Personal Narrative: Annie's Search For Meaning

As I read more and more the more I get confused. It is just the way the author writes, that throws me off track. I did realize that there was little stories throughout the passages that I found interesting, but it just skips around so much. There are many different ways people can write. It all depends on what you like to read. I think that if I started to read these kinds of things on a daily basis I would start to learn how to read them better.

Throughout our lives, we all make sacrifices in order to achieve our goals or to help others achieve their goals. For some, this may mean sacrificing friendships or family time, or for others it may mean sacrificing money and other dreams which may also be of great importance to us. A person who has made many sacrifices in order to achieve their aspirations or goals is someone with strength, determination and masses of will-power, and it is someone who is not prepared to give up on their dream.

When I was six I wanted to be Hannah Montanna. When I was 12 I still dreamed of becoming a pop-star, but figured I could have a second job too – just in case. I’m seventeen now and I’ve have read Maya Angalou and Ralph Waldo Emerson; I’ve studied American history, marvled at astounding scientific discoveries, and cheered for political revolutions. I've traveled to different states and analyzed geological features for the aesthetic beauty and for the geological history. I've done many things, the logical step here would be then for me to pick; speak or forever hold my peace, but in all honesty, I don't know what I want to be. My six-year old self would say it's because I've seen too much, I think it's because I haven't seen enough. I want to

I crawl towards the light and began to stretch my right arm towards it, I could feel it is the door; they left it open. I slowly pull the door open, revealing an environment just like a jail. I scan around me and see that I am surrounded by guards. Although, I also see that the entrance of this encampment is located a few metres away from me. I know this is my only chance of survival. I sprint towards the door, I turn around and begin to see a group of guards behind me, I continue to run and reached half-way, I hear a woman scream "hey!" but did not turn around. I am now near the gate, although I keep hearing the same voice, a scream in fact. I turn around for a split second and saw a woman. Our eyes instantly lock together like two magnets. I know the look on those eyes, they're the same fearful yet innocent eyes that I saw from my mother when she was murdered by the Gaia family. "Zuco!" she says. I stood there for a moment, guns pointing at me like a hundred cameramen taking pictures of a celebrity. It can't be, I saw her death first hand, although there is this feeling that I cannot remove, the uncertainty of whether or not this is even possible. I am so close to the door, I know that I can turn around and possibly make it out, or go towards my mother but surely we both will die. It isn't worth it. I look at her and thought she would be fine if I left her. I took a sigh and ran straight towards the door, I also spot that my mother is running too, unsure of what direction. I continue to run but as I run further and further a white structure appears to be getting larger and larger in front of me. I am running towards a wall. Although, there seems to be another structure, only this time shaped like a human being. As I run closer to it, I realise that it is my mother. I came running as fast as I can towards her, and after twenty years I received my first hug, I

The narrative that I picked was about a lady by the name of Terri Rosen, she is a Crossfit coach as well as a Krav Maga instructor. In the video she talks about how being a coach has broadened her horizons in life. She has became a business woman owning three gyms as well as she has became a teacher impacting peoples lives by showing them the ways to be fit. I found this narrative interesting because i have also recently started my journey in the exciting life of Crossfit and I look forward to one day maybe owning my own box (crossfit term for gym) and impacting peoples lives for the better by giving them the ever growing gift of fitness. In the Narrative she spoke about how the ownership of her gym has changed her literacy because she now

not impressed at all. She inscribes, “When the father visits, he climbs up the stairs muttering with

In the essay, “The Storyteller,” Sandra Cisneros discusses how she didn’t let her family's’ traditions interfere with her passion to become a writer. Despite the fact that her father loathed the idea of her moving out without being married, her desire for independance lead her to leave. She finally got her silent home to “listen to the voices inside herself” while becoming inspired by all of her trinkets. Every decision she makes revolves around her writing; it influences every aspect of her life. Cisneros emphasizes the role that family has on your dreams and her ambition to pursue them no matter what.

Who is Katelyn Ballard? Katelyn is a student, a sister, and most definitely, a pet lover. I am a senior at Franklin County and have lived here since May 30, 1998, which is my birthday. Even though I have lived here seventeen years, I have moved houses six times. I currently live on Tims Ford Lake with my Mom and step dad. I have one older brother, Cody, and two step siblings, Cade and Carly. I have two dogs, Dixie and my favorite, Marley. I enjoy high school, but just like every other senior; I am ready to be done. I plan on entering Motlow’s nursing program then furthering my education at MTSU to become a nurse practitioner. Taking care of people has always been an instinct of mine, so a job in the medical field is ideal for me. I enjoy writing

Lauren and the others in her group are in a new situation; they have to survive out of the walls. Lauren said, "Everyone who's surviving out here knows things that I need to know... I'll watch them, I'll listen to them, and I'll learn from them. If I don't, I'll be killed. And like I said, I intend to survive" (Butler 173). She's always focused on adapting to new situations - but one key to that is learning from others and bringing a group together to support each other.

The Ghoul and the Skeleton fight was like a dance. The Ghoul would lunge forward, claws in front and the skeleton would dodge to the side and strike with the sword. Katherine was proud of her creation. The focus shifted from them to Ashlynn who seemed to be expertly duking it out with Father Royald outside. The door being opened to the courtyard, Katherine took the opportunity to go to the door in case her Skeleton lost the battle.

This week’s readings really hit home because according to paper my mother was diagnosed schizophrenia, mildly retardation and borderline personality disorder. These disorders are very scary and can take a toll on many relationships if they are tended to. I once had a neighbor who was a sufferer from schizophrenia and she would always come to my driveway and yell at my children and I to stop watching her. There were times that she would come banging on my door screaming to the top of her lungs to take our surveillance system down or she was going to take it down herself. We never had a surveillance system up, so after reading the chapter I realized she was having a delusion about the surveillance cameras.

My feet are like bricks as I shuffle them towards the vortex to Hell. The creak of the garage door greets me with penetrating death cries over God knows what. One kid sprawled on the concrete, another using his lungs as a weapon, and yet another banging her fists on the one that screams. Nevertheless, my presence does absolutely nothing but make the fighting rise rapidly like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

Have you ever felt unsuccessful? Do you want to live a happier life? I can help you! A person can always improve their life if they can set their mind to it, and I will explain the reasons behind this in order to persuade you. I will show you examples and stories of people improving their lives as long as they can set their minds for success!

“It was probably another branch,” she said. “Don’t open the door. You’ll let the storm in.”

He is close now, so very close. She can hear the leaves crunching under his boots. The smell of death upon his clothes. See his armor decorated with bones of ancient monsters. His hooded face with a mask of a skull. He stands under her in the clearing. She waits patiently while he scans the woods, readying herself as he turns his back to her. With a snarling roar, she lunges at him with claws drawn and fangs extended and crashes into him. The flurry of leaves, a crashing flash of lightning, blood and water, his sword in hand through her heart. All falls quiet and still throughout the woods.