Personal Narrative: Oreius

As we close out the 43rd game of the season, the Phillies drop to 15-28. As the pitching woes continue, it's tough to look on the bright side. It's understandable for the fans to be anxious, but it's all apart of the rebuild. I'm here to tell you to R-E-L-A-X. The team is still incredibly young and in the process of getting back to October. Maikel Franco is struggling a bit at the plate. Picking up the slack in the lineup is Tommy Joseph, who has been on absolute tear through the month of May. Cesar Hernandez has cooled off a bit but still playing some good ball. What can't I say about Aaron Altherr? He's everything you can ask for right now and then some. One thing you can look forward to is one of the most exciting

One day I was in class and a tornado erupted 17 miles away. Alex Ogle and William Burnett went outside with me and somebody came by and picked us up and dropped us off on an island. We were stranded on an island. We were safe until the tornado was over.

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

A few years back I was sailing the open ocean with my leader, Odysseus, and the rest of the crew heading home when Odysseus informed us that we would be taking the long route home. As we grew closer to a strange island, the wind stopped and the water became quiet.

One particularly bright, sunny day, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and squirrels chattering. It was New Year’s Eve and I was going to have a party with my family and friends. I looked at the list of foods I was going to prepare for the party. This year, we all agreed to have a Mexican-themed food party. I checked off the foods I made and the last necessity was guacamole. I looked up the recipe online and the one that caught my eye was the famous Chipotle Hand Mashed-Erpiece Guacamole. Two ripe Hass avocados, one teaspoon of lime juice, two tablespoons of chopped cilantro, one-fourth cup of finely chopped red onion. One-half of finely jalapeño, and one-fourth teaspoon of kosher salt. Simple, right? That’s what I thought until I made the recipe for a disaster. I took out two avocados, lime juice, cilantro, and a few jalapeños from the refrigerator. Then, I pulled out a red onion and a glass container full of a white substance in them. I also pulled out a medium-sized bowl and wore an apron. I felt ready. I cut both of the avocados in half and removed the

I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of

In the modern world, Terrorism seems like a daily occurrence. A bomb here and a shooting there is taken in stride, now. No more than a week and life is back to normal. There is no rallying cry. While most threats come from the outside, as is a hot topic recently, we also recognize that many attacks come from within our borders. However, there was a time when it was inconceivable that one of our own could think of hurting our country in such a way. We would have never thought that the ones we take a bullet for would be the ones behind the trigger.

I’ve always been an outsider, it’s been hard for me to build friendships and relationships. Not too long ago, there I sat in the corner of the room in the way back, trying to hide from the world, and be myself. I didn’t really want to get involved with anything or anyone. I was afraid to open up, talk to others, maybe because I was afraid to get rejected. Until, I met the best people I could ever meet, my best friends Marisa Mendoza, Jessica Contreras and Deseray Reyes, the ones who up to this day have sticked by my side, at my best, and worst moments. They have all been a big part of my life, I can enjoy every minute I spend with them. For me, they aren’t only my friends they are like my sisters.

I hope the interviews are going well. Steven and I met with Dr. Gaines this morning about eRate, I am happy to say he doesn't want to submit the paperwork. This is a relief since the way Sharon submitted them in the past goes against some of our basic principles.

I shouldn’t be alive today. Yet this opportunity of having a second chance has taught me that I have a purpose in life. After being born premature because of the car wreck my mom was in, doctors strongly believed I wouldn’t make it over night. However, they were wrong; I survived to become an athlete, I was able to conquer depression, and I have the strength to become the first college graduate in my family.

A personal legend is a journey that everyone must undergo at some point in their lives to fulfill their life purpose. My name is Mohamed Jallow; I just recently turned 16 years old, and I moved to New Jersey 2 years ago. At this present time, I am very interested in studying Industrial engineer as a major after high school, this discipline will shape me into a leader, and offers a great salary to sustain the quality of life, that I want for me and my family. Reading The Alchemist, alchemist explains to the Shepherd that “…when we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better, too” (pg. 150). I always strive to be the best in anything that i do, and when i taste the fruits of my labor, i would make sure that my family, and everyone that supported me enjoy it as well.

I called it the Casita, which means small house in Spanish, yet I never lived there. It was my home forty-five minutes away from home. Brightly decorated with a vibrant yellow exterior, it caught the eye of most bystanders. A dream of entrepreneurship brought my immigrant parents to the United States. Like most families, we struggled for the first few years on American soil until we were able to buy a small lot of land where we built a Venezuelan restaurant, which my family nick-named the Casita. Maturing alongside the restaurant, I was constantly exposed to my culture and the commitment needed to keep the business alive. In turn, this exposure brought me to be a more appreciative and devoted person.

clear when they had there last quarrel. His dad was in his office and he when in to ask for help for something but before he could ask or even get in the door all the way his dad yelled at him to get out, but in a much crasser way. It went downhill from there Tacitus was not one to back down, he was concern and he walked in and ask what was wrong and tried looking on what was on his computer, his dad worked for a pharmaceutical company he helped manage the place Tacitus didn’t know his exact job but when he went to look he got a firm punch in the jaw his dad had a new and growing temper. Tacitus jumped up and immediately started yelling at him it escalated from there it ending in a design sized hostile bill. Tacitus still didn’t understand his dad was being more and more graded.

I’ll start with the unavoidable and irrefutable challenge that I, a new bother will endure due to my lack of experience. My inexperience with Greek life will be one of my biggest challenges. However, I have forever enjoyed and been up to dispute my challenges. In order to grow as an individual and as an organization, challenges must be attacked head on, overcome and as a result one grows. It’s kind of like building muscle. You lift causing small tears in your muscle tissues which cause the soreness following your workout but as your body heals itself you come back with bigger and stronger than ever before. Therefore, I believe my strongest assets that I bring to this organization as a new member is my strongly motivated mentality, hardworking

I was the fairest maiden on all the land. However, somehow I was turned into this hideous monster. Although I do not remember how this occurred, I want to find out how this happened to me. Every day I would walk out of my lair to have a breeze of fresh air. There was no one around, and not a city in sight for the next 20 miles. I was alone with the other gorgons for the rest of my time on this planet.