Personal Narrative-Winter Break

During the spring break of 2015, my brother who was 10 at the time of the traumatic event, had a grand mal seizure at 8:21 in the morning. When I saw him having the seizure I sat in the recliner and felt completely and utterly useless. As his older brother it was extremely traumatic for me because I couldn’t help him and I just sat there feeling as if it was my fault that this happened. All I could do was just watch him shake and writhe on the couch. We were staying at my grandparents’ house and my grandma had dealt with a child that had seizures. So my grandma told us we would wait fifteen minutes and if he didn’t come to his senses we would call the paramedics. Well low and behold he didn’t come out of it so we called 911 and we waited for

Going into the fall 2014 semester, my family was not in a good place financially, and I was not mentally. Our income had been reduced, meaning I had to step up to help my family. This caused my already weakened mental state to become even more strained and took a toll on me physically. I was not able to concentrate on anything at school, work, and home, it was almost in a blur. When I resigned from the fall 2014 semester, I knew it was something that was needed to make sure I stayed healthy, mentally and physically. Two years went by and I found myself in a better place. Going into the fall 2016 semester, I found the perfect balance between studying, work, and home life. In the end I exceeded all the expectations I had set for myself in every

When Thanksgiving Break comes, the last thing anyone wants to think about is family drama, ways of speech, and slang. Days before Thanksgiving, I always find myself studying slang that I have never heard of and singing songs that I would’ve never imagined myself listening to. All to fit in with my family. I rarely see my family, but when I do, I try to make it enjoyable. My family lives pretty far away and we have always been raised in two different environments. I live in Avon, “Home of the rich white kids”, they like to say. They live on the East Side of Indianapolis, “Home of the gang violence and shootings”, I always say back. Though it is the same state, it feels like we have been raised in two different worlds.

August 15th was so memorable for me because it was the day I gave my daughter up for adoption. It was one long and hard process for me to go through, but I knew it was for the best. I needed someone who could give my child the stability and maturity that I knew I couldn't provide at the time. It took me a few weeks, but out of the 5 couples I interviewed, I finally decided to go with a couple named Glen and Lisa to be the proud parents of my baby girl. They had been trying to concieve for the last 8 and a half years, but none of the available treatments seemed to work for them. I chose Glen and Lisa because they had this upbeat energy about them. They were always smiling and being positive, even when the worse situations occured. They were also very well respected throughout their community, and didn't hesitate to help out at shelters, donate anything and everything they could get their hands on, and even volunteer at the community center after school to help kids with their studies. They are inspirational people if

In the eighties, I was a young police officer and a high-school athletic coach. In the fall, one night during wrestling season I had an experience that would change my life and Worldview forever, that fateful night would change numerous perspectives, perceptions and lives both young and old.

Sometimes it is hard to keep two groups of friends, especially if they don’t like each other. For me, while reading the book Wonder, I connected with the character Summer because I have been in her place before.

Spring is my most favorite season of the year. The fresh rain hitting the window with a faint yet calming song like sound. The vibrant flowers blooming at the speed of light. The cool wind sweeping across the small freckles scattered across my petite nose. Bright Orange and White flashes covering the mildewy spring grass of The Lacrosse Field; the place I feel free to get away from the world, playing a game that for me, is like a day in the candle store. Managing Lacrosse is something I love spending my days doing, and is something I will never regret doing.

It was surprisingly cold for an ordinary early November night. He was situated against the back of the street bench. His posture was slouched and uneasy. There was something hidden beneath his arm, unable to be seen due to the obscurity of the night. In the distance he could see her approaching. She too had something beneath her arm. Only the two of them knew what was beneath each others arms. This day, this exact moment had been the singular thing on his mind for the foregoing forty-eight hours.

Six teenagers set out for a lake house to have fun for spring break. Billy was a smart guy but not many friends, Tommy was a Superstar at everything he does and he friends with everyone. Zack was a dancer that liked to dance and was very popular at school. Trini was a girl but she's was part of the guys. Kimberly was the queen bee at the school and all the guys liked her for everything. Jason was an Athlete that was good and was cool. These kids never would know going out to the lake house would be their last time as ordinary tenneagers. Tommy and Jason would always compete to see who was the best athlete but Tommy always ended up winning. At school, Billy and Kimberly set up a get together where everyone was going to have a spring break. As soon as the bell rang they

Fall is a great time. There are a lot of things to do. It isn’t ever to hot or cold. Thanksgiving is full of excitement. Black Friday/Thursday is also in fall. There is Cornhusker football, harvest, and facts on corn.

My trembling hands grace the alien piano keys, and I feel their coolness melt into my fingertips. Slowly, I feel myself playing my warm-up scale and listen as the gentle pressing of the keys emits clear tones that cut through the silence of the performance room. My hands, which seem now to have a mind of their own, descend the scale,and I sense my racing heart calm. I’ve played this song over and over again for months. . . I can do this. My lungs fill up with the air of a deep breath and I place both hands on my lap, patiently waiting for the judge’s voice to instruct me to begin.

Mama shoved me under Daddy's church desk, and laid on top of me with her hand over my mouth. I broke free long enough to say, "Daddy's flying away, Mama."

I wouldn’t mind visiting Ireland. I wish I were in Scotland, floating on Loch Ness, fishing for eels. But from I’ve heard these places aren’t fairing much better than the old Disunited States. Things seems to be dilapidating rapidly.

I was in third grade at the time. It was the Friday before spring break. My mom woke me up in the morning. After she woke me up I got ready for school. Before I got done getting ready for school my mom had to leave for work. I hugged her and told her that I loved her, then she was off to work. When I was done getting ready I went down stairs and ate breakfast. Then I hurried and ran outside with my brothers to where the bus was waiting. The bus ride to school seemed like it took forever. When I got to school I was so happy to see my friends and get to class. The school day seemed like it was only an hour long. It went by so fast. The bus ride home was always the best part of the day besides math class. It only took us fifteen minutes to get home from school.

I while later I come around the final turn that lead to the pack Hospital, it's past dusk now. The hospital itself looks like regular ol' human hospital, they've even got ambulances, but there ambulances are way more heavy duty then the regular ones, which is understandable. I look down at my mate, he slowly opens his honey collard eyes, As he does, slightly whimpers. "Hey. Wake up babe we're here" say softly.