Personal Narrative: Why Not Change The World

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

Propaganda is being used every day on TV, Newspapers, Ads and even benches, apps and all but how was it used back then? Propaganda is defined as anti-Semitism cartoons to depict World War II propaganda often by presenting facts selectively using a, white lie perhaps. To encourage a particular synthesis or using loaded images.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

Every paper, no matter how well written needs to be revised and edited as time goes on. In some ways, life is similar. We all go through changes that influence us and shape the direction we are headed. Some of these changes come from our own prerogative while others are inspired by friends and family members. I know that my worldview has gone through this revision process. Even looking back to freshman year I had many of the same ideals, same focuses on values and hard work, but over time they have come to manifest themselves in different ways. For instance, I am much more willing to share my beliefs and opinions on controversial issues. This developed as I came to realize my ideas are worth arguing for and I gained a knowledge of

Overall, my first semester has been going pretty well. The semester is going like a roller coaster up, down, and fast. I have some bad days and some good days. Through this semester, I have many challenges I faced which I honestly did not want to face. Even though I just wanted to dodge or run away from the challenges, I still face them and fought through them. Some challenges I face this semester, hopefully not in the next, are procrastination, time management, and laziness. I have not only gone through challenges; I have also gone through successes. I am proud of turning assignments on time, passing tests and quizzes, completing my SCR points, and being involved in clubs. Being in Biomed has helped me grow as a student in the area of knowledge.

During my sophmore year I recieved a letter from Rensselaer that simply stated the school had seen promise and was interested in me. At the time, I had never heard of Rennselaer or even considered going out of state for college. However, my curiosity took over and I looked through the school's website. I marvaled at the fantastic oppertunities RPI had in store for students in the STEM fields. I always knew that I would go to college in a STEM field but Rensselaer opened my eyes the distinct and individual paths that science can take me. Through further research, I began to see myself falling into the community of students that seemed to thrive in the rigorously intellectual enviroment of Rensselaer. Most importnatly, I connected with the school's

Just so you know, this is the Big Apple and I rule this town. New York City is filled with tall buildings, great culture, and historical sites. No other city has so much beauty that it takes your breath away; yet, there is a real danger that lurks on the streets. I should know because I am Detective Michael Morgan a United States Super Spy in charge of capturing dastardly villains who are set on destroying our world. Armed with mind-altering powers, Alex Higgins is on the top of the FBI’s list of the ten most wanted men in America. This thug is one of the greatest danger to our world and must be captured and jailed in the vault of death. There is no place safe for him to hide from the law and rumor has it, he is in my town. You break the law here in New York City, you pay the ultimate price: freedom.

I always find myself staring blankly at my computer screen. The cursor flashes, mocking me, and the only word I have written is ‘the.’ I close my eyes, trying to think of all the things I did over the summer and in the past four years, and somehow, my mind only draws up the lyrics to Beyonce’s “Run the World.”

Walking into the coffee shop where everyone else , including me now, confronts people in their lives and continues to discuss important topics. The decorations around me are plain and simplistic, nothing special about this place whatsoever. I wait patiently for my invite to show, mentally preparing myself for the conversation that I want to have so desperately. I think of the topics I want to bring up and the ones I want to focus on more than others. Nervously, I continue to wait and talk myself out of thinking that they wouldn’t show at all. A few minutes filled with deep breaths later, finally they’re here. I walk over to the table we agreed to meet at, and sat politely before greeting them and waiting for a response. I cleared my throat and looked at my lap, trying to refrain from saying anything I’d regret. Taking a deep breath, I tried to remain professional while addressing the topic. Finally, my attention was brought to the person seated in front of me, to the world in front of me. With all the courage I could muster I stared dead into its

When I was 5, my hands grew old and weary, tired of construction and calloused from work. Day after day after day, I would fashion new worlds and cultures out of little LEGO blocks. I worked fastidiously- creating tiny planes, guarded forts, and expansive cities that swept from one end of the carpet to the other. (I loved to make castles with booby-trapped moats and false walls and hidden entrances.)

So, I made a wrong turn today - literally. My brother called to cancel plans while I was driving, and I ended up somewhere in the DEEP south. (cue banjos) But I am wholly confident that God uses every of my wrong turns for his good.

What matters to me is giving back. Ever since I experienced hospitalization due to an eating disorder, I felt a sense of responsibility to reciprocate the care I was given. And so I decided to volunteer at my local hospital, Sharp Chula Vista Medical Center, as a means of giving back to those who helped me on the road to success.

Given that the ocean holds 97.2% of Earth’s near-surface water, desalinization of seawater is the first option that comes to my mind that could be viable. Especially in arid and semi-arid areas including the Middle East, Persian Gulf, North Africa, Caribbean islands and etc., seawater desalination facilities can be “vital for economic development.” It can provide reliable and high-quality water supply to hot, dry, and increasingly populous regions and allow for local control of water resources at the same time. San Diego County is one of these regions, where county government decided to build a massive desalination facility that will be using the reverse osmosis with a cost of $1 billion. When it’s done, it is expected to produce 54 million

This year was my last year at The Little Middle School. Even though I’ve had a lot of speed bumps, I’ve accomplished a lot of stuff. From learning new instruments to working on my ability to focus, I’ve grown a lot.

Nothing Lasts forever. We are told that since a very young age. There is nothing in the world that can stand up to the test of time. Some deny this and desperately hold on to the idea that they will be the ones to prove this idea wrong. This only forstalls their fall and makes it all the grander. In a short story by the horror and romantic writer Edgar Allan Poe “The Fall of the House of Usher” one character is recognizing his own decay and tries desperately to avoid it. The two main characters, Usher and the unnamed friend of Usher who we read the story though. Ushers friend has been called by Usher, who he has not seen since childhood, to come to his house and try to cheer him up in his sickly days. Ushers friend spend the next days trying desperately to help his friend cheer up from his sickness and will bear witness to Usher’s sisters “death” and the eventual death of Usher himself. The theme that Poe focuses on throughout the story focus on the idea of decay, or more specifically the eventual death and decay of everything. Throughout the short story “The Fall of the House of Usher,” Edgar Allan Poe uses the literary Elements of setting and characterization to develop his theme of nothing lasting forever.