Stimulus Personal Narrative

On 10/02/2017 at 0017 hours, units were dispatched to 627 Central Ave for a report of a Domestic involving a knife. I responded at emergency speed, priority one. Upon my arrival, I located the accused female in the bathroom.

For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose!”-Dr. Seuss. College is a choice where you chose what you want to do in life. How you want to direct yourself in succeeding in that goal. You might be someone that doesn’t chose to go to college, which is whatever because college isn’t for everyone. College brings us new opportunities in life. I was very interested in Augustana University during the college fair because they have sports, many majors, study abroad, and more!

" Aim at the brain " , We were told , " that is the only way they will die "

I headed out first,swimming my way back onto land,I screamed as I felt myself get scooped out of the sea by some men and women,scared that the man in the blue car had returned. But these men and women were dressed in hazmat suits but without their helmets on. They looked over me as if they were scientists,asking me and each other several questions. I couldn't muster out any words, I was terrified, I wanted Craig to help me but I was terrified of what they would do to him. This part of the dream is very spacey and is chopped up. I hardly remember most of it. From what I can remember after they’ve finished me out of the water. They place me in this building, this building filled with children. They all looked genetically modified or something,

I cannot recall an instance in which Ely has not been by my side. The baby blue plush elephant takes me back to sketching masterpieces on the stark white kitchen walls using my 64 pack of Crayola crayons with a sharpener. She represented innocence in its entirety; I was her troublemaking best friend. My bright blue eyes mirrored her powder blue skin perfectly, and her yellow pajamas echoed my unruly golden mane of curls. Her design was based upon the drawings of the Beatles' John Lennon. Coincidentally, I've developed a passion for music and art as a form of self expression. We were an impeccable match.

Two years after we had signed the gas lease my father stopped farming. The cows and the pigs were sold to the Baker’s farm on the other side of Iberdeen. So were his two tractors along with most of the other equipment that had taken up real estate on our land. Now our house sat on almost three hundred acres of dirt, grass, hay, fieldstone, history.

When reading through the points listed in the article, I found myself connecting to all them. Some I found to be more of a weakness than others, but all the same, they were relatable.

--The brain is wider than the sky*-- This was my problem ever since I was 5. As a child, growing up in a crippled country that was constantly reeling from new disasters it was difficult for my mind to tap into its creative impulses. Haiti— a nation that is strained in dealing with political issues, natural, and fabricated disasters became the first to add destabilizing images to my volatile brain. I was just a mere little girl when my world came tumbling down after hearing the first gunshots that struck the side of my house. Despite my mother’s efforts to shield me from unpleasant events; I was traumatized by the replaying images of former soldiers that returned as rebels to topple the government roamed our street with heavy machine guns and

As the girl feels that there is an imminent danger, she walks towards the door and tries to open it. She can’t open it. She then takes a look towards the entire room and sees an emergency button and a defibrillator. AS she takes a look at the roof, she sees a person descending and quickly hits the emergency button. As the people in the hospital are busy singing the Christmas song, they didn’t see it.

There are a couple times when I’ve used Bottom-up processing (p. 124) at some of my jobs. One time was when I had first my job at Magic Waters. I was told to set all the cabanas up and stock the mini fridge. Which was the only thing I was never taught. I was unable to ask for help because we were opening in less than 10 minutes. Even though, I had no clue how things were set up. Therefore, I imagined how they would be normally be put together. Then, once they were nicely set I found the refreshments in the storage for the fridges. Another time is at my current job which is at Pizza Hut. My manager told me to take over the cut table. Cutting the pizzas were self-explanatory. It was just the additional items the customers wanted on their pizza

Fragments. I was fragmented and slowly being tugged by threads. As I moved along the filaments, a voice, deep and melodious, urged me on. The consonants and the vowels were repetitious and at the same time comforting. In a timeless manner I became aware that my eyes were open and someone was standing in front of me. The nonsensical sounds sparked some recognition.

That dress combined with his suit could provide me with an enough money to pay my brother's medical bills and I would still have money left. My eyes followed the women as she sat down at the table with her husband. Hearing a clearing of throat coming from the jackass in front of me my eyes move to his face.

I really wouldn't want to share a brain with anyone. I think it would be extremely frustrating to not ever be alone physically, but also you would never even be alone in your thoughts.

I sat near the window as a pop of orange then a strand of yellow started to appear. They gradually wove together in intricate patterns leaving a trail of light behind for the sun. The concoction of colours slowly revealed the barren world filled with nothing but white snow, sprinkled on its landscape. The sun followed pursuit of the blend of colours as it began its journey to the skies. Its rays penetrated through the windows bringing warmth that seeps into me along with the cold, frigid air of the Canadian winter. I would stay still to admire the view until the trance was broken by the familiar pressure of the student’s feet on my back.