Personal Narrative: It's Time To Get Back The Trail
It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.
For fifteen years, I put my heart, effort, and soul into my band Murky Waters. I made it into a career that supports my wife, my stepdaughter, and my parents. Murky Waters is what saved my family and me from poverty in the ghetto of Warsaw, Poland, and it’s what saved me from giving up on life entirely before I met my wife. I met her only a year after Murky Waters began and she was introduced to me by my best friend and drummer, Tony. Anka was two months pregnant with my stepdaughter, Antonia, at the time we met.
While stretching Seth heard to sound of horses, and maybe a carriage nearby, the sound came from behind him. As he turned around it was, in fact, what he had heard, Seth looked a little harder and noticed that he was a few yards away from a road, perhaps the main highway. Seth thought to himself, why didn't I notice this before? Obviously, a road has to lead to a nearby town somewhere, maybe afterward I can find out exactly where I am, Seth said to himself. Seth would next walk along the road, hoping the carriage wouldn't pass him by, as Seth's walk down the road, the man who rode the carriage pulled the reins of the horses, and instant brought the horses to a
Thank to one of the woman around road we’re lost, she show us where to go. We finally came back to the trial, and continue the journey. The weather is better, no more rain, but sunny and warm. I change the food portion into filling, for family gain better health. And ride on the normal pace for better safety.
The villagers gazed upon him as if he was utterly mad, soaking up too much of the foul words the gods spit. One even attempted to halt his journey, but was flung to the opposite side of the village with minimal effort. The second hour of his task was interrupted by what could
I was one of the best in my class. One day, I was summoned by my master, who told me I was to go home for two days, because my mother had fallen very ill ad was dying. When I arrived home, Mother was standing at the door waiting, not sick at all. Her first words to me, the son away for eight years, were, You’ve been playing while your village has starved. You must go to the Gold Mountain and work.
I’m a trampoline made out of bones and nerves. I’M THE KIND WHO WILL HELP YOU TO JUMP TO THEIR GOALS AND DREAMS WITHOUT ANY CHARGE. It was the beginning of February, 2009. Students were getting ready for the tedious school registration. It was almost 8 a.m.
Today is the big day. The cross country meet. It’s finally wrap up and i heard the all call for all the Cross Country kids to go and get ready. Me and couple of other kids get out of our seats and leave the classroom. We quickly get ready and head for the buses.
Hidden Messages, Long-term Results I have always been an animal lover. Although my parents were, and still are, allergic to fur, I had a farm across the road from my house and many neighbors with animals. As a sassy four-year old, I had the mentality of “finders-keepers, loser-weepers” or “if I spot your animal and you're not nearby, consider it mine.” I liked to call it permanently borrowing, but others called it stealing. Starting as a young girl, I would test my abilities and creativity to see how many animals it would take until my mom went ballistic, and how many new hiding spaces I could find.
As the smell of diesel fuel filled my nose every breath I took and the sound of Five Finger Death Punch filled my ears, I thought about what was back home. The green grass, my bed, my wife, my dog Barrett, and the smell of bacon. While I was day dreaming, my squad leader, Glenn Martin, we call him Roman, shook me out of my dream of the sweet treats that can only be found in America. “We’re going into a red zone. The last thing this team needs is for somebody to be shot while they don’t even realize.”
They finally left us, so we headed for the village to continue this adventure. We suddenly heard a clopping noise and we both had an idea it was the men in the horse before. We booked it. When we were running, I had tripped and injured myself [ankle]. After that catastrophe, we realized that the clopping was a false alarm since it was a clopping of sheeps.
Have you ever felt like you could just go and do something extraordinary but you are too scared to take a risk and go for it? A quote from Robert Frost that says “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” This quote has helped me a lot and it could help others as well. The quote has taught me that if I keep after the same road, I would not change anything and everything is going to go the same way it is going. This quote can make other people realize that by going a different way than someone else that could change it all and everything could go better and if they stay in the same road then nothing is going to change.
My Story Has Just Begun. Ever wanted to know what I really wanted to do with my life? Because it took me many years before I realized what I wanted to do when I grew up. But after many years of soul searching and attending many different colleges, I finally found my place here at Walla Walla Walla Community College-Clarkston (WWCC-Clarkston). My story has just begun and I cannot wait to see how it ends.
Overworked. That’s the closest word that I could use to describe this week. I feel like this journal is going to be about me just bickering, yet there is some stuff you might want to read about. First of all, I have been sleeping three hours this week because of upcoming midterms, quizzes, and assignments due. I am sleep deprived and mentally drained and as my second year in college I have never had my life drained out of my body like a passing shadow.
" That was the longest long ride for my parents, brother, and my brother's friend. We arrived and the first thing I remember doing was getting a rock and throwing it in the river. My brother and his friend
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