Personal Narrative-The Power Of Manipulation

I find myself looking over my shoulder every time I step outside my front door. Violence has opened my eyes and destroyed my dreams of peace. When I first moved to Philadelphia from Puerto Rico, I moved into a neighborhood that was full of gangs and drugs. Philadelphia represented a new start, a chance for me to breathe again. I had experienced a tragic shooting right before my ten year old eyes in Puerto Rico; my mom’s best friend was killed, while the murderer calmly walked away. We escaped to Philadelphia, and I thought my days of witnessing horrific violence were over. However, my dreams were shattered like gunshots in the night. One day, while I was napping, I was awoken by a series of deafening pops. As soon as I heard them, I dropped

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.

You've probably heard of a message in a bottle, but have you ever heard of the "Devils Message"? Probably not because it was a ridiculous game my brother, sister, and I came up with when we were bored. We played this game only a couple times but only when my cousin Maxx came to visit did we decide to record ourselves in the event that something funny would happen. The day started just like any other normal fall day. My cousin Maxx was visiting from Johnstown so we were looking for something to do. All of a sudden Joe got the bright idea to show Maxx Devils Message. We all got dressed and headed out for the swing set.

I am in two extra curricular activities, wrestling, and I am an actor in the drama dept. play called

I held my breath as I spun the last screw in place and anxiously pushed the power button. Nothing. Wondering what I could’ve missed, I reopened the metal case to inspect my patient. Like a surgeon looking over his handiwork, I made a thorough inspection to ensure every component was secured in place and that the arteries of power from the power supply were properly attached to each component. All good. Glancing up, I now realized what my problem was — the power cord was still unplugged. Of course — now that I was finished, there was no need to keep my patient anesthetized. I firmly plugged the power cord back into the outlet and pushed the power button again. My computer whirred to life and greeted me with a beep. Fans softly humming to the

I completely agree with you that there is really no excuse for plagarizing. We are all under alot of pressure of being in school, working, and juggling so much but for someone to steal someone else's work is unacceptable. Since we are all going through similar experinces for someone in the same position as me would be hard for me to watch. I think that in past experiences when I've seen someone cheat theres a feeling you get where you almost feel cheated, like I put in the work why is it fair that you get to try and get away with not doing it.

I was at a gathering with some of my Christian brothers and sisters. We were discussing politics. It was clear the group was not found of Donald Trump, but they loathed Hillary Clinton. I said in a solemn tone, “There has been a significant rise of deception and falsehood that has taken place in our culture in the last few months. People are losing either their ability and/or desire to separate truth from fiction. This is just the beginning. It’s going to get worse in the coming days.” Somebody, perhaps sensing I was referring to Trump, spoke up saying, “It’s been that way for a long time. It was just as bad when Bill Clinton was in office.” (She proved my point.) No — It was not just as bad. When he lied about his affair with Monica Lewinski, the country was outraged. The man was subject to impeachment proceedings because of a single lie. Donald Trump’s lies are so commonplace they have become almost endearing to the public; almost, “cute”. Trump makes Bill Clinton look like a choir boy. Both were philanderers. With Clinton, it was

The Amazing law of influence states “One life touches another and potentially both lives are changed; one life touches another and potentially the entire world is changed” This was evident in the movie Radio when Coach Jones changed how the world viewed people with special needs by one small act. When Coach Jones was a coaching the JV football team at Hanna high school, he noticed a boy watching them practice day after day, and soon started watching the games. One Day a couple of Coach Jones's players had harassed the boy, locking him up, and throwing balls at the shack they put him in. This boy was soon to be known by the name of Radio. Coach was furious, and within the next couple of days Coach Jones went over and apologizes to Radio, and

I gazed outside my bedroom window and watched as the raindrops slowly streamed down the windowsill and tenderly dropped off the ledge. It was mid-January and winter had finally started to kick in and take a toll here in New York.

It was 4th grade. I spent the afternoon after every school day in the after-school care program. After moving to a new school in the middle of 3rd grade I had finally found my niche and my friends. Though I certainly would have preferred going straight home, I enjoyed my time in after-school. There were adults to help me with the homework I hurriedly put together and plenty of other kids to play with. As with most childhood venues, there were kids I really liked, those who I was completely oblivious to, the ones I did not really care for but I could ignore, and then there was Christian. Our first contact was on the blacktop, the after-school kids loved to play knockout, horse, or any other basketball game you could think of. Soon it became apparent Christian was a decent ball

I am disappointed in the number of convicted political leaders. Why? They abuse power. Most of the convictions listed in the Wall Street Journal article, such as extortion, conspiracy, money laundering are words you hear from an FBI investigation on mobsters, not a politician. Tax invasion? The ones whose to be model citizens, yet they are not performing a simple civic duty. But I am fooled because the convictions say it all. The politician use power to benefit their needs, rather than committing to the people of their constituency. These leaders and politician, elected because of some form of value, moral and good judgment, and for them to assume power and neglect the people and also their own morals is disappointing. My expectations of the

They say whiskey helps with grief, it makes you forget. Whoever said that must have lied because I don’t think I will ever be able to forget them. I’m five bottles down and I still can’t drown out their screams, their terror-stricken faces. It haunts my dreams. Pain, pain that’s all I feel now. I just want to forget. Time to forget, I whispered out before chucking the bottle back. You can’t forget this, you won’t be able to. This is will consume you; let it consume you .my subconscious chirps darkly. Fine, I mumble closing my eyes and letting my mind take me for a ride.

The summer of 2008 I spent most of my time with my three friends Josh, Jalen, and Carson. We would bike, wrestle, explore the woods on the fourwheeler and much more to keep ourselves occupied. However, on one chilly day our playfulness created something so bad I could not own up to it.

When I went to Boston to visit my mom I would see my best friend. She is my mom’s boyfriend’s niece, so it’s pretty clear how we met. One day when she came over for a sleep over we got in a argument over a stupid situation. It was about 2:00am we were still up eating junk food, laughing, and playing. The next day, my cousin who I haven’t seen in forever came over, we were both so excited to see each other she literally jumped on me!

Fear is something that consumes many humans. Some fear too much in life, but when I faced fear, I completely understood all the fears that everyone else saw. Summers should be filled with fun and friends, not fear. The rain consumed the small town we called home, even though it was summer we had dreadful amounts of rain.