Personal Narrative: Violent Life

Throughout our lives, we definitely have gone through a lot of experiences and made memories. Some of the memories are easily forgotten, while some others are remembered distinctively, vividly and can be recollected confidently. This is called the flashbulb memory. Flashbulb memory is like a very clear picture of a particularly impactful event which had caused one to be affected emotionally. For example, I remember this performance that my school choir was performing. It was during Christmas season and we decided to spray bubble foam to portray fake snow. However, the plan backfired when the wind blew at our direction and all the foam flew back to us. This was remembered very clearly because I was embarrassed and had experienced something so

As I walked along the hallway punching the lockers and walls along the way. I was acting as bad as a gangster. I got an after school detention for not doing my work in science. I don't know who could have done worse. The principal saw me and took me to his office. By the time l was out, I had gotten a suspension. Fire spread in my brain. I went home and slammed on my bed. When mom got home I told her. She was so upset that she grounded me for 5 months. I was as mad as a lion when other lions enter their territory.

It was February 12, 2006. My wife and I are about to get ready for the day we’ve been waiting for, we are finally going to seek justice for the man that killed my innocent 4 year old daughter. Since March 3rd I have slept absolutely none, but after today everything will be finished with.

There had been a few events throughout my lifetime when I was little and had me feeling mentally most of the time since I was young. One of those that occurred when I was living in Stockton, Gang members would come up to me and try to convince me to join their gang and stuff I didn't really know that much of gang activity back then I mean i seen some gang getting in fights or doing drive by shooting down my street I didn't really like the violence. One time I got moved to this one School I didn't really like it to be honest I kept it real with some people that was cool with me all the rest I didn't like, there was a group of kids that was in a gang that me and my boys didn't like one time I went to the bathroom and all of them came in together and jumped me… That's when I started hanging out with my boys that gang bang because I knew they were going to be the only ones to get my back for me plus they were like family to me and one time we found them hanging out so me and my boys were ready to fight them so we did, It felt good getting them back for jumping me till my boys started coming up and started bring out weapons that's when I was like thinking I should stop hanging out with them because I can see myself later on going to jail for weapons charges, Drug possession, assault and battery.

that we're conditioned to not ask questions and have been marginalized into this as our only source of news .

Kathryn or Kat. I started using the name with my band, forever ago, and it stuck. I want to legally change my name, but I’m lazy.

During the beginning of this book I cam across a statement that stuck me by surprise. "Not being violent enough could cost me my body. Being too violent could cost me my body." This is a statement that I never have thought of before. I grew up in a community unlike the author here, only seeing how the author live by watching a movie or the news. While reading this book, I am trying to put myself in the authors shoes and try to understand where he is coming from, which is difficult. Having to grow up in a world were being violent helps you stay alive is astonishing to me. Throughout early education, we are taught violent is not the option, and if we have a problem to talk it out. Now this doesn’t always happen, but when a younger child understands

If I learned that a close friend was experiencing domestic violence, I would immediately do everything in my power to aid her and show her the resources out there to help her escape this terrible situation. My actions would take place in three different steps.

Abusive relationships happen to nearly 1.5 million high school students worldwide. I was one of those students. I have always been a “hopeless romantic”. I loved watching cute romance movies and imagining my prince coming for me one day. I never expected that when I thought I had found my prince; he would turn out to be a toad.

this was good, but the thing that she was the proudest of was her outfit.

Ellie and I lay in our beds, neither one of us knew what to say. In the other room, our host parents were arguing. We didn’t know what about, but we knew it was serious. Then we heard a “THWACK” followed by silence. Ellie and I sat up in our beds and looked at each other, I could tell she was as scared as I was. “Was that? Did he just?” she asked me. Then the arguing started back up again. We calmed back down until we heard it again. “THWACK” We knew then, the noise we heard, was him beating her. We got up, our hearts racing; neither of us knew what to do. We got our nerves together to go get help. When we opened the door to our room we saw the children sitting on the couch crying out for their mother. I could see the fear in their face and I knew something needed to change.

Finally finished vid. So I'm not personally offended by these comparisons, and I've used them in the past in a public way. I was influenced by learning things like: "Henry Ford, who was so impressed by the efficient way meat packers killed animals in Chicago, made his own special contribution to the slaughter of people in Europe. Not only did he develop the assembly-line method the Germans used to kill Jews, but he launched a vicious anti-Semitic campaign that helped the Holocaust happen." Charles Patterson, Ph.D. (Admittedly, I never researched it in depth.)

I, Amadeu Candido Moreira Junior, single, holding the National ID M2133038, Taxpayer ID 396.885.186.-20, resident at Rua Das Hortencias, 50, affirm that I have been an eyewitness of violence suffered by Elizabeth Katia Maria Leao Silva on August 22, 2012; the attacker, Marcelo Moreira Da Fonseca, her ex-husband; the next morning, on the 23rd, there was the necessity to succor her because same had a cardiac infarct, she was asking for help, as we were neighbors, where, I myself, afraid of revenge, as the attacker is a military man, being able to provoke problems for me and my family. In Brazil it is not possible to trust the police, however since what this lady had suffered, I was not able to deny help because the lady was so injured and with

eighth largest supplier in the world. According to Flannery the richest 0.12 percent of Mexico’s population controls nearly half of the country’s wealth. Simultaneously the poverty level went from 45.5 percent to 46.2 percent between 2012-2014 (Flannery, 2016). This is because nearly 60 percent of the workforce is employed doing informal work, such as “washing windows, selling snacks in the street, or working in domestic service” (Flannery, 2016).

Certain life experiences stick with you for life. The most memorable ones are by pure chance. Mine happened to be rather unfortunate.