Personal Narrative: Rissa

The arena was cold, the lights were bright and the pressure was on. We stepped out onto the ice it was fresh and crisp. It was time I had to be ready for the most important ringette game I've ever played.

We flew down the bumpy trails with dust in our face. Maria took Rachel and I four-wheeling with some friends. It was two o’clock in the morning and my mom didn't know where we were. Maria Tormanen is my older sister. Maria has a positive influence on me because she is always pushing me out of my comfort zone. She supports me in what i do and she goes after her dreams, I admire that.

Last year, 2016, scaled to my first tournament that would be played at Marista. I would not

Having a dad that is in the military can be tough. I had to adapt to new places and go through situations that made me doubt who I really could be. Through it all my family has always been there for me. When I moved to Virginia it was hard for me to adapt. After I joined the soccer team the situation brightened up. It’s coming to that time of leaving my family. They will be moving to Knoxville, Tennessee when I graduate. Radford is close to Tennessee but still in Virginia. I seek to join Radford’s nursing program and soccer program. Radford has everything that I dream in a college and more.

I am the oldest. There are four of us. Tamar, who does everything right. Avital who is always in trouble. Carmel who acts like she is two years old. And me. Everyone says we look so alike. They think we are four quiet, well behaved girls who get along great. That’s not always the case. And we are more different than you would think.

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.

When I was young, my family and I lived in the coastal plains of Texas. One day, I started to think about what it was like at the very top in Texas. I always dreamed about the cowboys, farms, ranchers and the farm animals, that they were unique and that that was the only things that the great plains had. As I grew older, I thought it was boring, and then I had an idea. What if I, Maria Muro could make it more fun? So, I decided to dedicate my life to make the most fun city In Texas.

When it comes to my passion most don’t understand it the way I do. For the past three years my passion has been lacrosse. Since I was a freshman at Sandalwood High School my interests for the sport have grown and my devotion and commitment have reached new limits. Most people don’t understand lacrosse, they just know that it is a sport “with sticks and stuff”, and while I don’t take offense to ignorance; sharing my passion with others is never a burden. Lacrosse is one of the biggest parts of my life as of now and I believe it will continue to be for many years to come, but there’s more to the sport than most people know. Lacrosse has a history behind it older than any other sport in America, as well as the fact that as of now,

For Design week, I attended an open house for Polara Studio. After the event my original self-assumption was that I had started out with a naive mind set. I thought it would be fun to include my little family in visiting other designers in the Portland area. I very much enjoyed sharing my love for photography with my family but felt insecure about my professionalism shortly after. I had thought that my family would have appeared as too much of a distraction.

When I was little, I didn’t know I could see paranormals. I didn’t know they existed. I was in a foster care system. One day, I wanted to go to the library. I walked through the cemetery and saw a guy sitting on the gravestone. I looked at him and saw right through him. I got so scared. Paranormals have normal people skin but underneath they are ugly. I see them for who they are underneath their skin. The ICPA uses me to bag and tag these paranormals now. Nobody else can see these monsters, so I taze them and put a tracker on their ankle and read them their rights, They need to be in ICPA custody so they don’t hurt anybody. Vamps suck people’s blood and Zombies eat people and hags eat little kids and werewolfs howl and the moon and attack people.

People say that I’m too young to have problems in my life but they don’t know that even though I’m only sixteen years old, life forced me to become a mature person at a young age. I see things differently than most teenagers, which means that it’s harder for me to fit in. I’m not good at making friends, I’m very selective but I like to help people if they need me. My crucible started since I came to the United States when I was twelve, and after that my life has been so different.

"I never been to fund of being around a lot of females, so it took me a few days to warm up to the idea of being in an all-female group. However, Shana made sure everyone felt comfortable sharing and supporting each other in the Master Mind. With the encouragement of the ladies in the group and exposure to Shana's circle, I am now more focused than ever to re-launch DK3Travel Agency. I am continuingly working on overcome those fears that I was able to identify in the circle that were keeping me from showing up. Shana truly wants to see us WIN! I am so happy I accepted the invited to

Saturday, December 2, 2017 at 06:40 I was dispatched to a call of a prowler at the cafe, Reveille at Fort Worden. The RP said an unknown man was banging on the door.

The guilt washed over me like a tidal wave obliterating everything in its wake; my mind racing as my 15-year-old brain replayed every interaction looking for the signs that Skylar must have left, the hints she wanted me to catch on to. The more I thought about it the more I felt as if I had let her down. I had kept her secret and in the end in trying to save her I lost her. I felt alone, but this time I couldn’t seek refuge with her, how could she save me when she couldn’t help herself.

from an insider's point of view. What I'm explaining to you isn't a love story or a hearty comedy or one of those motivational concepts, it's real life. There are no happy endings, just broken hearts, mascara-stained tears and unresolved issues. The whispers which grew into murmurs which burbled into gossip and tears has officially diminished me to skin and bones taped together by the hopes of Karla returning. I'm miserable trying to keep this in. This heartbreak, confusion, and drama ends now. Once and for all.