18th birthday was truly remarkable. My former Boy Scout Leader of Troop 1, Rodney Hanson, provided me with an enormous amount of encouragement and support to focus on the required merit badges necessary for advancement. My leader motivated me to accomplish great things within the Boy Scouts of America.

Taking my moms advice I didn’t jump right back into my old routines. Although I knew I had enough motivation to do what I could previously, I refrained, knowing that any more injuries were a surefire way to seal my career as a gymnast. Instead I decided to follow along with the new girls on their first class. I flashbacked to my very first class I took as a gymnast. With no intention of falling in love with the sport, I took the class as an afterschool hobby. Soon it wasn’t just a hobby, but a passion I could not live without.

In 2008, I was given an opportunity to learn about a whole new culture. My family had recently moved from India,and we were new to the American concepts. The Mardi Gras Parade was approaching. My uncle decided that it would be a great idea for our whole family to go see the parade to get settled in America. My family and I were greatly thrilled and accepted the offer without hesitation.

Growing up at nine years old, struggling to comprehend the concepts of elementary school literature was one of the hardest things I ever had to endure, but prior to this self-aware discovery. I seemed to always be the worst kid in class academically and behaviorally. I would constantly act out trying to divert the attention away from my appalling academic performance to something completely different. I’d begin to shout things like, “THIS CLASS SUCKS! WHY ARE WE HERE! CAN YOU EVEN DO YOUR JOB?” I even threw in simple, corny jokes that everyone would understand, that would get everyone laughing, so we could spend less time on the subject at hand. Over the course of a few years, I quickly concluded that English and I would