The door slams. Angry voices pervade throughout the house. Fear, fear of what was to happen next lingered in my mind. It became a part of my daily routine. At a very young age I realised that life was not all sunshine and rainbows.…
Technology has developed so much over the years that we have relied on it so much. Technology is used in pretty much everything we use nowadays. Living in a neighborhood was the greatest advantage, but having kids the same age as I was even better. There was never a time we weren't outside: rain, shine, snow, miserably cold, or even scorchingly hot. There was 4 of us: 3 girls and 1 guy, all around the same age.…
For starters, I would not sit and hide; I would get together a group of people with a variety of skills, like electronics, survival, etc. I would lead my group out of my school and bring them to some sort of nearby safe haven; not a store, or anything of the likes, since most people will be rushing them. The best place for us to go would be some form of neighborhood that can be easily roadblocked. Everyone knows that supplies are necessary in a zombie-infested world.…
On a snowy Christmas day at Sunrise Peak, there is a whiteout at the acme; snow is falling heavily, visibility is low, and the wind is unforgiving as it clashes against my bare face. I slowly start my descent down the mountain. As I begin to cut back and forth in a comfortable manner on my board I slip up. I try to turn to follow the slopes path, but I turned too sharply. The front of my board digs into the snow abruptly and causes me to plunge forward.…
Long hours, close bonds and rigorous intellectual challenges. That is how I would describe the summer I spent as an apprentice at a local mechanic shop near my house. Each client’s car was like a puzzle needing to be deciphered, a mystery wanting to be solved. Critical thinking, pattern recognition and good old elbow grease were keys to a job well done. At the time, I had just been accepted to transfer to UT Austin and was still unsure of the profession I would pursue.…
I had been dreaming about this day constantly for four years. All of my blood, sweat, and tears had gone into this one particular goal. On September 24, 2015, I had finally achieved my goal in successfully verbally committing to a division one college. Through motivation, determination, and hard work, I achieved my goal head on, even though many obstacles were thrown my path. My journey began in seventh grade.…
For as long as I can remember, as a child I was raised to believe that a man should be the king of his castle. When I was five years old, that statement became a fable to me. I felt the Judas kiss the day my dad left. His reign has ended as king of his castle. He relinquished his crown and abandoned his kingdom.…
The food became a burden to even look at. I began smelling unfamiliar aromas. I felt like I lost my control and I couldn’t resist from eating it. Once we got through security, I could feel the warm air of the summer day embracing me.…
My right foot slams on the brakes as my ears register the sound of metal on metal. I throw my car into reverse, before jumping out to assess the damage. An otherwise pristine, navy blue BMW is blemished, two chips of paint missing to reveal the white plaster underneath. Acutely aware of the crowded parking lot, I revert to autopilot, parking my car with the careful precision I had not employed since my license test six months earlier. I slowly crawl out of my car to peek at the scratch one more time.…
The other day as I walked across campus I noticed these two girls. One had long, brown hair and the other had medium, blonde hair. The brown haired girl was walking out of the Reinhart Center and that's when the blonde haired girl noticed her. In excitement, the blonde haired girl screamed the name of the brown haired girl. The brown haired girl looked up and automatically she gave the biggest smile.…
When I wrote this essay I was in my new home, my door room. I often refer to my dorm as my house, which my friends despise but I do it anyways. I always say “Want to come over to my house?”. Writing this essay in my new house allowed me to reflect back to my old house in Rotterdam. The physical setting that I was in made me feel extremely nostalgic for my old room at home that I shared with my little sister.…
“Different… very different.” These were my mother’s words when I held up my first artwork with a big smile full of baby teeth. That piece was a watercolor painting of an unrealistic ocean. There was a blue and orange striped shark as the main component, rainbow jellyfish crowded in the bottom corner, and air bubbles shaped like musical notes at the top. With her face aghast staring at my masterpiece, I comprehended that to her the concept of my illustration seemed peculiar and the craftsmanship mediocre.…
“Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends” (ThinkExist.com). Through the ups and downs in life, the twists and turns certain things will remain steady. Friends may not always be around, family may not always be around, but occasionally there will be someone who sticks around no matter what. I found out throughout my life that change is inevitable, and life is full of uncertainties. Think of all the changes that have happened in life and the people who were there through all…
At the time I was a poor college student looking for a place to stay with my friends. We found an apartment for cheap. The rent was split equally between the four of us with one person just paying sixty dollars a month. In the apartment, there were plenty of windows that should light up the apartment nicely but despite that the house was still dim. None of us would have imagined that it was haunted.…
This article is, in my opinion, an example of how personal narrative can sometime confuse the author’s purpose. In order to frame her arguments she discussed her experiences with her family, and specifically how she was born a twin to a stillborn sister. She explains her families lack of coping and how her family effected her life, but I failed to focus on the overarching idea that she wanted to get out because of how distracting the stories from her personal life are. Instead found myself thinking that her story was strangely personal without much justification for why it was this way. While the point of her article, the balance between truth and respect, was somewhat present overall, the sections of personal narrative that she decided to include muddled it.…