Personal Narrative: Uninteresting Channels

In 2013, an estimated 232,340 new cases of invasive breast cancer were expected to be diagnosed among US women, as well as an estimated 64,640 additional cases of in situ breast cancer.That year, approximately 39,620 US women were expected to die from breast cancer. During May of 2001, I’ll never forget visually experiencing what cancer does to people. I saw my grandmother grow extremely sick and then die due to breast cancer. In that moment I was thoroughly confused as to why doctors couldn’t prevent this from happening; what didn’t they know? What didn’t they do? I lost my best friend to this horrible disease, and as I grew older, I realized I didn’t want anyone to feel such pain.

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

This universe is so vast, diverse, and complex that makes it hard to think that we are truly alone out here. There are more than 100 billion billion earth-like planets, which makes about a hundred earth-like planets for every grain of sand in the world (Urban)! But if that’s the case, why haven’t we encountered any extraterrestrial beings? It’s strange how the possibility is off the charts, but because we’ve got nothing so far, we’re not even sure if they exist. So… where is everybody?

I want to leave, I want to disappear. Not a vacation, but that spontaneous quick escape with no bothers, just an unrestricted trip to free the mind and enjoy the bits of silence. To go by car to see how the scenery around me changes as I kill the distance, while listening to my favorite music as loud as I can. Just shout out my lungs with my terrible singing. As the music plays, I will grab a book, which will get all my beliefs and views away. No matter what the book will be about. As long as it would get me away, away from here. There would be just me and the characters of the novel, who struggle, fight, and compete, while they face delight, pleasure, and glory. Every so often, I will stop at the cafes on the road to grab some food, which

I quickly swallowed my homemade authentic Indian food leftovers and gulped down my chocolate milk. Looking down at my watch that read 11:28am, I knew that I only had two minutes until my most favorite part of the day: recess. This particular day in 5th grade, I had run a lap around the playground before getting the rest of recess to myself. As I started walking for my warmup, another student ran up and said, “My parents said that your people caused 9/11.” Completely caught off guard, I held back the tears in my eyes and tried to shake off his comment. I had never encountered something like this.

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

One of the biggest transitions of my life was when I moved off to college. At home I have a very stable and supportive family system. They knew me better than anyone else and they held me accountable. I was not scared to move out and go away to college, I was more curious to see what this chapter of my life would bring. Getting away from the comfort of my family really made me take some time to focus on myself. This may attention assignment only furthered this journey of becoming more self aware.

In the early fall of my sophomore year, I went to see my pediatrician. It was for a regular physical, nothing special. Little did I know, that checkup would kickstart a whole new level of internalized pain.

When discovering that I had an assignment that was going to compel a disconnect from my virtual world and telecommunications I was not mentally prepared or eager to accomplish it. When the my thirty-six-hour purge came to start, I turned my phone off and committed to fully disengage from all of my communications and braced myself. This was a disconnect from my world and the world that surrounded me. This began to leave me feeling bewildered and hollow.

I stumble out my one-night-stand’s apartment grasping on to the nearest railing for support. Sloppily, I buckle my belt and take a swig from my vodka bottle, stinging my throat with every drop. The bottle slips out of my hand crashing at my feet, almost in slow motion. I giggle hysterically and hobble down the steps. My brain is numb and filled with psychotic thoughts. I grab the car door handle and slump into the cushioned seat, nearly passing out, from a night of careless sex and non-stop alcohol can really put a load on a 5’6, skinny guy. Without thinking a grab my keys and start the car pulling out to the abandoned, dimly lit freeway. Everything was better at night.

I feel like there are many people who strive to adhere to a “live while you’re young” mentality, but once they reach a certain age, that lust for life fizzles out. Perhaps because life tends to beat so many down throughout the years, snatching away skyscraping hopes to replace with losses and disappointments, some older folks begin to resent the youth for all of their promise and dreamy ideals. I do not believe that it should be this way. Just because a person has seen many years go by in his or her lifetime, it does not mean that all of that person’s potential, ambition, and goal-oriented thinking should just evaporate. A number does not define you, for only how you use the wisdom of your years to pursue each day to the fullest does. Everyday is a new and valuable opportunity to go after what you want in life, especially since not everyone is lucky enough to wake up to meet the sunrise each morning. One must always remember that you only truly begin to age when you turn your back on all of the knowledge and possibilities

Once, I was snoring so loud that I sacred my own self. When I had finished a long day at work ; I decided to take a nap. This nap was not like the others, I wanted to see if I moved around while sleeping because I couldn't sleep. I recorded my self sleeping, then the next day I open the file and see a loud and scary snore. I was so scared that I thought my house was haunted. I was determined to find out the source of the unrecognized noise. I asked around my house if anyone knew what that noise was , and they all stared at me and laughed. The discomfort of an unrecognized sound can be frustrating, but once you realize it was all along you its just normal.

Communicating nonverbally with every person I came across and verbally with every other person I saw was an eye-opening experience. It altered the way that I viewed how people communicate with each other on a daily basis. As a result of my verbal greetings, people gave me a mix of responses varying from happy to angry. Most of the reactions toward me saying “hi” or “how’s it going” were positive. Many people simply greeted me in a similar way and we went our separate ways. It seemed like when I was walking around outside on campus that all I got was a short reply back. But when I greeted people in my dorm, people were more friendly and welcoming to have a conversation. By saying “hello”, it opened the chance to talk with people on my floor

Maki went and grabbed the remote, and started to change channels. Rabidly changing channels, until hearing the familiar song and lighthearted beat. Maki quickly went back to the previous channel.

Just listen I tell a story in reverse, it begins at the ending. The bullet goes back in the gun, The bullet hole's closing this chest of a brother . he back to square one Screaming, "Shoot don't please" I put my 45 back on my hip, It's like a VCR rewinding a hit . He put his hands back on his girl . My caravan doors open up I jumped back in the van and closed it shut, Going reverse, slowly prepared ,Jungle utters out something crazy like, "Go he there" Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach The smoke goes back in the cigar, the cigar gets bigger in growth Jungle unrolls it, put his cigar back in the box We listening to Stevie, I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear. The voice