The Two-Day-Personal Narrative

Since moving to Orillia back last September, I have wanted to drive on my own to Barrie and just walk around the Georgian Mall just to prove my self that I can drive on the high way and I can go any where if I try. When this assignment came about I knew right away that I would choose the “Day of Nonconformity” because going to Barrie is something I want to do for myself and not for anyone else. I choose to go on a Friday because that was the best time for me to go because I have no classes that day and I also have school to be done so I though Friday would work for me. Also, one of my friends tagged along so that I was not alone on this trip. I got to walk all around and went into the stores I want to go into. I never actually ended up buying

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

Coach Shapiro raises his monogrammed aluminum whistle and it is the most unholy sight I have ever laid my eyes on. I allow myself to exhale. I attempt taking in the air of the room when I inhale. Instead, I am greeted with the sweet ripe smell of ‘determination’. Determination is Coach’s word for sweat, as in Ya ain’t had enough ‘til ya got determination all over your body or Practice ain’t over ‘til ya are able to fill a glass with your determination. My pores are boundless and eager. My anxiety starts to show itself through the determination that leaks off of me like a faucet.

When I was extended seven feet above the ground, I knew we had succeeded. My two bases were in front of me and my backspot was behind me. I heard the familiar counts of my backspot “one, two, three, four”, I bounced and pushed myself up into my bases waiting hands, “five, six, seven, eight”, I straightened as my bases lifted me up to chest level. I locked my knees and stayed tight. I put on a smile and looked ahead. I felt my backspot release her hold on my ankles. I heard her voice once again, “extension, one, two, three, four”, I brought my hands down to my sides and focused on staying tight as I slowly rose, “five, six, seven, eight. I was all the way up. Then a few moments later I heard the counts as they brought me to chest level then back down to the ground. We had done it, we had hit the stunt and did an extension.

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.

After Dallas had convinced everyone else that going to the bar and getting shit-faced was a good idea. She was forced to go as well. Seeing as how she was practically their baby sitters. Darry stayed behind with Johnny and Pony, not wanting them to go. While she was stuck with Dally, Steve, Two-Bit, and Soda. And she as the designated driver. They all looked old enough to be drinking, even though they weren't, so they got to go into the bar.

“Hey you want to drive”, my step-dad yelled over the loud engine of blue grizzly 4x4 quad I yelled “yes!!”, so as I got one the quad I put on my helmet and fased the strap on the same color helmet.

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.

My initial perceptions about the students of St. Angela were very stereotypical. Honestly, I expected those students to come from single parent backgrounds and come from a low income household. I expected to deal with students who live life in a survival type of manner. What I mean by survival type of manner is for one to be on defense seeing the type of the children are from the Austin area. Walking in to St. Angela I expected to deal with kids that didn’t listen and know respect for authority. I expected this due to my upbringing in the same neighborhood.

- my chest is going to collapse.. maybe more emotionally than physically but it all feels as if the pain is real and can always be felt.

According to Kottler, Zehm and Kotler (2005), teachers should "spend considerable time and effort building positive relationships with children, allowing their authenticity, genuiness, and caring to shine through. This statement drives what I'd like to be said about me at my retirement dinner. I want my students to say that I was a human being willing to relate my experiences to theirs and that I was their biggest motivator.

Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity

I can still recall that day and its scent; the scent of freshly sharpened wooden pencils, disinfectant, old paper, and dust. The busy hustle and bustle of the halls of chattering kids walking to class and teachers shouting in different directions. All of this appeared to me highly surreal; I might have been there physically, but I was not entirely there psychologically. To me, it was all a moving picture in mute. I could see, feel, smell, and taste, but I could not listen. I was only able to perceive gabble, meaningless sounds that were meant to be words, but, unfortunately, did not make any sense.

Mai was the last to arrive; she always was, putting off leaving the lonely chill of her own small apartment at the heart of the city to the very last minute. She flashed an apologetic smile to the group as she flipped the kitchen chair around and slid into her seat, her arms folded against the backrest, her chin resting on her hands. It was strange, seeing the team in such an informal setting. Surreal in a way that made her heart thud rapidly against her chest, and her stomach twist uncomfortably. Here in Robin’s cabin it was less like they were strangers fighting for the same battle. It was almost domestic, with the siblings curled together on the couch, and Wendy draped easily in the overstuffed chair, like they were an actual team.

At about 12:30, I ran to class for the AAP CSS Lab. After class, I had free time to go buy food. It took me more time that I thought eating because I was checking my phone. By 2:30 I went to AAP CSS lecture. I was dressed up so after class I went to watch cat in a hot tin roof. The play was good and fun to watch but it was very long.it took about 5 of my time. Think this play was a big distraction because we could have read it in less time and understand it better. I ordered pizza because I was very hungry, I did some of the English lecture paper but unfortunately I didn’t have time to do my work. I felt asleep working on that paper that I woke up at 5 AM to go to bed. Friday was even harder because I had now three big homework that can take at least three hours each and less time because there was a mandatory requirement to watch that circus of soleil that took four hours. I came back at 11:30 pm to work again on my English lecture paper. Thursday and Friday was all external distraction of events, so it was hard going into the weekend because I had a lot of