Personal Narrative: Woodstock

I am from Manson, Iowa. A small town outside the more known town, Fort Dodge. I was born into a family that keeps together even though we are states apart. My mother was the one who raised me, I may know my biological father's name, but I don’t know his story and why he didn’t want to partake in my life. This has never stopped me from expressing myself in ways that was different from the people in my hometown. I would quietly listen to the teacher and doodle in my notebooks, causing me to not pay attention as well as I should have. Growing up however I was a loud kid, I was well known among my friends. I had a large variety of acquaintances but I had one best friend who I could never replace. She understood me like no other, people thought

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

Me, Ava, Korryn, Ali, Olyvia, Bailey, and Sophie were on the way to valley fair. The loud and crowded car ride was filled with music, laughter and Sophie screaming! We got some drinks and snacks along the way and played pranks on the people that our nanny Bailey went to highschool with. About 2 hours later we were there and waiting in line to get wristbands. When we finally got our wristbands we walked in the gates of Valley Fair.

She walks into the living room where all her family was sitting, and they all look at her and ask “what’s the news?”. She was very disappointed in herself she thought how could she let it happen? she was too young at 16, she didn’t have a job, and she didn’t even know if the father was going to be there for her. The family looked concerned as she was about to burst into tears, her eyes filled with sadness, and then she said “I'm pregnant”. They all looked at her in disappointment, they thought she was going to be the one to pursue her dreams of becoming a nurse, to actually have a degree, but even though they were disappointed in her they knew that they had to help her raise the baby. She felt upset she didn’t know how she was going to do it while still going to school, she still had two more years ahead, and she was due late May. Even though she had her family who was supporting her she still had to take responsibility for her actions, she had decided that she would have to drop out of school, and start working to take care of her upcoming baby.

​She turned away and took a deep breath, wondering how to say it, and when she finally started, her voice was quiet. “I’m pregnant. You remember Ian, right? He was our high school friend.” Lawrence sat in silence for endless minutes, staring at Daisy, unable to believe what he had just heard, yet believing it. He could see in her eyes that she meant every word she had said. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. He nodded understandingly.

It was an ordinary winter day in the city of Lynn, Massachusetts. As people headed to work and school they looked forward to the adventures the weekend would bring the next day. However, not so far away, Henry Rosario and his wife, Wendy Contreras, waited anxiously in their apartment knowing that the moment that would change their lives forever was near. “As my first daughter it was very painful, scary, and anxious” (Contreras interview). After waiting for what seemed like forever, they decided to go to Salem Hospital. Once they arrived, however, they were told by the doctor that she was not was not ready to deliver yet and was sent back home. At home, Wendy paced around the living room in agony waiting for the moment to come so she could get

I grew up listening to country music since my mother loved it so much. It was her favorite thing to listen to when we would go on long road trips with my father and younger brother throughout the years. Unfortunately, since I listened to it so much, I starting disliking it when I became a teenager. I started believing that country music was only for “older” people. I also thought it was boring and wasn’t the “cool type of music” teenagers are supposed to listen to. I eventually grew out of that stage and started listening to country music again a few years later. The reason I started listening to it again was because of one amazing country artist. My best friend invited me to a Luke Bryan concert in Las Vegas in 2010. At first I was iffy about it since I wasn’t a huge country music fan like her, but then I watched some videos of Luke’s performances and he seemed like a very talented artist. I decided to give it a shot and go. What I thought was going to be an average concert, turned out to be the best concert of my life! Luke put on an amazing performance and touched my heart in so many ways. I pictured

I thought I was just signing up for a marching band, not a life-changing experience. It was about a week before my first year of high school started. My mom was reading the newspaper after breakfast when she showed me an ad calling for 12 to 18 year olds to join a marching band. I loved to play the glockenspiel, so I immediately jumped to join the band. I called the number and got the date, time, place, and a brief synopsis. A week after school started, we drove to Pickering High to sign up. Turns out, the band was part of the Ontario Regiment 2525 Royal Canadian Army Cadet Corps.

“It was August 13, 2008.” My mom (Maria) said, “ 5 years ago when we were at our apartment my water broke, I (mom) was feeling kind of light headed, so I went to bed for a bit and all of sudden I could feel water near my legs. I thought I peed myself, so I went to the bathroom and all of a sudden water started dripping onto the ground, I then knew my water had just broken. I called your father and told him to rush over to the bathroom. He came in and asked what was happening. Your dad started sweating and you could hear the shock in his voice. He realized what was happening and carried me to the car. From there your dad drove to the hospital, Kennesaw Hospital.”

Whenever I moved to Boyle County and found that Boyle County High School was my desired school of choice, my parents found themselves continuously urging me to join their band program, specifically marching band. I had previously been in band at my former high school, located in an exceptionally small town, in which a quality music program was not necessarily valued, much less a competitive marching band.

I am The Puss Punk I have no real real name except for my hosts old one, Ben Dover. I’ll get to the fact that I get to the fact I control a host rather than me just obtaining my powers in human form like a normal superhero, but for now I’ll start from the beginning. I was a puss moth caterpillar at a research facility in the U.S. The scientists there were studying me to try and attempt to get humans to spit poison as a defence mechanism for a space travel to the planet Eden where there was believed to be life. After seventeen years of research on my ancestors I was the caterpillar whose adapted dna was fit to be injected into the human genome. The human test subjects would be people set for death row. Bye the time my dna was ready only

Robin wasn’t quite sure when it happened, but at some point on that stage, a microphone gripped tightly between her pale hands as her voice rang out over the acres of land hosting Woodstock, she finally realized where she was and why she was up on that stage at that exact moment.

When I first joined the band, I was a quiet, emotionless guy. I didn’t have any close friends in the band either, so honestly, I wasn’t having the best time. The people around me always seemed so happy to talk to others, and it confused me in a way. But then when band camp rolled around, people started to talk to me, so naturally, I began to respond to them, and eventually I began to start conversations for myself. I was a whole lot less awkward as days turned into months, my stuttering was reduced to almost none, I'm pretty loud, and I'm pretty friendly too.

The decade of rock history that interests me the most was the sixties. It interests me for many reasons. One of them is that this decade begins to include social consciousness and political statements in music. This catches my attention because before I thought that most music already had these topics. Another reason is that and bubblegum music started out in this decade. I didn't know what these genres of music were until I found them on the website.

The faint sound of music slowly becomes clearer approaching the stadium. The sound of exciting screams and singing lingers in the air. It is every millennial teenage girl's fantasy: a One Direction concert. A concert can be entertaining and exhilarating because one gets to see a favorite artist and experience something new.