The Skirmish-Personal Narrative

The long 172 days had finally passed, and the day I had been waiting for, for months, had finally come. We were in Chicago for my One Direction concert, the day couldn’t have come faster. The agonizingly slow hours that passed that day was too much to bear. Before arriving at Soldier Field, I was highly anticipating meeting one of my closest friends, Jessica, for the first time. It’s actually rather incredible to me, we first were introduced on social media, we didn’t know each other at all, all we knew was that we both loved the same band, and we were both going to the same concert. Prior to meeting for the first time, we were restricted to Skyping each other almost every other day and texting every day.

As a former company intern, the possibility of returning to Targeted Victory to work with the client strategy team serves as the ideal situation for both the company and I. The experience and training that I gained at Targeted Victory, in the year that I was there, has been one of the most insightful work periods of my life. Now as the opportunity to return to the company presents itself, I see no better move than to return to the company that taught me and invested in me while I still relatively new to the political arena.

If I could go back to any time in the world, I would go back to France in October 1944 on the Western Front. World War Two has always interested me. Being able to see the revolutionary weapons would be incredible. I would also love to take part in such a historic and epic war. War is a horrible event that plays a major part in human development.

It was mid-October and in the twenties, because it was October as was I am finishing my route. As I biked the town seemed so beautiful. I like this job because it helps me get away. I had woken up with Abelard screaming about friends lost in the war. Jacob had to come over help him. Jacob was a friend of the family and was also referred as an hyphenated American. The two had been bullied at the start of the Great War long before it came to America.

This is one story I’ve never told before. Not to anyone… It all started a few days, we made contact with the enemy. It was quite scary when this all began, it was a beautiful, warm, sunny day. The birds were chirping, the wind was whistling to the sound of Yankee Doodle, and we were marching to the tune. It was all great until we had to keep quiet. The commander yelled at us and told us to get down and shut up. It took us a few minutes before we realized we were being ambushed. George, the guy laying next to me, Stood up and started to shoot and holler. He was making so much noise it was drawing attention to him and myself. I saw some troops on the other side start running towards me with their guns out. So I did what any other person would

Mericc watched in dismay as his father left the room. "I'm coming as well," He said, grabbing his dagger and running to catch

turning my head again I saw Simon dive to my aid. He did not utter a

Melee combat is extremely dangerous; when blades clash, someone nearly always dies. They say you’re either really good and they die, they’re really good and you die, or your both are really good and you both die. I’ve found myself engaged in combat will talented and well trained individuals. The results of past battles have scarred me immensely, and have contributed to my physical decline. Ironically, I was at my worst when I was a traditional fighter without access to the modern weapon systems of Tyria.

As I walked into Mark Chericos Academy I was getting eager for my first fight, and as I was getting my MMA gloves wrapped up the rock music started playing and the fight was about to begin. The car ride there I was anxious and nervous because I didn't want to get beat so I kept my earbuds in and didn’t listen to anyone talk, it felt like the longest car ride of my life as i looked out the window. When we were about 5 minutes away from the stadium, and I started to get nervous, but my friends and family got me ready. As I walked into the big stadium where everyone was going to fight I started to see all the black cages and all the rows of seats where people were going to sit, and I started to get fearful again. But after my friends and coaches

Dec 17- Ive stayed at the warren home for one month now. the peupl are very kind to me always looking after me right and never making a fuss when i mess up. but i have yet to make any friends. today we were in the art room making paintings i wasnt able to finish so the teacher allow me to stay when the class was over. after the teacher left i started painting my picture a pretty sky blue. the window was open the cold air bothered me when i went to close the window i saw a bag there were a pack of smokes in it the box . one time i saw my teacher putting one to his mouth and he made smoke. i know im not supposed to touch other peoples stuff but i wanted to know how he was able to make smoke by just putting paper in his mouth. i took the box and popped out a smoke put it in my mouth and blew. nothing happened i was confused did i do i wrong thot. thats right i didnt find have fire. i looked for the stick that made light the smoke. found it hiding in the box under a lot of paper. i put the fire towards the smoke and there it was i made smoke. i went to the window copying what the teacher would do. i coughed when i first started but got used to it. it felt weird like some worry left me and i sat there watching the sky. after that i started stealing smokes from my art techer sometimes.

After having a great understanding on the Israeli/Palestinian conflict and learning about the psychology of war, I can proudly say I’m a liberal. This foundation was first planted in me after reading the Melian Dialogue. In fact, I knew I was a liberal the moment I read this: “If we are on friendly terms with you, our subjects would regard that as a sign of weakness in us, whereas your hatred is evidence of our power. Those who preserve their independence do so because they are strong, and that if we fail to attack them it is because we are afraid” (Thucydides 2). To a realists this would make sense, but to a liberal it’s baffling. It makes no sense to even think of International Law in that aspect, and the absence of cooperation is prolonging

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.

Two days later; the time for preparation finally ended and I knew I was ready for the fight. Before the fight we were to be told the rules and who we would be fighting to move on. The first person I was fighting was a lot smaller than me and I knew this was going to be easy for me.

I sit in my bed, eyes focused on the television. The world is blocked out. All I know is do not look away from the screen. I hear the sounds of an active battlefield.

You know, all my life I’ve been fighting. Even as a kid I would always get in fights. Kids would call me a loser, and I ain’t no loser. I’m no bum, my whole life i’ve been trying to prove i’m not a bum. That’s one reason I got into fighting. You know My father used to tell me “you weren’t born with much of a brain, so you better start developing your body. So i did. I trained hard. Then I started putting all that training into fighting. But today, i’m not here to talk to you about myself. I’m here today because I want to give you some advice. Focus on your education. Build your brain. I know that may sound weird coming from a fighta but kids now a days don’t understand how important it is. Fighting is dangerous, fighting is for someone that