Personal Narrative: Waking Life

I think that is an excellent thought, Lindsey. When I first read this that is what I thought as well. Whenever Ada begins to let Susan love her, and whenever Susan starts to show more affection Ada lashes out. I think that Ada lashes out because she feels like she is not deserving of love, and she is not deserving of nice things. This just tears me up inside when a person does not feel like they are worth being loved. The amount of damage that Ada has suffered is almost irreversible now and I think Susan is starting to realize that this will not be an easy fix. I am honestly surprised at how normal Jamie is because even though he was not the one who was abused, he witnessed the abuse. I am glad that he has not lost his trust in people. 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

The initial thought that created life organized energy in the universe into forms. A big bang went off in the darkness. Life was born and before you know it humans evolved. It was, in a way, a sort of harmonic chaos: creation and then destruction and creation again and even more destruction. It makes me wonder, were we created to serve as a balance in the world? A friend told me that Universal laws establish the energetic and spiritual balance in our world. Those twenty laws dictate what does and does not happen to

The body I had managed to jostle awake was a latecomer to Oeste the Stalerie had labeled Makenna. It was common for farmers to sell their female children to Oeste, the males were sold to Sur, on the night they were born and given a new name under the King. It was either the tower you sold your children to, or the death of not only your Daelocke child, but it meant your death as well. My own father was an impoverished horse farmer somewhere near the south. He, his wife and four children occupied a home somewhere distant from the island. They had supplied The King and his Stalarie their horses and livestock. I was told by the Sylphen that I was the last child born, and regrettably, born under the night of a full moon. He had sold me just three

I remember waking up everyday to my brothers voice as if the sound of it was an alarm clock going off everyday when i heard it i knew the day was starting. We had something new to do everyday whether it be us being lazy all day and staying inside or go outside and be the young reckless boys we should be. With him there was never a dull moment it was always constant smiling and happiness throughout the years we grew closer had the same interests he was my best friend. We had our ups and downs as does everyone but we always found a way to come back together and make the situations right again. We as brothers went through alot together throughout our younger years from moving to another state, into new schools with new people. We both fit in fine

Waking up in the morning going to school was a normal everyday thing, just a normal day of life for a 7th grader. I finally arrived home; it was confusing seeing my dad’s car home. It was silent you could hear a pen hit the floor. I go up stairs to see my dad past out on the floor. I froze, and I run towards my dad hoping he was sleeping. When I’m sitting in front of him his breathing was shallow. I try to wake him up, but at first he does not move and then I see his eyes open. I scramble, and try to find my phone to call the police. The lady on the phone ask many so questions in such a short period I could think of the words to answer. After I hang up there is another long silence. Then I hear a siren getting louder and louder as it pulls

Living in the Southeast of Texas were white is right, black is wrong and anything in the middle lived in the gray area of life. My family is filled with living in the gray areas of life. Drugs and alcohol is that colorless friend that helps my family get thought life. At an early age alcohol was that friend that shown up and many the adults laugh and do silly dance during family gathering. It was that friend that lived less than 50 feet from my grandparents’ home. Its house was open too young and old and as a child I was sent over many times to welcome it over. As the years pass it became divide and was seen and given a name drugs and alcohol.

At times, I can be very composed. Other times I can be the fool that I am. When I entered the airport from the plane ride from London, I started freaking out! I was in Africa, but still surrounded by White people and I could not understand their English! Luckily, Elders Reese and Spillane met us at the airport and calmed me down. They told me that the language that those people spoke was Afrikaans. Initially it sounded to me like English that I did not understand, but as I heard it more I became used to it. The thing that I wanted to do most was use the French I know to speak to someone about the gospel and I got the chance! I saw this Black guy who spoke French, who helped load our kombi or van with luggage. I testified

Going through life is not an effortless task for just about everyone, but a huge difference is made when one is guided through it along the way. Growing up, my brother has been a close companion and someone I relied on a surplus amount of times. I was awful at being sociable, attentive, or judicious as a little kid. Even though I still do not have much to show for those categories, I was able to drastically improve off of them thanks to him.

I have transferred to a different school each year since I was a freshman. My first move I had started to inwardly question the act of personal change, and how it can affect one’s mind. This is the time where I had a plethora of internal conflict relating to one’s change and growth as a person. I remember one day looking at everyone around me and realizing that they've been through change, and that these people have grown into the person they embodied based upon events that have presented themselves in their lives, and whether or not they had overcome these obstacles. And then I thought of something that made me tilt my head slightly, and this thought has been on my mind for four years: people don’t realize how similar they are to each other.

Novelists Alex Shakur said, "childhood and adulthood were not factors of age. but states of mind." The day I recognized my transition from childhood to adulthood, this change in my state of mind, was July 17, 2015. It was a monumental day for the state of Oklahoma and its constituents. This day left an impact on our state, but for myself, however, it left a change so unforgettable. Instantly effective, it transfigured my way of thinking and constructed a standard for the way in which I wanted to live my life. This significant day marked my personal recognition of my transition to adulthood, but it wasn't the event that the average person recognizes their entrance to adulthood. Nevertheless, it wasn't the day I started my first job, it wasn't

Waking up at five in the morning is not enjoyable for most fourteen-year-olds, but for seven months, I gladly rose to the squabble of chickens who wanted their morning meal. I grew up as the youngest, with two older sisters whom I idolized. Because of my siblings, I was automatically deemed childish and had little responsibility given to me. Arriving as a surprise christmas gift, thirteen two-day-old chicks left me speechless when they appeared at my house. I was thrown head first into guardianship and had real responsibility for the first time in my life as I became the sole caretaker of thirteen chicks.

An everyday thing that I struggle with is communicating with people about how I feel about something. Communication with people has never been easy for me. I have always been afraid to tell people how I feel because I am afraid that they will judge me. A lot of people think it is foolish of me to be afraid of communicating.

There were boxes all around me. My room had gone from being colourful with posters to a bare, white room with all of my belongings collected, packed and ready to be moved. Mum had told me that we were moving to a place called 'Victor Harbor', a place I had never heard about before. I began to imagine what this new place could look like. I first imagined a street like those stereotypical ones in movies; with houses on both sides and a straight road in between. There were beautiful, leafy green trees scattered along with an asphalt path along each side for pedestrians to walk along.

Everyone in this world seeks one thing; we crave it, and we revolve everything we do around that same goal. We all dream about finding that special place where we fit in like a perfect puzzle piece. We like to believe the idea that out there in the world there is some space in the puzzle of life where we, the missing puzzle piece, can fit flawlessly to perfect the world. Maybe that is an egocentric notion and just maybe we realize unconsciously that we are not that last piece which makes the puzzle perfect but we are instead one of the many pieces that where place together before. However, every single one of this puzzle pieces was made and constructed to fit together without a single flaw. But sometimes things happen and circumstances vary, some might even called these situations unfortunate but every now and then a piece is just not perfect.