Summary: A Brave New World-Personal Narrative

What Italian explorer Amerigo Vespucci coined "The New World" was now overrun by man-eating zombies. It all started in Chile and Argentina; news of a highly infectious pathogen had begun spreading at breakneck speeds. By the time epidemiologists had discovered the cause of this pathogen it had already spread to the Western half of the United States and was making its way east.

The novel opens in the Central London Hatchery and Conditioning Centre. The year is a.f. 632 (632 years “after Ford”). The Director of Hatcheries and Conditioning is giving a group of students a tour of a factory that produces human beings and conditions them for their predestined roles in the World State. He explains to the boys that human beings no longer produce living offspring. Instead, surgically removed ovaries produce ova that are fertilized in artificial receptacles and incubated in specially designed bottles.

Only this would happen to me I think to myself as I stumble around this dreadful forest. Today I decided to take a nice peaceful walk in the forest listening to the birds chirping a melody and the sun beaming down on me but my klutz of a self just had to get lost. I have been walking around aimlessly for hours now and the sun has gone down so it has gotten quite chilly and dark out. My phone happens to have no service out here, I can not even call my family to let them know where I am, they must be worried sick. To calm myself down I take a deep refreshing breath the air around me, smelling distinctly of pine and mildew

It had so far been another long, boring day for Millicent that almost seemed to never end. It all started with a small hearing; a few low classed individuals begging for something to help them get through with their day to day lives. In all honesty, Millicent couldn't be bothered to give them his attention, and he only dismissed them moments after they showed up.

Ive decided to use a scene from my book since this essay is based off of scencery.

Our defeat was bad enough, but this is worse. Octora and her group have us surrounded. We’re prisoners. I can see Octora ahead, talking with another octoling. I know their plans. Take us to their world and use the abilities my friends have to their advantages, forcing as much as they can out of them while keeping me imprisoned somewhere else to do who knows what to, and then destroying this world. I need to stop this, but I can’t. Stopping it would mean facing Octora, the living nightmare. The very thought causes my hands to feel clammy. I can’t. But then suddenly an image flashes through my mind-of Splaterina collapsing from exhaustion, unable to do anything more. Then of Marie. Would she ever see Callie again? And Xavier. He would try to help everyone, but I know they wouldn’t let him. With us

He strands on the bridge, looking out at the planet. A planet surrounded by warships from 10,000 worlds, and encased in shields, not to protect it, but to contain what has infected it. He had ordered it hundreds of times now, but this world was different, special. This was his world, his home, and while there has been colony worlds, a few thousand, or a million beings, most were barren worlds, devoid of life, or at least only primitive forms.

Long ago, the world started very differently than you imagined. A new world, formed from the explosion of the Big Bang, but with a twist. The world split into different realities further from the one that many are used to. In this particular alternate reality, heros born to save their world from what they considered the older species, as threats to their new land. Humans, that is, were killed off in order to save the new land. New species of animal were born, new “people” born from the shadows, the heavens, the earth in all forms. Demons became one with Angels, Fairies, and more born from the new conditions. Those humans who survived the attacks ran to a sacred land and lived as the Anonymous. Some received special ability from the new world

Stephanie, you made some good points in here. Also a lot of this was review for me as well. I was also surprised by the Social workers who helped out some of the urban families. I’m sure it was because people were not use to the changes of the new industrialized world. They probably did not know how to use spend their money properly with all of the new business coming up. I remember reading in one of my History books about how people were becoming very rich too fast during that time period and the poor were staying dirt poor.

“The ultimate question: are we born to transcend all or are we born to the destruction of our souls. The truth is is that we are good; after all how many two year olds are there shooting up schools and stealing their parents credit cards. We learn how to be evil, we are domesticated and desensitizes to everything that is ethnically wrong. How can we go back; is there such a thing as a perfect Utopia? Or have we domed are selfs and humanity? “

One of my strength is meaning new people. I like to meet people and go to lunch with them. But there are something's that I don't like about meeting new people. One thing is that I can get close to someone. I hate when I get close to someone and they leave. I remember when I moved to Jacksonville, Fla I did not have any friends. I meet a couple of friends two months later. One of the friends that I meet was Thomas. Me and Thomas would go to church together, movies, lunch, shooping and etc. Then about a year later he gat married and move. I miss him, after he left my life changed. I have friends but I don't have a best friend anymore. Am going through the same thing name with Jessika. I gat a new best friends she is moving in August.

Before the age of 18, I had lived in four different countries in three different continents. After being uprooted three times and placed in a new world, I became comfortable with being uncomfortable. I am more capable and more willing to take risks and put myself out there. This comfort in new environments has allowed me to thoroughly develop my world perspective and adaptability skills. Additionally, I have been lucky enough to attend schools in 3 different languages and feel confidently fluent in each one. My father was raised in a poor town in Colombia and has taught me what it means to work hard for what you want, a lesson that was really tested last semester as a pre-business student. I am unable to describe my freshman year before being

My personal mission is to be the best I can be, to leave this world with no regrets and to be remembered as someone who was extraordinary. I want to change people's lives for the better and to strengthen people at their weakest point. At the end I want to leave knowing I touched people’s lives and left the world a better place. I want to leave my mark on this world and be remembered, that I did everything I could. I gave it my all. That I made a difference and the world will know, I was here.

Utopia ‘ahhh’ … I was told it was the land of the free, the place where anything was possible no matter where you were from or who you were. I had once stupidly thought that it would’ve been possible for a man like me, a man with skin darker than most and a family without a spare penny, to do the impossible. To achieve a better life. To save my family from poverty. A man once told me that I cannot succeed in life until I want to succeed as much as I want to breathe.

I can smell someone, cooking delicious, crunchy, tender and tasty bacon. It was weird because I can smell it in my dream and reality. Until a loud, non-stop sound rung onto my head, it was my alarm clock. I remember that it’s Monday morning. The most awaiting day of every student, not really. My mom is always putting it near me. Maybe she got tired of waking me up every morning. I tried removing it once but consequence is far worse. She would get a pan and spatula and slam them together if she sees I don’t wake up in time. It made my head hurt so I took a long warms shower, it help me freshens every time. I dressed up for school and ‘clean’ my room.