The Column-Personal Narrative

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

I ran towards him. “Don’t touch...” I cut him off with a hug. He pushed me away “goddammit don’t touch me” he said. “Why what’s wrong” I asked. “your mother she… she died shortly after you left, and…” he reached for his collar and showed his neck, there were small black bubo’s on it and a

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

“Sorry about that shit man. That’s why I don’t like bringing friends over here ever; my brother just does whatever he wants at the house since my dad died. My mama can’t control him.” His comment hit me like a brick had just been thrown at my face. I had known Jarrell for almost three full years of middle school now and he had never mentioned his dad dying to me, or that he didn’t like his life at home.

I went upstairs into my room, washed my face with cold water, and got dressed. Then the bell rang. It was, Eric. He did not say anything, until we got into the car. He assured me everything is fine. He said that maybe he did not see who actually hit him. Then we arrived at the movie theater.

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

    “Wake up Mommy,” said Taylor through her tears as she hugged my mom’s twitching body.

The beginning of life has always been unknown to the modern human. No one with even the basic forms of communication was able to pass on the story of life. So it was only natural for William Tacheon or Will, and everyone else to believe that The Grid was the universe. Oblivious to the fact that they were only a speck in the Universe. Long ago, a nameless human immigrated to a deserted planet. This very human developed a system in which families would live within their confined spaces with sky-high glass borders and rare exits in a grid format until they turned 18. Known as X, the human believed it was a system that prevented fighting over simple things like on the war-torn Earth. But under the rule of X, nothing was done without the minions of X or X themselves.

You know that moment when you’re trying to reach the toilet paper but can't quite, then fall and kill yourself on a pumpkin? Yeah I know that feeling… it’s not good. It all started one very normalish day at 1065 Fitzgerald Ave.

Last summer I wanted to work and earn a little cash and distract myself and not be home all summer. I didn't know where to apply so I applied everywhere I was even open to working in the fields my parents told me that the fields were the last place they ever wanted me to work. My mom and step dad Raul always told me that field work wasn't easy and that it was not for me but I didn't listen.

If I'm in...I'll be All-In. While I'll be the first of family and friends to attend the University of Colorado, Boulder and unsure of the challenges within the campus community, I know myself. I am at my best when I fully commit.

I have never looked up information about the day I was born, but The Day newspaper and my family supplied plenty of interesting information. I was born on December 24, 1997, in Phoenix, Arizona. I moved to Kentucky in 2000; therefore, I was too young to remember living there. Some people think that being a Christmas Eve baby is cool. Except they don’t understand what it’s like when your family members combine your birthday and Christmas presents together.

I remember the look on his face was a mixture of anger and concern. Confused, my father exclaimed to me, “Tyler! Never put your hands on a girl!” I started crying, and mumbled, “Why? She hit me.”

I run past three streets before I finally catch up to Hanau. I watch him turn around as he comes into the church courtyard, a smile on his face, gloating over his win. I run up to the gate, and touch the cold iron bars as I pass through. The old tang of metal is as familiar to me as anything at home.