The First Time-Personal Narrative

I am a first generation child to have been born in my family, the first generation who is about to graduate high school and the first generation to go to a college and succeed in life.

I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of

I’ve always been an outsider, it’s been hard for me to build friendships and relationships. Not too long ago, there I sat in the corner of the room in the way back, trying to hide from the world, and be myself. I didn’t really want to get involved with anything or anyone. I was afraid to open up, talk to others, maybe because I was afraid to get rejected. Until, I met the best people I could ever meet, my best friends Marisa Mendoza, Jessica Contreras and Deseray Reyes, the ones who up to this day have sticked by my side, at my best, and worst moments. They have all been a big part of my life, I can enjoy every minute I spend with them. For me, they aren’t only my friends they are like my sisters.

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

I watched an episode of “The First 48” were there was a murder that happened in Tulsa, Oklahoma and Atlanta Georgia. The title of the episode is “Bloody Valentine/Storm Warning.” The suspect in the first story was the ex-boyfriend who shot the father of his ex-girlfriend’s son due to jealousy and anger. The first suspect had multiple arrests for assault and domestic violence. The ex-girlfriend broke up with the suspect because of domestic violence and she told him that her ex was over to spend the night with his son and this is what caused the suspect to come over to her house and eventually committed the murder. The second suspect murdered a rival gang member because he heard rumors that his gang was going to rob him. The suspect shot at the

On February 27th, a plane heading to San Jose with five people on it suddenly crashed in southern California. The two houses it landed on immediately erupted into flames because of the jet fuel. Luckily, no one was in those houses, however three out of the five were killed on the plane, while the survivors just had injuries. The people on the plane had consisted of a husband, wife and three teenagers going home from a cheerleading competition at Disneyland Adventure Park. The competition is suspected to be the Jr. USA Nationals, but unfortunately will not be a celebration to them anymore. The names of the people have not been released at this moment. Many bystanders of the crash have taken to social media to share the horror of what has happened. Undoubtedly, the passengers will never be the same again.

life is stupidly hard sometimes, and only made harder when we pass 18 and have to make our own significant choices. It used to be that society and our parents shaped our futures and even pushed us in the direction they wanted us to succeed in, however hard I tried though I always fell short of my parents expectations. I didnt believe people could change and that neither of my parents would change their way of thinking and that I would never be able to change what I was, but people can change and I know that now.They wanted me to go to college and develop myself in a successful career insted I ran from what my parents wanted, got emancipated and married at 16 and then divorced at 21.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

“That’s all you have to say? That it was good? It wasn’t hard to leave your family behind? To have us think you were dead. To leave me, blind, with a drunk and a father who hid from his family?”

Nina stood. “You saved us, Tobais. A general’s choice is never between what it right and what is wrong. Someone always has to die in war. You can only hope it’s more of them than us.” She gave me an approving smile. “You did good, Tobias. Whether you like the job or not, you made the best choice.” She removed everything from the tray and held it to her chest. “So don’t beat yourself up about it. It can’t be changed, and you better not even think about wishing you could. We’d be dead. You would be dead. Well, maybe,” she said with a shrug. “You’re good at not dying for some reason.”

65 degrees outside, with slight wind, and rain surely on the way, I casted my line off of my grandparents dock waiting for something to bite. Three days had passed by and I still had nothing to show for. I was getting slightly discouraged, after all it is pretty tough to keep a four year old boy entertained by sitting on a bench for hours. I wanted to go inside and give up, but Grandpa told me to stick with it. The rain started to come, but he and I sat in our fishing hats with jackets to keep us warm. I remember he said that good things happen to those who wait, and I listened to him. Not even 5 casts later, I felt a tug on my line and saw my bobber start flopping all around. Quickly reeling in my line, I could start to see the fish come up

The first time Mia ever saw Adam is when he was watching her play her cello in the music room. Adam is only a couple years older than Mia, and was finishing off highschool. Adam is in a band he plays the guitar and is the lead singer. A couple days after Mia saw him snooping around, he finally came to her locker to ask her out. Adam had said that he had a pair of tickets to the master concert, he knew she would enjoy. That night Mia was freaking out she didn't even know what to wear. She didn't even know if it was a real date. When Adam arrived he was wearing a sharkskin suit she then realized that it really was a date. Adam briefly greeted her parents, and then they both took off. That night at the concert Mia knew that is was the start of

The cursor smirked at me. A blank white rectangle filled the screen and my mind matched it. Amongst the nothing, sat a something; a little black and blinking line. I tried to fight it, moving it along with feeble words and weak openers, but again and again, the cursor won, pushing my progress back to the beginning of the blankness. The third or the fourth time that the line beat me, I turned away, unable to face my shame. But the cursor coerced me back and commanded that I gaze into the abyss below.

The first time it happened, she was only 16. She passed out at the kitchen table half way through her diner, fork held tightly in her hand. The table shook under her body and I jumped up from my chair running to her, gripping her shoulders in my hands. I shook her, head rocking back and forth, but she wouldn't open her eyes. I cried out and dragged her to the car, my husband following close behind. I kneeled down on the seat cradling my daughter's head in my hands, praying that she would be okay. On the way to the hospital she woke up, briefly, eyes still woven to sleep. She tried to stay awake as my hands held her in a vice like grip. She asked where we were going and why I was so scared. When I opened my mouth her eyes slipped back into that