Personal Narrative: Panic

Your hear thunder and lightning screaming. A cannon flies through the air and with a roaring bang, crashes down on the road before you. You are protected the walls of the earthworks you had helped build are still together. You see another cannon fly through the air towards you, but the effect is no different. The walls are sturdy, they can be torn down. The British come marching up the hill, guns are clutched in their hands. You hear the son of a gun fire, and then another gun fires, and another. Your commander shouts, “Fire”. You load your gun and press the trigger. Bang! The fight has begun.

First, one reason I have to why the British shot first is in the passage it quotes “ The officer came up to within about two

I was a dresser for the PDG fall concert, 1968: The Cusp of Hope and Rage. I was backstage doing quick changes, helping with props, and communicating with tech on a headset with any unforeseen issues (which did occur multiple times). I worked with PDG for all of tech week and the six shows that they performed.

No time at all for approach; time for battle task. We are calling for the very best rifleman in the world to accompany us as we learn on improbity, any place it stashes. This is not a game. There is no room for remorse right here, so fire to carry out.

There were fireworks when I was born. At least that’s what I’d like to think. I was born on July 5, 1996 in Atlanta, Georgia. I was only 31 minutes short from being born on Independence Day. I was pretty much an “outcast” from the beginning. I was quiet and usually preferred to be alone or with just my family. From a young age I became fascinated with movies, particularly older movies. When I was eleven years old I saw the film that helped me figure out what my passions were and who I wanted to be. The film was Dazed and Confused (1993). I know it sounds like a joke considering the films contents, but every aspect of it intrigued me. After watching that, I began developing an urge to do something in the film industry. Eventually when I was

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

I really enjoyed this experience and learned a lot about how I grew up. I was born two months premature and the doctors did not and still do not know what caused me to be premature. My older sister was also born two months premature as well and my mom had a lot harder of a time with my sister and had a lot more complications with my sister than she did with me but I guess I had complications as well, clearly being born two months early is a complication in itself. I was born at 4 pounds and 4 ounces. This pretty small if you ask me. Although I was born premature after I was born at Mayo Clinic in Rochester Minnesota I did pretty dang fine. My mom was in the hospital for ~~~~~~ days after I was born for the doctors to watch me and her and make

As the Frost Festival finally drew to a close, the excitement of the frost fae, both royal and non-royal, began to wane as the festivities and parties died down, and the frosty multicolored flags of the various frost fae Clans were taken down and folded neatly for storage until the next Festival. I’d been working as a Frost Guardian for over twelve hours protecting the princess of the Snowflake clan, and, even though I thought that I was going to be beyond exhausted and more than ready for bed, I still felt strangely wide awake and even a little buzzed with adrenaline, like I’d gotten energy from the remnants of the festivities that had happened around me and the fact that I was finally training in the real world as a Guardian.

Swish, tumble tumble, crash. I could just tell by the way I fell that something was wrong. Very wong. But I decided to just keep going even though it hurt. I was at the Jackson Hole ski mountain and was on the Rendezvous bowl with the Jackson Hole ski and snowboard team.

It was a beautiful summer evening at my uncle’s firework stand in Stillwater on July 7, 2012. We were sitting on the cement next to the giant metal building containing thousands of dollars worth of fireworks. I looked up at the sky and noticed it was getting dark. Together we were thinking of what we could do to pass the time before we had to close the stand. So we took a small 200 gram cake cleverly labeled,’’Stressed Out”. in the parking lot..

The mass of clownified humanity that we gazed upon was horrifically impressive. They were swarming upon the facility like a malicious rainbow sea. The facility was located in a secluded wilderness area and it had one road leading up to it. This road was stuffed with clown cars. Judging by how many of the vehicles were simply cars hastily and gaudily painted with spray paint, I deduced that much of this army was recently infected clowns. It turns out they had rapidly, within a day, recruited the next city over in preparation for this siege. Our wonderment was interrupted by the ricochet of bullets as the gun toting clowns fired upon us. It would take a lot more than that to kill this bird though.

“Let’s go back, I think Panic! is about to come on,” Carly said. A similar journey was made back to our seats. Plopping down next to my mom, the hype man ran out onto the stage, “Are you ready St. Louis?” exploded out of the speakers. The roar of hundreds of voices rose in the air as response. “Here is Panic! At the

A time where I was frightened beyond belief was about a month ago after I had seen the new Steven Spielberg movie “It”. I was on the Scarborough High School turf after a soccer game with three of my friends. Unfortunately, my friend’s grandmother was late to pick us up, and they ended up turning off the lights at the turf. It was the darkest black and smelled of mist and grass; it made me feel apprehensive. In addition, it did not help that the most unclear fog you have ever seen happened to be clouding the air that gloomy night. After seeing “It”, my friend Lindsay decided to jump on top of a sewer and holler out, “You’ll float too! You’ll float too!” Of course, my other friends and I decided to join her on top of the sewer screaming,

The first time I had a panic attack I thought I was dying. My mind started spinning, my vision got blurry and the lights in my room began to burn my eyes. My breathing was labored, I felt like my lungs were going to collapse, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. My limbs went numb, my mind wouldn’t stop racing, too many thoughts were going through my mind, I couldn’t control myself any longer. I was screaming, but I couldn’t hear myself. Everything was silent except for the steady beating of my heart.

It all started around the time of early October of 2013. I had been getting hives on my face and upper chest, making me itchy. As time progressed, I was becoming worse. Around the time of November 13, 2013, my face was very swollen. My face was swollen because this was my bodies way of telling me that their is a foreign object that was not satisfying my system. On that day, I had stayed home because my mom and dad had decided to keep me home because of my face.