Personal Narrative

The sparks fly in the air, there are marshmallows in your hair, and you’re with your favorite people in the world. This is called the best place on earth, for me at least. I enjoy camping so very much, you meet new people, experience different things, make new memories, and have a blast. You also see new sights, smell some things, and always wake up to the birds singing and not the bustling streets of the city. Camping is my go to activity.

When I first came to this school I had been trying to get a job for a year and I could not go through with the process. The idea of becoming an adult and having a job frightened me. I knew that when I decided to come here, that I would have to take part in an internship. I forced myself into something that was not comfortable for me, so

She carries symbolic bracelets and tangled up headphones and torn playbills. She carries crumpled sheet music, a highlighted play script, a rusty gun and holster, an old calculator, worn out journals for writing fragmented lyrics, passionate feelings, unforgotten memories, and so much more. Twice or three times a week she carries packets of law and a lunch that was packed that morning. She carries a water bottle that is always half empty, or much like herself, half full, depending on how you see it. Wyatt carries the priceless shark tooth necklace she gave him, locked away somewhere unknown. Hannah carries the cheap but meaningful books that she gave her, unread but still valued. Her mother carries the candy she gave her, hard but sweet, a reflection of her soul. Something they all carried in common, was that they all carried something that was given; taking turns, they carried pieces of her shattered heart.

I arrived at practice with my shoes laced, hair pulled back, and the mindset that I was unstoppable. I could play against every member of my team and come out the victor on any given day. It was the first day of practice that week, and challenge matches were scheduled to begin. The team went through our daily shuffle of drills, conditioning, and running to prepare for what was lying ahead. While warming up with my friends, I felt great, talking about homecoming, boys, and a variety of irrelevant events. I felt ready. The odds were in my favor and nobody could stop me.

I wanted to gain a strong reaction from people whether it was positive or negative, so I decided I would tell my peers that the Freshman Summer Program was just too intense, and that I most likely would not return in the fall. I chose six triple rooms on the fifth floor in De Neve Holly. I broke the social norm of common courtesy, so I walked in randomly to the first six doors that were unlocked at 11 p.m., which are considered study/quiet hours. I told all eighteen of my peers, “Hey, I think this is just way too much work, maybe UCLA was just not the right fit for me. I am probably not returning in the fall.” Their reaction of astonishment and concern stunned me, not only because it was a random thought, but I also barged into their rooms very late without ever really having talked to them. Surprisingly, not one single person turned me away. Instead, they argued that I am here for a bigger purpose and that everything would get better. Even though I did not feel this way and I valued my opportunities, their urgency in trying to persuade me to stay gave me hope that we are all here to help each other

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled

Throughout the month of January, I had my first legitimate internship. It is astounding how such a great experience was inconceivable just but five months prior to the new year. I honestly was unsure of what I truly wanted to do for weeks before I figured it out entirely. My interests always primarily fell somewhere between two categories: science and business. The only logical step was to contact businesses and corporations (profit and nonprofit) to explore the opportunities available to me, so that is precisely what I did during the summer. I previously participated in theatrical events, so I decided to include theaters as well. My project was confirmed only but a few weeks after, more towards the end of the season. Consequently, I was given

During the Fall 2015 Semester at Old Dominion University, I was offered an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to pursue an internship that specializes in fundraising and corporate sales for Florida Gulf Coast University Athletic Department. During the first week of my internship at FGCU, I was assigned by my internship coordinator to create several initial goals that were exceedingly met due to supportive co-workers and family members. In addition to meeting my initial goals, I had also experienced several significant learning experiences along with other highlights that have affected my professional growth and development, but also suffered major disappointments due to lack of resources that FGCU had provided for me as an intern. Despite the

At the start of the semester I was unprepared for the level of work that I would be facing at this new school. I am used to being able to balance my full-time job, family obligations and my school assignments with relative ease however, all that has changed. I have spent many sleepless nights revising essays and reading selections for this class. It is fair to say that I have given everything that I have in order to prove to myself and everyone else that I do in fact belong here and that I can survive the pit falls of this institution. I have spent many sleepless nights slumped over my laptop checking for comma splices and subject-verb disagreement and I have the bags under my eyes to prove it. I hope that I do not need to explain further my rationale, but that it was visible all semester in my haggard face and the fact that most of my assignments were all relatively

When I first came to this school, I had been trying to get a job for a year and I could not go through with the process. The idea of becoming an adult and having a job frightened me. I knew that when I decided to come here, that I would have to take part in an internship. I forced myself into something that was not

In San Francisco, about a year after my mother died, when I was nine or ten years old and going to the second new school since moving in with my father, I had a desperate crush on a girl named Lisa. She was a year older than me, in the next grade level up (our classrooms were combined). She was pretty, Asian, was popular with a group of friends that would surround her during recesses.

From a very young age I was brought up around religion. I would go to Sunday school every day, church camps and I also never attended a public school, all private religious school. But I began to become confused very quickly as the actions of my parents began to prove otherwise.

I would go into a desperate panic when all a sudden I could not hear. I would get this hollow sensation in the pit of my stomach, my throat would become dry as I gulped and tried to gather my senses. It was as if the volume button was turned down and all that was left to hear was a weird gurgling static sound. Reality hit me hard and fast, I had hearing loss. I thought that was the worst of it, a fluke thing, little did I know about the next ten weeks ahead of me.

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.