Personal Narrative On Clarity

In 1983, Raymond Carver introduced his short story “Cathedral” to the public. The first-person narrative takes place within the narrator’s home, where his wife is waiting upon the arrival of her blind friend Robert. The narrator, however, becomes more concerned about how Robert’s visit will affect him rather than enjoy the situation. Once Robert arrives, the narrator tries to understand the blind man, but he is unaware of what tasks Robert is capable of performing due to the narrator’s inability to “see”. In time, Robert shows the narrator the difference between looking and seeing through illustrations of a cathedral, drawn by the narrator with his eyes closed. “Cathedral’s” narrator exposes readers to anti-heroic views

In order to get the help I needed, my mom had to pick me up two hours early from school every day and bring me to Anderson Elementary, where the speech therapist was located. Being forced to leave school early didn't help my social issues. The friends I had turned on me, and I became the weird girl. I no longer had people to eat lunch with, and invitations to birthday parties stopped arriving in the mail. I was mocked on a daily basis by people I had previously considered to be friends. Everyone had their own conspiracy theories about me; it hurt. Along with my new-found social struggles, my grades began to drop and I knew I had to make a

I was not a normal child or teenager because of the judgement I got from the general public, my peers and the restrictions that my doctors put on me to keep me safe. The feeling of being on ten types of medication a day made me feel like a druggie, the fact that this disorder caused me to gain a lot of weight, I felt like a whale. I thought no one was going to love me for me, I was afraid that a normal adult hood was never in the cards for me. The idea of me never growing up normal grew weary on me and haunted and still haunts me to this day. At fourteen my seizures just vanished like a ghost in the wind, some restrictions still applied but I then felt a bit more like a teenager that could live a normal

The cost of college tuition is continually on the rise and has placed many burdens on high school students as well as their families. Some of the burdens that are placed are a result of parents putting pressure on their children to earn scholarships. Some of the burden is a result of students putting pressure on themselves to earn scholarships. Then, there is the burden of high college debt once the student graduates. Is this pressure really helping our students or is it hurting them? The bottom line is college tuition is skyrocketing out of control and something must be done before it destroys our families and our children.

I refused that help, I did not want anyone to help me. I was hurt by the situation. And I did not refuse that help only here in US, I also refused with my family and friends in Mexico. My parents were affected too and those moments they didn't know what to do. One day the principal from the elementary called my parents to her office and told them about my behavior. She asked my parents if they had problems at home like fighting or any kind of violence that made me behave that way. My parents explained to her on the situation that we had and how that affected me. The principal understood that she sent me to see a psychology. When I went white the psychology she asked me why I did not wanted to make any friends or talking to anyone. At first I didn't want to talk, but after she convinced me and I told her what happened and that I wanted to die. After a long time talking she started a treatment to help me to overcome my situation. After a while I understood, and I regret that I refused the help that everyone was bringing to me.

They told me to do it. The voices. It's not me, it's the voices! They never stopped talking. I'm afraid to be alone with my thoughts.

The last time I saw Charlie outside prison walls we were on the run. Charlie was on the run, not I, I just went along for the ride because he was my husband. Charlie was on parole, but he loved to drink his booze. In our state it's a violation to drink while on parole.

With NFL Players kneeling everywhere and soldiers feeling unappreciated, our country is in shock. It all started by a player named Colin Kaepernick, a quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers, in 2016. This event persuaded numerous NFL players to continue this process. One by one, players all over the league began to protest to call attention to the issues of "racial inequalities and police brutality". With mixed reviews of this protest, I believe that kneeling during the National Anthem of the United States of America is disrespectful because it is abrasive, selfish, and hurtful. Also, I am not sure that all of those protesting in this manner know the true meaning of our national anthem or the flag that represents our freedom.

I was tested prodded and poked by as many doctors and medical specialists, my parents could find hoping to find a magic bulletWhat is like to be one in three thousand, for me, not a good thing. I drew the short straw and was born with a genetic disorder called Neurofibromatosis 1. It is a disorder which affects one child in every 3,000 born in the United States and can be passed on from a parent to their child or through what is called spontaneous mutation. It has the potential to affect fine & gross motor skills, hearing, low muscle tone, sight and speech and can cause learning delays. When I was younger, I could never understand out why I was receiving speech therapy, occupational therapy and physical therapy. I just wanted to be average. My neurologist said that I am highly functional, I was not sure what that meant at the

My teenage years were filled with many Woe is Me type emotions. I was diagnosed by a

I reluctantly accepted my fate and stayed and made an attempt to rehabilitate myself. 9 months later I was released and I attempted to reintroduce myself to society. Unfortunately I relapsed and my behavior went back to what it was and my outburst became more violent due to the onset of puberty. I was taken back to children’s hospital and the arduous yearlong process began again for my parents. However while I was at children’s I had an awakening of sorts. One of the doctors sat me down in a room and he sat across from me. With a stern look on his face he told me that I would not be able to live with my parents if there was not a change. And continued to say that without this change my parents would put me into foster care; unbeknownst to me this part was a lie. For my 9 year old mind this statement shocked me to the core. After our conversation I sat in my room just thinking about my choices. I knew I had issues and I needed to change. I realized this was my last chance and if I failed I would have no home to go back to so that night I made the conscience decision to do absolutely everything I could to help

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“Your assignment is to write a persuasive essay and present it to the class in a week. You will be graded based on how convincing it is. Today we will be choosing topics,” announced Mr. Bowerbank, my 7th grade English teacher and ruler of classroom 110. My class simultaneously groaned at the prospect of work. I simply lifted my head with intrigue as it was already May and about time we had our first essay. He then proceeded to give examples of topics we could choose and gave us some time to think before we had to tell him our topic. My classmates were already rushing to tell the teacher their idea lest someone else steal it. That meant the usual abortion, death penalty, or drug use topics were out. I really couldn't think of anything and the teacher was slowly making his way through the remaining students like an executioner beheading criminals in a line. I have always thought that he would make a marvelous supervillain if he had a curly mustache, a tophat, and a cape. Eventually my name was called. I slowly dragged myself over to his desk. Even sitting down, he still seemed to tower over me. “What is your topic Cindy?” As usual in such desperate times, my mind turned to food. “Waffles are better than pancakes.” I figured that a waffle was just a differently shaped pancake with a nicer texture. “Hmm. Excellent topic. I look forward to your essay!” I survived to live yet another day.

Why spend money that is really needed for other things? Why live uncomfortably? Why be trapped in this hole called a home that belongs to another person? Why not live free and peacefully? When a person rents he or she usually throws away money that could be used to purchase something that belongs to them. Money is not easy to come by so why pay out hundreds toward something that is not benefit to the person paying it out. There is no good explanation for making a decision like this. The best option in a situation like this is to buy a house. Buying a house is a better option than renting an apartment.

I was getting evaluated for Autism, and I came out with a report that I had Severe-Moderate Autism, and the language of an eighteen month old. In July or August 2006, I was throwing a HUGE tantrum, it was also the day my mom and my grandma brought me to the doctor. I was still screaming and crying at the doctor’s office, and the doctor said something that changed both my mom and my grandma’s life forever.