Seino's The Zanpakuto-Personal Narrative

Panchito had a close friend and i killed him i frustration and it was tragic this is the story how i killed Panchitos close friend. I knew that Panchito loved the bird. The bird was red, green, and yellow parrot that had been smuggled from Mexico. When we first got him he spent most of his time in a makeshift wire cage Roberto made for him. But after he trusted us the he flew around the garage. Then i grew to love him. Panchito taught him to speak and he stretched a medal wire across the garage. The bird would be on the wire and made a loud screeching noise and I could not stand is especially when I was tired after working all day.

Roger Chillingworth has been cast in bad light ever since his very first appearance, in which “A writhing horror twisted itself across his features, like a snake gliding swiftly over them” (Hawthorne 42). Use of the biblical snake metaphor and of inhuman imagery lets the reader know that Chillingworth’s soul has been corrupted and that, by becoming vengeful, he has lost the fundamental humanity that might salvage it. Chillingworth is a one-dimensional character. He is so deeply obsessed with exacting his revenge over his wife’s lover that it subsumes him completely. By refusing to end his quest for revenge—either by exposing Dimmesdale or letting him go—he denies himself the opportunity for catharsis and remains firmly entrenched in the past, unable to move on, grow, or do anything but carry his plot to term.

The smell of freshly baked bread filled Jimin’s nose as he awkwardly walked around downtown NY. He tried to blend in with the locals, but everything he did made him stand out. He was dashingly handsome with a strong athletic build and chocolate brown eyes. There was nothing normal about him and the more normal he tried to walk, the more uncoordinated he looked. Jimin sighed audibly, he realized how much attention he was drawing as he forcefully tried to fuse himself into a group of young businessmen, but he just couldn't do anything about it. His ripped jeans, blue tee shirt and work boots among the sea of black dress suits made him look like a m&m in a pile of rice. His mission was a covert attack. Key word: Covert. And he was being the opposite of covert. He was being overt.

Change is inevitable. Whether it be positive or negative, change is constantly happening. More than often change can take you from the known world and spit you into the unknown, where you return a changed person. While embarking on the journeys provoked by change, you are on a hero’s journeys. The hero’s journey was popularized by Joseph Campbell. When describing what prompts hero’s journeys, Joseph Campbell said,

I was born February 17, 2016 at Joe DiMaggio’s children’s hospital. At least a part of me was. There in that emergency room, dehydrated and gaunt, my journey began. At the very beginning I found myself very ignorant of what was to come as I was confronted with the term “type 1 diabetes.” “Diabetes?” I thought. “How could someone like me who runs 8-10 miles a week with less than 12% body fat have a condition so synonymous with obesity and inactivity?” Questions reeled through my head as I walked blindly along my new path. Fast-forwarding to today, although my journey is just beginning I can say that this experience has helped me develop character traits such as adaptability, mental resilience, and open mindedness that have made me a better individual.

If I had a secret hero identity my name would be RockTurkey. I would use this name everyday as I go online to battle the evil doers in the digital realm. I would have lightning quick reflexes, incredibly smart mind, and the ability to quickly dispose of any foe with ease. However when I take off the persona I would be Koby Turk. I would have better than average reflexes, an approximant knowledge of many things, and be able to quickly disperse an argument because of those two combined. To how I got my superpowers is still unknown. I have a few ideas to where they may have come from. The first is that I inherited the powers through my bloodline. Mother and Father passing down their traits to their son. However I more believe I got then through

I am a female individual named Choi Maerin who is in a toxic relationship with Lee Minho. Whenever I am with Minho at my mundane school, he would make everything so complicated for me because he embarasses me infront of all my seniors. We are both third years, however, he acts as if he is a first grader. I really want to break up with him because I endured him hanging out with other girls 24/7 while I ‘m struggling tremendously with exams. One spring day, on April 28, 2017, I went outside to a picnic table under a magnificent tree to socialize with my friend, Crystal, about my situation. The conversation was primarily me talking about how much I dislike Minho and I WOULD LOVE to end things with him, however, he keeps making me sympathize

After seven hours of school and two and a half hours of soccer, I could feel the heaviness of my eyes as I was reading the last words on the page of my book, “It’s what you have always wanted to accomplish. Everyone, when they are young, knows what their Personal Legend is.” (The Alchemist 21) After I finished, I didn’t think much else about it, except for the fact that I had a quiz tomorrow. Consequently, this quiz was the first grade we would get for the school year, and I had to start out with a good grade point average. Grades to me are like an engine to a car - essential to being successful.

They wouldn't retrieve it because they believe that it fell in her hand for a special reason. Now they guard her life and will go to extensive lengths to protect her and her fiance Rolf Price. I am Norma Cwelnos, and I am a Cristu-Side (wizard) from Legida, I still go through training to gain more and different types of power.The weapons I am most fascinated by are my alchemy, swords, or the power of many winds.Shojuk Minola is my partner in battles and friend at heart, he studies spectrum magic. That means he can use light,dark, and colors to his highest advantage, he has the ability to fight with dark hit with light and slash with color. Our leader (Zegan Ma Rithn) Has sent his strongest soldiers to fight those who guard the headdress, none of them were ever heard from again, except for one who came back weak and ill. He only lived three days in agony and pain after his return, no one was willing to go back after they witnessed his

Fifty years ago I got revenge on my enemy, Fortunato, for something awful that happened. In fact, his dead body is still in the catacombs of my basement. It is now time to confess what he had done to me to make me feel the way I did. It all started about fifty five years ago when I was only twenty years old. I had just met Isabella when I wasn’t paying attention, ran into her on the street, and caused her to drop everything she was carrying. I quickly apologized, grabbed all of the items I caused her to drop, and handed them back to her. At that moment our eyes met, and I asked if she wanted to have dinner with me sometime. She thought about it for a moment and agreed to meet me for dinner that night at 8:00. I couldn’t believe my luck, she had actually agreed to go on a date with me. I raced straight home to get ready, as it was already 7:00. Once I got cleaned up and ready for the date I left to go to the restaurant of her choice; I was hoping everything would end up working out.

“Ama, ya termine de lavar los platos.” I quickly snatch the dish rag from off of the kitchen counter and wipe my hands a couple of times before I grab a few snacks and my small-dishelved pocket book. I don’t wait for mom’s response and head out of the kitchen area and towards my room. El Preito, one of our many cats, is idly stretched out on the shaggy carpet when I enter the room. His eyes open wide as I make my way towards him. After acknowledging my presence, he slowly closes his eyes and returns to his napping state. I sit in a sort of criss-cross position next to him, and pet his small head. He doesn’t even twitch a muscle.

I guess you could call me a package because I am constantly being shipped around-five countries, twelve houses, eight schools in sixteen years. Consistently moving every two or three years is a lot to handle but somehow I have figured out a way to make it work, especially when it comes to packing up my room. Most people pack their room in ten to fifteen boxes over the course of one to two weeks unlike me who takes over two months to pack three small boxes. It may seem like a small amount of belongings could fit into three boxes which is true but I have learned to appreciate memories over objects. This perspective is very different than many millennials; however it is a major part of me.

As a catholic priest, Robert Sirico’s duty is to protect and fight for the right of Mary to live. As for the judges, their decision was based from the specialists’ prognosis of the twins’ probability of surviving being conjoined or separated. This scenario is really hard for any party involved; especially a life is at stake. I can fathom the message that the author is trying to infer. I am a Roman Catholic myself and I comprehend deeply the moral dimensions of taking a life. On the other hand, as unbiased observer, I can understand the decision of the court to let one of the twins survive thru sacrificing the other one. My emotions were all torn reading this essay, although nothing compared to what Jodie and Mary’s parents were going through.

It was late July and I waited weeks for the results to be announced from the audition and I was so excited to see the parts I’d play in The Nutcracker; a winter ballet put on by my dance studio. For the past four years I have been the same roles so I was expecting new parts. Craving new opportunities, experiences, and to be challenged; especially with new dances. I constantly checked my email, only to notice emails from stores, colleges, and websites I signed up for when I was ten. The end of July was approaching and I was worried they had forgotten to email me.

After the night when Maeve stood up for herself at dinner, she was a much more confident girl. Hurling helped her do that. She was having a lot more fun with hurling than she ever did with soccer. The day after she was accepted to the team, her practices began.