Personal Narrative: Working At The Zen Garden

She at first refused to believe me, but as I persevered against her denial filled rants she began to see what she had believed about me was false. She did not take being proved wrong in her beliefs well. In the middle of a tearful sentence, she left the room, got into her car, and disappeared for hours. This left me emotionally raw and shocked but also invigorated by the weight of what I had just done. I had just asserted myself against the most major figure in my life; directly challenged what she believed about me. Her rejection hurt, needless to say. When she came back from her drive she had vomited all over herself. She didn’t audibly offer any explanations as to why, but I could easily feel her disgust by the fact she could barely look at me for weeks afterward. It hurt tremendously, but soon I was able to find pride in what I had done. I had asserted myself against my mother and no matter the state of the outcome I felt pride in my new courage, and a sense of independence as I openly defined myself and defied my mother’s beliefs. Even now knowing the outcome and the emotional strain it would have on me, I would still do the same thing, because of the confidence in myself that I have achieved through the

The day later, my mom brings two bottles of white wines to return by herself. I saw two missing calls from my mom during my break time. I called her and ask where she at and I meet her at the place I work. I walk out the store where I work and saw my mom still carry the bag of wines. I ask her “why you call me two times, and do you return the wines yet?” She said discontinuously “I…I just went already” breathing, she continues saying “The person won’t let me return the wines, only exchange that’s the reason I want to

I sat there in my room with tears flowing down my blush pink cheeks. Wondering what was wrong with me, as a salty tear ran along my dried out chapped lips. I thought to myself,” Why am I so miserable? What did I do to deserve this? How am I going to escape this life?” I started to ponder that this was the end of my life, this is how I was going to be, sorrowful. At the lowest point of my life, mother came barging through the door with the look of cavernous concern on her face. She knew that it was time for something to be done, whether I agreed or not.

Last spring when I began a Landscaping Business an old friend from high school who was knowledgeable about landscaping needed a job. He ended up being a great worker and every one of the clients were happy with his expertise, A few months, he came to me and said that after fall cleanup he was moving to the Burlington area. I was extremely upset I knew it would be hard able to replace such a talented person. My wheels were turning in the matter of what it would take to make him want to stay. We sat down together and I asked “What might it take to keep you from moving. He took a long look at me and said "It is something I have been wanting to do for a while now. I knew right then and there this was not going to be simple. I just said" I will

I tried to roll over on the news paper and get a little more sleep. Since I'm the most hated member of this pack I am not allowed a bed nor am I allowed to go to school. My mother marches into my room and screams so loudly. "Luna get those god damn ugly piercings out of your ear. sigh and you wonder why nobody likes you". I spat at words in frustration "nobody likes me cause of my vibrant fur colors mom. You don't either I don't understand why you haven't killed me yet". My mothers face turned to anger then I saw sorrow appear in her face and in her eyes. She spoke with stern tone because she was trying to cover up the pain she felt. "Luna you disgrace this family by how you act towards others, and you don't even try to fit in. You use your stupid fur color as the main reason people hate you. Its not that its you are completely uncaring about anyone but yourself". I quickly snapped back "Nobody has treated me with love and respect since I was six so how can you expect me to be nice. huh mom I don't think you deserve to be called my mother! A mothers job is to love and care for her children but you never cared about me. Don't deny mom if you had it your way I wouldn't be in this pack. I WOULD BE LEFT TO DIE OUT IN THE WOODS!". My mother backed out of the room barley keeping the tears from streaming down her face. She closed the door and as soon as she did you could hear her sit in her chair crying. I started to feel awful for what I said but she should know exactly how her and this stupid pack of hers makes me

Two days before my mother had died we had an argument about my behavior. ´Akiko your 14 already start acting like your own age´. ‘Mom i don't want to be 14 i want to go back and be a child again why can't you let me do that ?´ ‘Akiko you will have to grow up eventually and start having a life of your own i don't want anything to happen to you’ i ran out of the house. I know it's stupid fighting over me being so childish but in reality i just wasn't ready to grow up, that would have meant to watch my parents grow old and die. Guess i should have listen to my mother and behaved , i ran into a road without looking . i heard a loud horn sounds then everything went in slow motion i was pushed out the way and landed on the sidewalk . i heard the

In the fall of 2012, my mother almost succumbed to her illness. I had just begun my freshman year of high school midst angry conversations between my parents and the threat of separation. It would seem as if they bickered about the most irrelevant things, almost as if they had no other reason to fight other than the fight itself. Those moments were excruciatingly lonely, my father worked until the dead of night and my mother would come home exhausted from treatment. I now know that there was no one who felt more unvalued than my mother. I wish I had the ability to iron away this blunder that destiny had fabricated, however foolish this desire is.

I was sat on the marble floor of our house next to a big pile of glass that used to be an ornate vase, hoping that my mom hadn't heard the crash. But judging by the sound of quick clacking coming closer every second, I was fresh out of luck. “ALICIA MANON JANE WHAT DID YOU DO?” Her bright blue stilettos that she wore all the time” because they were a ladies shoe” blocked my vision. I looked up and saw the rage that marred her usually gorgeous face. “You’re so useless I swear, ‘m not sure why god decided to curse me with such a burden lIke you” Even at my young age, I could probably recite this speech by heart. I was always “useless” or “good for nothing” sometimes, I even got the occasional“I hate you and I wish that I never had you”, but those were reserved for specIal occasions when no one else is around. She harshly grabbed my arms and forcIbly pulled me up from my position on the floor, I remember feeling her long blood red nails dig into my flesh. She led me upstairs to my room and before she locked me In my room yelled, “ Maybe In here you’ll learn how not to be such a burden to

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

This short burst of alleviation suddenly gets absorbed by my realization that my mother does not know about the “demon” that I have exposed. The moment goes from relief right back to my “demon” yet again being caged up.

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Go back to a time, when smart phones, and laptop were as thick history textbooks. To a time when a whole gallon of gas cost a little more than a dollar. The year is 1998 and in this year I was born. I was given to a very loving mother and father, that with their extraordinary love gave me the unextraordinary name of David. I grew up in the wonderful city of El Paso, Texas.

I would be an outstanding student in Spelman College's faculty classes because I am hard worker. My work has always came first even when I had experienced a big transition in my life I didn't allow that to stop me from doing my work. My work was always a outlet for me to express myself and to show my teachers how I really think. For instance, in my English Composition Class we read a poem called "I Want A Wife by Judy Brady" then we read a book named "Fences by August Wilson", and one day we were in class discussing the poem in the book and it shocked my teacher when I made the connection between the two. I thought my teacher made us read "I want a wife" because in the book "Fences" the main character named Troy expected everything in that

My spring project was at YMCA. At the YMCA, I was doing different physical activities with children and adults. The first activity that my team and I did was parachute. I have never play parachute and it was very new to me. When the event start, my team and I started to play with parachute by ourselves so we can get used to it and thinking different ways to use the parachute for the children to have fun. At first, there were not many children coming around, so my team and I advertised it by playing around with it and smiling which led children to be interested in the activity. The parachute activity went really well. Adults were able to participate with their children in the activity and they were having fun and enjoying themselves. Another

Every night, as I sat on the table with my younger brothers assisting them with their homework, I hear a familiar sound at the door. As she walks her heels click, and I can hear her searching her bag for her keys, the next thing I know the keys are in the lock and as it turns me and my younger brothers’ jump. We run to the door and indeed we scream in unison “Mommy’s home”, one by one she gives us a hug and a kiss. My mother asks us how our day was, and if we finished our homework, she then looks to me and said “did you cook and assist your younger ones with their homework”; I replied “yes mom”. As I warm the food, I take my mother’s purse, jacket, and shoes put them away and prepare the table for her to eat dinner. As I glance at the