Retaliated Later: Personal Narrative

Standing up to a bully was super nerve racking. I was super scared and nervous. I had to make the decision whether to keep getting bullied or standing up to the bully. My choice was to stand up to him. He would always make me feel embarrassed and as if I were an alien because he would always pick on me. He would call me names in school where his only audience was.

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

I chose to take AP Biology in my sophomore year of high school, which I quickly learned was a very demanding course. Even the instructor agreed there was too much material to cover before the AP test. This meant that we flew through each unit, and had very few opportunities to earn extra credit.

I was a dresser for the PDG fall concert, 1968: The Cusp of Hope and Rage. I was backstage doing quick changes, helping with props, and communicating with tech on a headset with any unforeseen issues (which did occur multiple times). I worked with PDG for all of tech week and the six shows that they performed.

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

The semi-truck fired up, spilling out dark exhaust. I got in my car. I began to look at the interior closer. It was well used, the seats were torn and stained, the steering wheel flaked in my hand to reveal the foam beneath. A single key sat nicely on the center of the dashboard. I lay my gun against the passenger seat, the trigger facing towards me in case I needed to grab it in a hurry. I started the car up and rolled down the windows, allowing the air to flow through.

EEERRR……. As I opined the dour, I heard a frantic scream, help help help screamed a man that was being chased by a ISIS fighter. In a state of notches, I feel to the ground, ouch!!! I quickly stumbled to my feet, turning around I realized that I feel on a rifle. I thought myself, remembering how I to us a rifle, I snatched up the gun and aimed throw the scope, as I puled the trigger, a loud sound from the gun startled me and at the same time excited that I killed one of the many fighters I have to face.

In my life I have had very good times but also bad times like my assassination at this time I was living in the White House but was traveling down to Dallas Texas. At this time my life was very busy and there was always something to do. Other things I did beside being the president were playing football for Harvard, be in the army and be senator. Though all these thing ended up in a Lincoln when I was next to my wife Jacqueline, I was shoot in the back of the head the flung my arms up and covered my head but the bullet already hit I felt the pain in my head and like that I was assassinated by Lee Oswald. This happened on November 22,1963. I was buried in Arlington National cemetery. I am remembered for being on of the best presidents in the

My sister and I first came to America in 2009. Our parents stayed behind in South Korea, and we live with our uncle’s family. I could barely speak English, which greatly reduced my chance of making friends and getting good grades. I remember feeling terrible looking at a giant letter “D” on my English grade report. On top of that, there was monetary trouble between my parents and uncle, which led to his mistreatment of me and my sister. In that period of my life, I realized that in order to thrive in this environment, I must first learn to speak English, and I worked hard on it until I eventually was dreaming in English. Of course the process was hard and lengthy. During that time, I was greatly humbled whenever I received quiz scores back.

I immediately shoot the camera’s in the corners with the pistol, and run to the huge oak desk. I throw open the drawers, and rip through the contents: paper, candy, documents. No serum. I scan the room hastily, my eyes landing on a set of heavy oak doors. That's got to be where the serum is; it's the only other closed place in the room. I yank the handles, but they're locked. I hear heavy, loud, fast footsteps running down the hallway. My heart begins to race like a hamster on a wheel, my confidence wavers, and I want to vomit. Rosemary, be brave, the world is depending on you, I tell my self. I shake my head, and swallow, pulling out the tranquilizer gun. I'd prefer to knock the guards out for a good twenty-four hours than to kill them.

I am going to talk about my trouble . I was not outgoing when I was a child . I was not nice to strangers . I was unable to leave their but my mother was trying to make me outgoing person . She was taking me to park to play with children , but I was crying when approaching me one . Then i was entered school and my mother was to go with me in the first days . Then let me go alone

I was in the ring, my hands were clammy, I was breathing hard, and I was full of adrenaline. I glanced at the sidelines to see my peers and family cheering me on. I took a moment to cherish the moment as I had been preparing for this moment all year. The next thing I felt was my body hitting the ground. While I was in my own little world the ref had given the signal to fight and my opponent took advantage of this moment by kicking me down. I got up and prepared to fight again. My coach yelled out, “Fight back Devin. You can do this!” The ref signaled us to fight. I thrashed out as many kicks as possible. To my surprise, none of them scored a point. I took a look at the clock, it read only 20 more seconds! I knew I had to play it smart and wait for the right opportunity.

Joe and Susan used to not fight about the little thing, but that has changed a lot in the past few months. Joe will take walks in the woods after a fight, it helps him calm down. They got in their biggest fight yet, Joe and Susan were full out yelling. Right in the middle of the fight Joe just storms out the house Then after a few minutes of walking he sat down on a fallen tree. Then he hears different noises coming from the sky. Then he looks up and a beam of light shines down on him, he is trying to move but he can’t. Then he started to float up into the UFO.

Hands down for me it would have to be easier to write about an event which is violent, life-threatening, or highly active. In my experiences I am able to remember the tiniest details of events that were more intense, than ones that weren't. If an event causes me strong emotions its embedded within my memory. All five of my children's births were emotional but the third one was the one that I will remember the most. She was in distress and the cord was wrapped around her neck and six weeks early. The doctors were in a rush to delivery her, the fear of losing her, emotions within the room and them rushing her to NICU without being able to hold her. I remember the smells, lights, color of the room, and the fear. I don't remember all of those

Going on the trip, there was me of course. I keep to myself and don't have many friends. Actually none to be exact. I tend to observe people more than interact with them. I like watching people, though. It's better than talking to others.