Personal Narrative: Where Did All Of This Come From

When my mother asked me to read a book a few months ago, I was hesitant to agree. A stressful school year was approaching, and seeing my friends on a Saturday night seemed much more appealing. When I was younger, curling up with a good book was a typical pastime. Then came high school, and reading was replaced with countless hours of studying, cheer practice, and trying to figure out when I could catch up on some much needed rest.

Take a deep breath, I told myself looking in the visor mirror, just breathe. I looked to my right and droplets of water covered the passenger side window of my fathers Jeep. Two of the droplets had streamed down the window and I admired the beauty of their disarrayed paths. I compared the droplets to the bittersweet chaos that has consumed my life. Their paths had no direct course and jerked left to right slowly and then in a rush as if there were a magnet below them.

The bright white screen fills the room as I hold the remote up to the TV. I flick continuously through the channels, hoping something will take my fancy. I pause on a breaking news story. The voice of a woman fills the air as she explains. ‘A runaway escapee and murderer last seen heading towards the South end of Australia has disappeared. Anyone in the areas of’, I reach for the off button as the mumbles of voices drown out as the TV turns off. I put the remote down and shut my eyes. The dark patterns and swirls fill the darkness as I fill my mind with the endless possibilities from some of the deepest parts of my mind. I replay the series of my day over and over in my head. Replacing the mistakes in the day and presenting myself with what

August 20, the day I have dreaded since the end of school last year. Hi, the name’s Francisca, but you can call me Fran. My life has kinda sucked ever since my brother got lost nine years ago. My parents have looked for him ever since. They said they would at least like to find a body to have peace that he isn’t suffering. I have dark, almost black hair, and eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. My two friends, Jess and Kate, are the closest thing I have to best friends at the place people call getting an education. Otherwise known as college. I’m also starting my sophomore year in college at Mead University. Well, let’s get it poppin’.

Chelsea woke up with the most peculiar feeling on monday. She felt like she had had the most vivid dream last night—one of those really disturbing ones that you couldn't quite remember but you seemed glad it wasn't real when you woke up. Shrugging off the thought, she quickly got changed into her uniform and headed to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat before heading off to high school. It was the last week of term before the holidays, and she was looking forward to spending some time with friends over the break.

Thump! I jolted straight up shocked at what had just happened I thought it was just a dream. Realizing this was actually happening to me. There right in front of me was my new neighborhood it was all happening so fast. My older sister, my younger sister, my mom, and I were all in the car on the way to the new house. There it was right in front of us seeable to the naked eye, the new house.

Finding a way. The statement, finding a way, was my motto for a very long time in my life and gave me the work ethic that I have today. I was a competitive gymnast from when I was in Kindergarten through seventh grade, this means five hour practices three days a week, along with meets out of state almost every weekend. As you can see from that sentence alone I was very busy, not only did I have gymnastics but I was in honors classes and AIG all throughout my life and had to find a way to make it all work, along with having to succeed in both.

Have you tried and failed to get together with a girl or guy? Well this roller-coaster of a story will surely get you to empathize or sympathize with me, or maybe if it is that big of a failure to you, both.

    On Sunday, March 12th of 2017, I had my first interview with Dr. Isaac Siew, an Emergency doctor, who works in Amarillo, Texas at Baptist Saint Anthony’s Hospital. Mr. Siew and I discussed many of the major topics of Emergency medicine such as, the risks of being an Emergency Doctor, the pros of being an ER doctor, what skills one should have prior to being an Emergency Doctor, and what one does in Emergency Medicine. With each question I gained more and more information on the career that I love, and saw a new point of view on Emergency Medicine.

All my life I’ve been told that college was a place that I would meet some of my best friends and possibly my significant other. Although I have made a few friends and acquaintances, I have not been as social as I would have hoped. My experience during my first few months at college have not been as good as I would have hoped but not horrible either.

As the girl feels that there is an imminent danger, she walks towards the door and tries to open it. She can’t open it. She then takes a look towards the entire room and sees an emergency button and a defibrillator. AS she takes a look at the roof, she sees a person descending and quickly hits the emergency button. As the people in the hospital are busy singing the Christmas song, they didn’t see it.

My father named me after the Laurel flower that grows on the mountains. I was almost named Alexandra, but it’s my middle name instead. My mom didn’t let my father name me Alexandra because she didn’t want people calling me Alex, and so my father chose Laurel. My mom’s name is Christine, and she always hated when people called her Chris. My last name, Kirby, is well known in our tiny town. I grew up in one of the smallest towns in Maine, Arundel, which is so small in fact that it’s not featured on maps of Maine, and doesn’t even qualify as a town large enough to get its own zip code. So, in this tiny town I grew up in, everyone knew

Out of the blue, I learned that I was moving from my birth state Maryland to Vermont. This meant a fresh new start.This also meant new people, which made me nervous about this move. In spite of starting my new school, I was still very timid and quiet. Even with a new school nothing changed. I just nodded and answered the teacher's questions. Then something happened. I made some friends.

We rolled up to our destination, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked around in anticipation My heart rate quickened as we parked our dusty gray colored Toyota wagon. We started strolling down the aisles until my I stopped and pointed, the reddish gold and platinum glimmered as we made our way over to take a closer look. As we got closer my dad was very concerned about what we were getting into. I didn’t care, my stomach had so many butterflies in it you would think there was a nest in it. The sleek aerodynamic body made for nice straight body anyone who had any sort of experience would be impressed by.

Where did I put them? I swear I left them on the kitchen table or was it my dresser. I don’t know. They aren’t either of those places and I need to go! Oh, here they are! “Mom, I found my keys! Bye, Love you. See you tonight!”