Personal Narrative: What's Beyond Earth And The Milky Way

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

On February 8, 2017 at approximately 2023 hours, I responded to 9280 Atlas Drive in reference to report a missing juvenile. Upon my arrival, I made contact with Sara Crosby (complainant) who advised me of the following via verbal and a sworn written statement:

“All forces to Star Tours!” Pascal the head security guard at Disney’s Hollywood Studios yelled to his fellow authorized guards.

Going on vacation isn’t always as relaxing and enjoying as you think it should be. I felt like I couldn’t wait to go back home after some of my family and friends went to Disney World for vacation. The whole area felt like it wasn’t even a part of the United States. When we went was also the worst possible time to possibly go to Disney World. It was a truly horrible experience and I don’t see myself going back in the future.

My whole life I’ve felt like an outsider. When I was younger dealing with a learning disability, I have had a hard time making and keeping friends even to this day. I struggle with being a follower instead of a leader. My own adoptive father verbally abused me growing up and I also had kids in fifth-sixth grade who constantly bullied me. I still am reminded of an instance when the first day of fifth grade approached: I got on the bus and these older girls started making fun of my pants saying, “She’s wearing high-waters.” I was humiliated in front of my peers every day since than during those two years. After being bullied for so long I made a vow to myself to never forget the pain inflicted upon me on a daily basis.

It was a typical Sunday morning, I ate breakfast with my family and got ready for church. The morning went on with a drag, than 5 o’clock hit. Once 5 o’clock hit my mother started yelling at my sister and me to get our stuff packed and into the car. We had only a few hours before my final summer of upward bound started. Since I started my senior year I’d been remembering many moments of my past and been reflecting on them. Therefore as I began to pack, it didn’t seem strange to me as I started to flash back to what had gotten me into Upward Bound in the first place.

2 Friday's ago, my mom took me to the DSHS football field so I could be ball boy for the high school football team. When I got there I got a huge surprise from my mom and dad. My dad told me to go to another one of the coach’s computer and click on the Microsoft Word. When I read it I was in shock. The computer read something like, “Davis and Carson you are going to see the Tigers play!” and it had a picture of Cowboy Stadium. I knew instantly that it meant we were going to the LSU vs. TCU game, which was the next day. I was so excited, even though I tried to hold my excitement in. It was going to be my second LSU road game, but my first ever LSU neutral site game.

It is the summer of 2018 and there is still an ongoing Syrian war. As of now there are around one million Syrians coming into a new world, joining the Americas. I am kind of excited to possibly bring a new person into my life. However with school starting back up, it might be very difficult to juggle both new and old challenges. The new world being with the Syrian refugees and the old being my normal school life.

I am the outsider. I attended beginner sailing camp with my brother, Kent. I had never stepped foot on a sailboat while my brother had sailed since the previous fall. He knew all the instructors because they were fellow high school sailors. I was in a whole different world: the sailing world. New terms like “line” instead of “rope” was being drilling into my head. All instructors and Kent continuously said, “There is no rope on a boat, only line.” The bonding of Kent and the high school instructors made me jealous and envious of their relationship. At that time I was the outsider, who knew nothing about sailing.

Pass, Set, SPIKE! I sprinted across the court, pursuing my base position with sweat rolling down my cheeks and weight upon my shoulders; the score of the fifth set was 13-12 and I played passionately, letting the game engulf me entirely. This was when I felt the most alive. But the universe is fighting me to throw my passion away in the garbage. Volleyball is the passion that I have committed myself to master for years and often, unfortunate circumstances have pushed me to stop participating in the game. Discouragement from many individuals, financial instabilities, and most of all, health problems and injuries I have faced were all obstacles that hindered my path to success. Every instance I lost control of what occurred in this unpredictable universe, it was as if everything and everyone just wanted to keep me away from a simple volleyball, but why was playing so disgraceful?

“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.” At the end of my life, I will wonder if I have fulfilled all of the purposes that I was meant to. Was I brave enough to follow a passion? Did I care so much about those around me that I was willing to give anything up for them? Was I courageous enough for others to say that even though I didn’t always reach the moon, I landed among the stars? The purpose of this essay is to communicate the values that are most important to me, the next steps I will take in my journey including the skills I need to improve on and, as I mentioned before, how I hope to be remembered when I am gone.

I was thinking about an item in my life that held great meaning, an object that was full of nostalgia, and at first, I thought of my acoustic guitar, but I realized that my blanket was the right topic to write about. It seems strange that something so simple could be so important, but it holds many memories of my childhood, which felt like a sturdy subject for this write-up. My blanket has a calming aroma that smells of flowers and fresh air, and that scent is what reminds me of the many things I have been through. For example, there were many times when I struggled with challenges in my life I would comfort myself by wrapping it around me.

I am the Nucleus. I am a spherical shape that has pore like holes. I am the brain as I coordinate all the cell systems. I am the largest organelle in the cell. Everything that my cell needs in order to survive and reproduce (divide) is the responsibility of me.

Of course nobody really knows how the univers came to be. Some scinetis believe that it happed around 13.7 billion year ago. Many believe that it came into exstance with a massive exsplostion called the Big Bang. The theroy states that all the matter we see today was compresd up into a tiny dot. This dot expanded and all the matter instatly filled what is now the unizerse.

It was last summer. My friends and I decided to go to splash together. I really loved going to splash and since I didn’t go last year I was excited to go. We started out going on the swings, which felt like you were flying. Then we went on the hurricane, which was my favorite at the time. Lindsey wanted me to go on Zero Gravity but I was kind of scared to. I told her maybe later. After we went on more rides and had lots more fun Lindsey asked me again if we could go on it. I asked her if it was scary and she said no. Finally I said yes. I had never been a fan of rides so that’s why it was a big deal for me to ride a ride like Zero Gravity. I was nervous but very excited. As we stepped on the ride my stomach fluttered. I picked a spot by Lindsey