Personal Narrative: Walk Down The Hall

The end of an era is now upon many current and former West Virginia University students. After the 2017 spring semester there will be no more clanking of the heating system, no more puke in showers, no more shattered windows in the breeze way and ultimately no more Arnold Hall.

It was the summer between my eighth grade graduation and the start of my first year of high school that my family and I left behind our city dwelling first-floor three-bedroom apartment on a one-way street in Connecticut to the rurally side stacked townhomes and sub-divisions of Virginia. I had not put much thought into why we moved or what might come of moving. I did come to the conclusion that this move would be “better for us” as my mom would say because through copious amounts of research she discovered that the education provided would master that of our public school system where not all students had the books they needed in order to learn and even do homework. As the night transcended and we packed into our vehicles it was

Around two or three years ago my family and I had to move houses. Moving was sudden and we didn't know it was going to happen. This made moving out and into the other house a lot harder. Since we were moving so fast somethings we just decided to leave behind with the person that was still living there. We got most things with us but one thing that we did leave back in the old place was our living room tv. Since we had just moved and my family isn't rich my mom said we couldn't go get a new one for some time. This sucked because I used the tv a lot for watching show, movies, and playing games just like the rest of my family did. Having a tv wasn't something we needed at all but it was always something to do when you were bored and there was no other things to do. Another big thing was my grandma had just gotten us a new playstation 3 and now we weren't able to used it at all because there was no television. Not having a tv was bummer for me and I thought it was a huge problem when it really wasn’t.

A time someone used “get-my-way” tricks would be when my friend, Payton would help me, but that always came at a price. For example, Payton would offer me rides to school without me asking then when she wanted something she would remind me that she gives me rides to school then making me feel obligated to help her out. While, I never asked her for rides to school she manipulated me into feeling like I owed her something. Every time Payton would do this I knew what she was doing, but I also hated riding the bus so I would help her out even though she thought she was manipulating me. Now looking at the situation it would have been smarter to not help her out because I constantly felt like I owed her something when I knew I didn’t owe her anything.

Have you ever lost someone or something that was very important to you? In this prompt I am going to tell you about me having to move from one house to another.

I’ve just arrived in Washington D.C and departed from the Addison Road. Now I’m making my way towards the bus stop, then from there I’m on my way to the airport. The sun was shining much brighter outside of the train; however, the luminosity of the sky did not reflect well the temperature. Walking, what should have only taken 5 minutes, felt like an eternity. Once you’ve been traveling for long enough, you start to pick up on some things. For starters, the bus drivers start to get getting uglier, and uglier the farther you descend south. Also the activities you do to pass the time differ depending on the mode of transportation. I’d say your mental state of mind has more to do with how fast time flies than anything. You don’t expect to be on

I see a bright light my eyes feel stuck together like they don't want to open,soon enough I see clearly and start to see something grey with pointy ears. I turn to the other side of the bed and see my mom standing there waiting for me to get out of bed. I start to sit up as my mom starts to talk.

I had just gotten home from band practice, my body sweating, my legs sore. I saw my parents sitting in the illuminated kitchen; everything was silent. All I could hear was the faulty faucet, dripping every second. They stared at me and tried to speak, but they could not seem to get the words out. I felt hot, yet cold, as chills ran down my back. The response I received after asking what was going on determined my upcoming fate. I still recollect the day I found out, August 10, 2015, the day I realized everything was going to change.

“We can go on a hike and have a picnic. I know a trail that at the end of it there is a gazebo that looks over the forest. We can go on that trail.” said Lauren and Kyle’s mom.

I shall keep my eyes shut and not shed a drop. With Eden unborn and fruits ungrown, my water of life will pay passage to the sea of Lethe.

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.

Before the beginning of this year the most dance I had done was a student run dance club at my old school that was only for fun, but I hadn’t ever done a full year of structured classes. Looking back to the beginning of the year I feel like I progressed extremely far with my knowledge and experience.

I just left inside your office a yellow envelop with a Master Key to the offices. We did not want to leave our offices open, so we figured we would leave you a master key to open the doors for tomorrow’s move.

What if you were stuck in an apartment late at night, no light, no food, no nothing? Would you freak out? Would you cry? What would you do?

As I walk into the bathroom on Pelletier I witness Brittney W, bang her hand against the wall, mirror and storage bin. I attempt to process with Brittney, asking probing question and also offering support. Brittney refused to talk and continue to bang her hand against the wall, mirror and storage. I placed my hand to block and insisted that if she needs to hit something hit my hand. Brittney became agitate and walk out of the bathroom and began to pace up and down the hallway.