Personal Narrative: A Separate Peace

I must annihilate it” (Wise). Peace has never really been achieved, and it the struggle for power through war will carry on going because the thing that is built into our minds is we can improve what we have. That means that we keep on progressing on items, for example, the iPhone; we always want the best and we improve it and the same goes with peace and war. We always won’t to improve it and that can damage society or let society progress. And by doing that society creates new

What if you were destined to save your town, would you be heroic enough? What is a hero? Campbell’s Heroic Journey, The Hobbit, and story/ film explains. My idea of a hero is being a person who sacrifices themselves for others, and doesn't think people are less worthy than themselves. The Heroic Journey describes that anyone can be a hero, examples of that would be The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, which is a story about a group of men go on a death defying journey to save the town. The other story is How to Train Your Dragon is similar with other supernatural events. Such as dragons and bugs. Despite having similar heroes, The Hobbit had a stronger Heroic Journey because there were more obstacles.

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.

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

I rush into my home and run up the stairs to my room. I jump on my bed and roll over to my laptop and open it quickly. I log onto the One Direction site and see that I made it in time to see the bid. I scroll and try and find my name and I see I'm in third place for the tickets and the time is running out. I've already bid $7000 for three tickets and backstage passes. The reason it's so expensive is because these passes are the last set of passes for their concert. 5sos is also playing so we would be meeting two bands and hearing both of them play.

It was a hard rain that woke him up, the pitter patter on the windows and the clunking against the metal shackles. Tennent lifted his head off his blocky, drink stained pillow and headed toward the door. The sound of glass breaking whistled behind him as the liquor bottles sprung off his bed, being dragged by the blanket he held onto, like the pain and regret that were held in the shards would always follow him. He finally reached the door as he turned the bolts to lock as he always forget too, and started crawling to the mini refrigerator that hid in the back corner of the room. As Tennent crawled to the iced bar he remembered why he was only supposed to stay in this over expensive motel for a few nights, having to help his mother though the latest and recent flu that’s been going around.

Henry had a lot of courage going into the first battle. He didn't truly know what war was like so that might be why he wasn't scared. The first battle was not very brutal and Henry stayed calm. His friends were calm as well and Henry didn't want to seem like a coward if he ran away. Henry got some respect for staying during the first battle. There was a different story however for the second battle.

She lays helplessly, hopelessly tranced. What will remain of her in the coming hours is unknown, but one thing is for certain, I will remain by her side until she is an empty house, cold and unseeing. Though sorrow may fill my bones, all that I let show through is a sense of tranquil energy in lieu of the recent events. She mumbles and murmurs longing for the life long past. Embarrassment occupies her brain as she contemplates why and how her life has come to this. She reeks of stupidity and frailness when her life was nothing close to that. She fears that what we leave behind is more important that what we were. Is it though? Regardless of what she was or what she has become, I am here and I will always be here.

2 yards was the distance from the tree and I. The foreign feeling of confidence was pumping through my veins. Like the lemonades they consistently offer us when it’s too warm outside. To my left, with a slightly slower pace, was Gene. The look of unfeigned adoration in his eyes beamed down at the. Slowly encouraging me that everything would be ok. Which is the information I already knew from the beginning. With a pace to match a ferocious beast, Finny was to my right, running with a slight passion of endurance in his stride. He was eager to get this over with. The sooner we do, the quicker we can walk moxie to lunch. With the thought of food racing through my phlegmatic heart, my stomach let out a subtle growl. Gene let out a chuckle and

Every paper, no matter how well written needs to be revised and edited as time goes on. In some ways, life is similar. We all go through changes that influence us and shape the direction we are headed. Some of these changes come from our own prerogative while others are inspired by friends and family members. I know that my worldview has gone through this revision process. Even looking back to freshman year I had many of the same ideals, same focuses on values and hard work, but over time they have come to manifest themselves in different ways. For instance, I am much more willing to share my beliefs and opinions on controversial issues. This developed as I came to realize my ideas are worth arguing for and I gained a knowledge of

“On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character, or the public trust. I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the constitution, my community, and the agency I serve.” This is the oath average citizens take right before they become police officers. The oath shows us why police officers are here, they are here to protect us. The police, and other Government officials, should use police brutality because, if the same people who are supposed to be protecting us are hurting and killing us, then regular citizens are not going to respect laws and authority.

Based upon the various factors which intersect to create one’s identity in society, I would describe myself as a white, cisgender male from a middle class background. Additionally, I would define myself as heterosexual. Furthermore, my parents are married and I am the oldest of four. While my family is not wealthy and vacations are rare, I have never spent a night hungry and neither of my parents has ever been laid off.

I had the most unusual experience this morning on my walk. Yesterday I spoke my truth with two people who needed to hear it. Or rather, I needed to say it. (I'm guessing they probably would have preferred not hearing it.) Neither situation was an easy one for me and required a great deal of chutzpah. I acknowledge that the fear of rejection is quite strong and often does keep me from speaking up. However, in staying true to "The Four Agreements", I must continue to push myself in areas that feel very uncomfortable. That is the only way I will overcome my tendency to "take things personally" and "make assumptions". If I don't have the courage to ask the tough questions, I will be spending so much unnecessary energy trying to suppress

Though I have no recollection of this, my family often explained that as a young child I was quite rambunctious. I’d repeated refused to participate in activities, had poor grades, and had interesting temper tantrums. Most adults believed it was caused by a lack of attention or a distrust of others. However, I’d felt as if I received all the attention I required and trusted most people I knew. In reality the issue was caused by my dissatisfaction of how gray the world seemed and I lacked a creative outlet to counteract this. This all changed when I receive my first handheld system. My parents immediately noticed a drastic improvement in both my behavior and learning pace afterwards. I was astonished at what such a small device could accomplish,

I don’t really have a religion. It’s crazy, I know. I’m surrounded by people who insist I should believe. But why? Why should I be forced into one singular religion where there are flaws? I’m not an atheist, though. I think there might possibly be a divine being (or beings)? I guess you can say i’m agnostic? My father was raised in a christian home but that didn’t stick. He’s been fascinated with different religions, so he’s not really “tied down” to just one. That’s why I’ve never been to a service until today. (Is it even called a service? See, I don’t know!) I’ve only ever been in churches for weddings and those events have happened to me a staggering three times. So, yeah. I’m not experienced with this at all. So obviously I thought, “Hey,