Personal Narrative: Where To Start?

Imagine being at the peak of your high school career, personally, academically, and athletically. For me, that was my sophomore year. I was selected to be on the homecoming court, I won a free class ring, and a free corsage and boutonniere for prom. I was on my way to a 4.0 grade point average. I was pulled up to Varsity basketball, I became the 100 meter hurdle regional champion, and I qualified for two events at the Division 4 State meet for track and field. In one split second, a clip of a hurdle, that was over. My first race of the day was the preliminary 100 meter hurdles. Once the race started, I was calm, focused, and determined. I was starting to make my way up to the front of the pack when I clipped my trail leg on the eighth hurdle.

The first day of the zombie apocalypse the whole world was consumed and turned into zombies there are some survivors. Day three now I learn how to kill a zombie you can ether stable or shoot them in the head. week three Food storage is running low me and the others will have to move so we can get more food and water to stay alive. Week five two of are men have been infected But it was worth our long trip to survival because we found food and water to stay alive. The first month of the zombie apocalypse me and the others decided to go to the pentagon it will be a long and horrible trip we might lose some more men but its good cost to try to find the cure to the zombie apocalypse.

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

My dad had to stay home for work that weekend, so we said our goodbyes and waved as we pulled out of the driveway onto Cermak road. I looked at the GPS and it predicted a 5 hour car drive. I was not excited whatsoever for this because I do not like long car rides, but I knew that I had plenty of homework to do to keep myself busy. My sister put her headphones in and began to take a nap while I took my IPad out and began to work on the Biology project. I sat for about an hour editing and finalizing the video my group had created about the grassland biome. Then, I began to read my English literature circle book, Life of Pi. It began getting dark very quickly. After about a half hour of reading and annotating, I could not even see the pages anymore. I gave up on doing the rest of my homework, so I put my headphones on and turned on my Spotify Daily Mix to listen to the rest of the way there. I watched the landscape change from the oak brown forests in Illinois to endless farmlands in Indiana to the magnificent Lake Erie in Michigan. We took a narrow steel bridge over Lake Erie to get to Grosse Isle, Michigan. Once we crossed the bridge, we continued on the main road until it ran into Maise Court. My mom pulled up into the driveway and my friends, Josie and Allie, were already waiting there to greet us with their new dog

A week later, I thought everything was finally getting better, but on October twentieth, my life turned upside down again. My brother got up, packed his stuff, and left with only a note saying he was going to fight in the war. He left my mom sitting on the couch with a blank look in her eyes, not responding. That’s when I decided to go to the lighthouse.

1. The 2nd case study made me reflect on my first head coaching job in football. I was hired by a school in south Texas with the help of a friend I coached with in Oklahoma. He had moved back to his hometown and started teaching and coaching at his high school. He contacted me about the opening and two months later I was hired. I hired him to be one of my assistants and even made sure that he was paid well as a thank you. I was very disappointed with the way he coached that year. I had already make arrangements to move him to a non-coaching position for the next season. I realize I never spoke with him about my expectations or made him aware of how I felt during the season. I identity with Dr. Skinner is some regards. I was caught up in the other aspects of teaching, coaching, and AD duties, I neglected to take care of that issue. I understand that it is OK to hire a trusted colleague or friend but the expectations of them should not be any different of anyone else.

I have two major obstacles that I have overcome in my last three years of school. My first major obstacle is being able to graduate early, I’ll be the first student at Sheyenne to graduate in three years instead of four. It took a lot of hard work and focus, but with the help that I got from my teachers, I was able to do what I needed. I did two summers of summer school, and worked really hard on completing my all my history online. My second obstacle is getting my CNA licenses. It took a very long time, because I have a lot of testing anxiety. The two years I took getting my license was worth it all in the end, because I got to learn and practice new information. During the process I did give up on myself because I couldn’t pass the test,

So then we have Frank who introduces himself and tells us how careful we need to be when crossing roads and how he would rather have himself die instead of us because up until his life right now he considers himself lucky to have had such a good life. So after some events I will just recall my favorite ones as though I do not wish to bore you. So the days we spent in Boston were awesome because it just felt as though I could be there and kind of stand out. I remember all 3 stories I heard from the lady that told the scary stories in which I still think that the dad who fell of the balcony either was, drunk, feel guilty about his daughters death, the balcony was loose, and or the daughters spirit did push the dad. Ones my group got to the hotel the first day we all had fun and stuff and so went to sleep. Ones we woke up somehow Michael said he clogged the toilet and we didn't say anything so we just let it be and so we just used Juans restroom for the second day. I also then remembered when we went to the outdoor mall we tried to find Ethan V a charger and oh my god Ethan almost got scammed

Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity

Those two weeks came and went, and we were to set out in the morning for the first trip to town. I awoke the next morning at what had to be 6 am, there was no light shining through the dusty cabin window in my bedroom, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and checked my watch, it read 10:30 am stunned and convinced my watch was broken, I slumped my feet to the floor and walked to the window to find a white wall blocking my view, snow had fallen a week early. I left the bedroom and stepped outside of the cabin to find my father. I shielded my eyes as the sun reflected off of a five foot layer of snow that threatened to blind me. My father was bent down at the tires of the old SUV shovel in hand digging furiously, cursing under his breath. The white powder had all but buried everything in sight. I watched the frustration turn to panic on my father’s face; there was no way he was going to dig the car

We talked for hours and hours about boys, football games, and everything going on in our lives. It started to get dark very quickly. The sunset was turning into a dark, green-blue blanket across the sky and our night became even more exciting. We explored some docks, boats, and pavilions that we had never seen before. At about 9:30, we decided to go down the trail into the woods to explore more. Allison and I were walking first, while Savannah and Jordan lurked far behind us. Suddenly, we heard an eerie, random noise coming from the foliage and we ran as fast as we could back to the parking lot. At this point, we were more than ready to leave.

Lets be honest here, I had no freaking clue what to write about. I can’t remember how many times this essay has changed. In the end, I thought I was happy with it, however, I am here editing it again. I can never tell it in a way that I am happy with it. Death is no happy subject though, and the events leading up to it is particularly dark. Let’s try this again, from the top!

Day 3: I saw Alisha again, but I didn’t see her in a good way. I saw the men carry her and throw her overboard. I can’t believe that people can actually do this. It’s horrible and I don’t know how they live with themselves. They have been taking away peoples things, including people’s clothes and books. I really hope they don’t see my diary and try to take it away, it’s the only thing I have. They are coming and they see it. Well, I guess this is my last diary entry. If you find this then I hope you know now how people suffered and how people treated other human beings because of their skin color.

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!”

The air was frosty and cold as I was holding on for dear life on my snowmobile as I went flying over a hill too fast. As I was in the air i was thinking “ohh shoot” because I was falling off it. But as it came to the ground I crashed on it. After it happened I looked up from the snow and I was kind of laughing in my head and our friends were yelling “what are you doing” and he hopped on his snowmobile and was coming by me. As he came he was like “what are you doing”? (while laughing) and respond with “I don’t know” (also while laughing). As he was looking at it I noticed I snapped the gas handle and it broke. This is just one of my memories.