Personal Narrative: Changing The Summer Of 2009

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

Have you ever wanted to go to the mountains for the summer? Have you ever told yourself, I need a vacation!? Well, I’m about to take you on a vacation. It will be so much fun and better than a real vacation you’ll forget that you are only reading this. Oh, and you might want to get a snack first because once you start reading you won’t be able to stop. This is gonna be one heck of an adventure.

High school. The place where your supposed to find yourself, determine who you are and who you want to be. Some people take this opportunity for good and some take it for granted. Those who abuse this opportunity end up broken and lost and they never find their true self’s till they have lost everything they ever thought they had.

A summer of 1974.My friend Randy and I were playing hide and seek in the woods,then I heard a strange noise it sounded like a saw chopping something.Later that night we left to the cabin so I told Randy about the noise I heard he told me ‘’Let’s go explore the noise you heard.’’Ok’’I said.When we were walking we saw a light in the distance.

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.

My heart pounded as my feet gradually left the safety of the grounds and began its ascent on a ladder that rattled on every step. Sweat formed in the palms of my hands while my gaze remained transfixed to the ground. In my mind’s eye, I envisioned myself landing with a splat on the ground. This was my first time at White Water, Six Flags. At first, when my cousins invited me to the trip, I presumed that in the worst case scenario, I would face a roller coaster; I can stomach that as long as there were seat

We got inside the house and it turned out my uncle, aunt, and cousin would be going too. While my younger siblings were preoccupied, Mom rushed me and everyone that was going to the car so the younger kids didn’t cry when they saw us leave. My cousin and I sat in the very back while the

It is a somewhat unspoken agreement that people all have, and breaking this agreement is frowned upon. The bathroom is a very unsocial place. You go do your business and then leave, it is very simple. The social norm that I broke was talking to someone in the stall next to me, and continuing to have a conversation even when it was clear they did not want to have one.

Glancing around, my attention turned to a fallen tree trunk with a deep cut in it situated on the ground, which I thought resembled a boat. I decided that I would use it to get down the waterfall. Carefully, I push the boat to the edge of the crumbly cliff and position myself in the cut-out portion of it. Inching my butt forward, the tree trunk begins to move until I could no longer feel the

Walking into the coffee shop where everyone else , including me now, confronts people in their lives and continues to discuss important topics. The decorations around me are plain and simplistic, nothing special about this place whatsoever. I wait patiently for my invite to show, mentally preparing myself for the conversation that I want to have so desperately. I think of the topics I want to bring up and the ones I want to focus on more than others. Nervously, I continue to wait and talk myself out of thinking that they wouldn’t show at all. A few minutes filled with deep breaths later, finally they’re here. I walk over to the table we agreed to meet at, and sat politely before greeting them and waiting for a response. I cleared my throat and looked at my lap, trying to refrain from saying anything I’d regret. Taking a deep breath, I tried to remain professional while addressing the topic. Finally, my attention was brought to the person seated in front of me, to the world in front of me. With all the courage I could muster I stared dead into its

When I was 5, my hands grew old and weary, tired of construction and calloused from work. Day after day after day, I would fashion new worlds and cultures out of little LEGO blocks. I worked fastidiously- creating tiny planes, guarded forts, and expansive cities that swept from one end of the carpet to the other. (I loved to make castles with booby-trapped moats and false walls and hidden entrances.)

Who am I? What makes me unique? What makes me special? As simple as these questions are, why are they so impossible to answer? Am I the star pitcher on the varsity baseball team? Or am I valedictorian at a prestigious school where competition levels are at an all time high? Or am I the high school dropout who couldn’t care less where I end up? I am none of these things. I am myself. I am me. My anthology is me.

What did you learn over the summer? Everybody has something that they enjoyed learning during summer school. Maybe what one person enjoyed learning another did not. It is ok for people to enjoy learning completely different things. There are many different things that were taught during the summer like lessons on life, how to write essays, how to take notes properly, and many more things. These are my favorite things I learned this summer and this is why.

Tomorrow, I will sit in somber silence as my neighbors set fire to their money in the form of loud noise and spectacular light shows. Very few know WHY they do it; it's just a day to party. I was born (so I am told) in 1965. I became aware of the concept of "freedom" sometime in the seventies. While in school I learned I lived in the “land of the free” and got my drivers license, my fishing license, hunting license, and was given all my shots, certainly against my will at the time. The eighties and nineties, I quit school (Thank you, Mr. Harrison for being a man of honor and telling the class that you did not believe what you were required to teach!)and went in a pursuit of the almighty dollar, starting a family, maintaining a home, sitting

The three things I learned this summer was that I just have to read every once In a while and I understand stuff. Reading this summer has improved a lot in my opinion. I can follow along with the professional reader when he reads and I can follow along with my pen when Mcgee reads, so that has improved since the school year. Also that our teacher can talk about things and actually make you think a little bit. Just when he does the little kindergarten impressions, he makes a really good point. He makes you think in depth which I think is a good thing.