Personal Narrative: Have You Experienced Information Overload

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

I don’t think that I had any misconceptions at all. Fall auditions were required every year, yes, but they mainly addressed who would get the solos for the first concert. For every piece with solos after that, besides the Corelli and the final concert this past year, the solos automatically went to Fangbo without him having to audition. Regarding work ethic, my work ethic was strong as concertmaster for Philharmonia and for both years in Chamber. I played in all of the out of school performances, musicals, attended rehearsals, participated in Solo & Ensemble, and consistently practiced all of the pieces. I was completely dedicated to orchestra and gave 100%, even with my difficult class load last year.

It was the first time I was going to drive. My dad stopped on the gravel and said,”Drive to the house.” I hopped into the driver's seat and tried moving the gear shift. “Um, dad it's not moving,” I said. He responded with,”Son you have to put your foot on the break to move the gear shift.” I set my foot on the break the threw the gear shift into drive. I stepped on the gas pedal and the car took off. The whole way to the house it was like a stop and go sort of thing. I was really scared to hit the gas pedal because I was afraid it was going to go way too fast. Also, The car was so touchy! Every time I would give it a little gas the car would rev up its engine. As the car went down the hill I had my foot on break the whole time. Every time I

When you first walk into the Hornets Nest the first thing you see is one of the friendly crew member there to swipe your hornet card. Then you smell the freshly stoned cooked pizza and nearby you can see some choices on pasta. I normally don’t the eat pizza. Honestly the pizza is not as good as it smells. I haven’t touch the pasta once because I avoid the pizza so I forget that there’s more than pizza.

I must admit when I read the first paragraph of Too Dumb for Complex Texts I laughed. I smirked and laughed causing the people in the store to look at me, a person behind the counter in a strange way. Brushing it off I went back to reading. The results of the placement test were not all too surprising. The quote, “Chances they would fail … they didn’t have the knowledge and skills to tackle readings, tests, and papers at the next level”, did not surprise me in anyway what so ever. I am a senior and I know full well I am NOT READY FOR COLLEGE. I am horrible at grammar, I am unbelievably stupid in math, and in history I can only remember wars and how people died. About 1/4th of the kids I know are ready for college. It’s a nightmare to learn

Throughout the past year I went through a great deal of undertakings that caused me to become more experienced with my skills and how to overcome various challenges. These really built up my character and the way I am today. In all aspects, this past year consisted of going to Killington, Vermont, my brother going into the Air Force, meeting him in Texas for his graduation of basic training, completing a double backflip on a trampoline, landing a front flip on flat ground, accomplishment of a 2 ½ front flip on a diving board, getting 2nd at leagues, and competing in districts. All of these activities have advanced me in a skill or challenged me to an extent.

In the start I was super attracted to books and loved the feeling of reading because it felt like I was going into a more interesting life instead of a boring realistic life, If I really enjoyed a book I could read it for hours. I got in trouble in class because I read instead of working. But then one day I would never read the same way again.

Dan threw his backpack in the back seat of Phil’s seat, plopping down in the front seat and slamming the door. “Dan, what’s wrong? Why did you ask me to pick you up?” Phil was concerned.

Yeah, it sucks for me to employ the Urge to verbalize with you in quantity. Moreover, I understand how hard you work your ass off. Conclusively, I have to verbalize: So..Much..Love..I'm sick a little "not sure If you want it.If you do or not. Give me all your love. As I will give you dote even if you're sick."love ya.

So then I go, and find Mrs. Price and tell her, ¨The red sweater wasn't mine. I knew adults weren't right all the time.¨ So I yell at the top of my lungs to Mrs. Price, ¨YOU BELIEVE ALL THE STUDENTS AND YOU ALWAYS YELL AT ME, I WISH YOU NEVER TEACHED HERE, I JUST WANT TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE.” Then Mrs. Price tells me to go to the office. So I stomp my feet on the floor ,and go to the office. When I get into Mr. BobbyJoe’s office i talk to him and tell him what had happened. He says to me, “Now Rachel I know how you feel if I were you I would do the same thing. So what i want you to do is to go and tell Mrs. Price your sorry while I go and call your parents then come back.” So I go back to the class room and tell Mrs. Price that I was

I sat on the couch holding a bottle of whiskey, wondering what I had down with my life. I was successful. I had something that people would kill for. Only they usually ended up killing themselves over it. Kinda like me. I obsessed with my job, it consumed my life. I didn't have a life anymore. It was taken over by my job. I knew I needed a break, but I couldn't make myself take one. I waited to long. All my feelings were bottled up inside. They just exploded. Like a grenade. I'm a fucking grenade.

I was convinced at one point in my life that I wouldn't graduate high school, let alone get a college degree. I grew up in a broken home, where there was physical, emotional, mental, and sexual abuse. This all had a tremendous affect on me as a young girl, well into my teenage years, and early adult hood, and significantly impacted the choices I made for myself at the time. I moved out of my home at the age of 15 after my mother remarried, I went to live with a friend which I thought at that time was a great idea. It wasn't long after that I began smoking marijuana, doing cocaine, drinking and taking rohypno. I was hanging out with all the wrong people, and I stopped going to school for over a month my junior year. One morning after I had drank

Now I am a senior at Cal State Long Beach with a 3.0 GPA and about twenty units away from graduating. I have been working part time and going to school full time for four years now and hope I can give back to the community with my occupation once I graduate. It has been a long road with infinity obstacles, but I can truly say that I am almost THERE.

Thoughts racing though my head of every excuse in the book of what I was going to tell my boss. Should I say I had an appointment or that my dog got sick? Or should I even go out on a limb and tell him I am sick? Or maybe I should tell him the truth which is always the best option. It was my second day on the job and was already panicking about being late. My jeep had broke down and the battery wouldn’t start.

They told me I was a polyglot, “Is it contagious?” I asked. As I grew up I understood that my privilege of speaking in many languages had lead me to the point where people were calling to my house asking me to translate official documents at the age of fifteen.