Personal Narrative: Why The World Divided

What Italian explorer Amerigo Vespucci coined "The New World" was now overrun by man-eating zombies. It all started in Chile and Argentina; news of a highly infectious pathogen had begun spreading at breakneck speeds. By the time epidemiologists had discovered the cause of this pathogen it had already spread to the Western half of the United States and was making its way east.

One casual Wednesday afternoon, I was back in 5th period with Mrs. Zombottle just reading away in my wonderful mystery book. She came up to me in a quiet fashion, “Are you busy?”

- my chest is going to collapse.. maybe more emotionally than physically but it all feels as if the pain is real and can always be felt.

We all live on this place called earth. Each and every one of us are destined to do great things in this world. We have goals and aspirations that we want to achieve. Some are able to get theirs, before others, but that doesn’t necessarily stop you from claiming your blessings. You have control over your own life. I looked at this story in a biblical aspect. God gave each of us the power of free will. I view the maze as my life. God has placed me at my starting point and it is up to me to start walking through it or sit and wait for somebody to give me that push or else I will I stay there forever. I have to search for what I want. It will not be handed to me . In the book I view the maze as the four characters life as well. In the beginning each of the characters were ecstatic to go through the journey of the maze. They were exciting to search for what they wanted and needed it wasn’t until Hem and Haw learned the hard-way about comfortability. To me the cheese symbolized happiness and your blessings. Your happiness, goals and blessings will not always just sit there. Sometimes they move because they need to. Either you pick up the mindset like Hem and Haw and become arrogant about it or you are like Sniff and Scuffy and know better blessings are coming your way, so you don’t get

Our story begins as I am picked up from GMB. Keep in mind that in order to be hired by them you need to be in physical shape and no disabilities of any kind. So you're basically their toy. For example an assassination of someone very important.You are used to do their dirty work and in return you get nothing. Alright so as soon as I step out of my house i'm rushed by men in black suits. I am already well aware that it was GMB coming at me so as I am a highly trained for situation like this I fought back hoping I would make it out alive but as i'm thinking this I get hit in the back of the head and i'm out.

There are many avocations that I would chose from. But, more specifically, I would aspire to be a unique, “at home style” photographer. Being able to capture simple moments in a strange place like Elsewhere seems so interesting to do. Each day I would grab my camera, go outside, stroll around and observe nature. I would be able to go outside and capture moments of people, the warm sky, or anything that I would want to. The thing is, there are no limits to photography

The outside of my mask represents what I show or represent the world. The blue on my mask represent my calm and relaxed thoughts. Several people have told me that I seem relaxed all the time. Also, the blue represents positive thoughts, since I seem to be always positive outside. The eyes are closed also because I looked relaxed and calmed. The zipper symbolizes how I am introverted and shy. I would not talk unless you talk to me. My archetype is the caregiver, I do love taking care of other people more than me. These are the personas I show the world.

I thought my life was amazing. Everything about it was perfect. I didn't think anything would be able to disturb that peace. I had no idea that anything was wrong. I never imagined my parents would get a divorce.

The church I am serving has a kind of conflict. It has been for a while. The kind of division has never been solved. There looks like two different groups that are separated, and they do not like each other. They seem to harm each other and people in the both group are hurt becaue of the situation. I notice that some people try to harm other people by action and words and some people harm other people without notice and intention. In both ways, they are hurt a lot and their conflict keep remaining because of the scars from hurt. As Reuben Job says, “giving up favorite position” or “disarm,” (26) people should disarm not to harm any more since they seem to happen to harm other people automatically without power to control. There are sometimes

In relation to the environment, my worldview tends to be more ecocentric. I believe in both preservation and conservation, depending on the situation. For example, there is no doubt that, if an alternative is not available, we must use specific resources while still keeping in mind the conservation ethic.

I do think we've gotten better as a society. Although I think it would be difficult to pick up all the bad apples on the tree. History does repeat itself, I just hope it never happens again. And if it does, I also hope we can stop it in the nick of time.

Chucking my bags in the back her car I walked over to Mr.Andrew’s car to hop in. I waited and waited. Every second that passed the feeling would keep growing. Hate is a strong word, but I used it for these feelings. I felt anxious, sad, stressed. Finally I thought as my dad and Mr.Andrew rushed into the car. I looked at all the familiar things as we passed by. All exactly the same color, but had its own unique feel to it. The dancing and karate studio exactly the same color as the houses. The green grass of the soccer field. Donnelly Park just a couple of blocks up the street from my house. Vermont Circle, the street I’ve lived on for the past 4 years. My house 1063 B was right across from Mr.Andrew’s and Ms.Kim’s.

For much of my life, I’ve learned what it means to be the child between two siblings: conflict and isolation. Apart from the very earliest years, my older sister, Lauren, and younger brother, Sean, have been best buddies in the household dynamic. To this day, they spend much of their free time together, whether it be playing music, watching TV, or, most recently, going to a church separate from the rest of the household. Meanwhile I cocoon myself to my own specific interests and hobbies, and hanging with several very distinct friend groups that all reflect my differing personalities. Yet, being a brother to Sean rather than a sister offers a unique relationship that allows for differing hobbies and activities. Over the past few years,

Society has been divided one way or another. Individuals have been put in different places, in different positions, and different levels in life. It has been understood that having more than someone else defines an individual. In The Affinities division is a big part of the book. It is understood that depending on the results of a test, it defines what an individual is, and where that individual stands. When thinking outside of The Affinities life has divided many people, and has positioned people on different stages. In the Organization man it is understood that depending on an individual’s income it defines who they are, and what they are. Division never has a good outcome, when separating society occurs, there are often wars, fights, and

At birth, entering this new world alien, I was surrounded by the unknown, captivating, yet petrifying. This new world—a step down from the warm dark place where all you heard was a repetitive but appeasing thumping—was full of new sounds and colors. Having no knowledge about this new world forced me to learn as much as I could about the world I now inhabit. Unfortunately for my parents, I learned through destruction. Everything I acquired, I would drop in an endeavor to break it into its subcomponents. I attempted to measure how fast it would fall with nothing but a ruler and a stopwatch. I dissected objects, opened up televisions, phones, collected broken electronics, and anything that beeped or moved. I was quite the troublemaker.