Moving Away Narrative

My grandma, Rita Seefeldt, had been an aspiring new teacher on the prowl for a new job. Well, in 1986 her hopes and dreams came true. She had landed a new job at the fine

I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud.

Throughout my education, I have learned about many historical events, heroes, and social issues within history. As I got older, I started to realize that many of my textbooks seemed to repeat the same stories. I decided to visit the Alamo museum in San Antonio, Texas, and take note of the master narratives and the counter narratives being represented in the museum about this significant event.

I never even got to say goodbye. When my dad left it was the hardest it's ever been for my family and I, and we were never quite the same. After a while I began to fill into my father's shoes. “Aaron, one day you’re going to have to raise a family of your own. You’re a man, you’re going to have to be the provider for the family.” These words spoken by my mother have run deep through my soul and has shaped me to the very being I am today. I have three sisters, a mother, and a niece. Being the only boy in a family full of women is tough; it seems like the transition from being a boy to a man swiftly creeps upon you, and you suddenly inherit a large sense of responsibility within the household.

I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now. The school system in Pakistan just did not seem right anymore, I missed my school in Canada which I had attended for just a year. I struggled to live in Pakistan for three years and in 2008, my mother decided

Eventually, we are moving back to Dallas TX, where my brothers are working in a granite company. I applied and got a job with them, I used to ride with them until I got my first car. It was an old and ugly purple car we used to call it the “Camaro” because it was so loud and it made sounds from far people would think is a real nice and pretty car. My baby was born a couple of months after it was a beautiful girl she was the most precious thing I had ever seen, I fell in love once again and again with another beautiful daughter two years later. The company I had been working with repositioned me and wanted me to do a couple of jobs in Houston, TX. I went by myself the first time and then decided to take my family the other couple times. My wife

Seven million three-hundred thousand Children nationally are affected with parents having to be in jail for days, weeks, months, and even years. For ten days I was affected by my father being in jail at Leavenworth County Jail. To some, this is nothing but to my family this was a big deal. Not only was he gone for ten days, which was longer then he’d ever been gone before, but we had to take him there and watch as he walked away from his wife, his kids, and his freedom.

Part One: This summer I read six chapters in Let The Great World Spin by Colum McCann. Three chapters that stood out to me the most were chapters 1,2 and 6. Although these chapters are different from each other each one of them showed me a different focus. Each of these chapters had a different level of importance and stood out to me. Chapter five is most important to me. During this chapter we learn about fourteen year old Fernando’s real passion. Although he works in his step fathers barber shop, that is not what he really wants to do. His real passion is taking photos of the graffiti art found in the tunnels of the New York subways. He loves the underground tags most because it is more brave to do it in the tunnels than the wall above

Billy Baker and his sister Taylor Baker daydreamed as they stared aimlessly out the car door window. Finally they were on the road heading east towards new beginnings. Mr. and Mrs. Baker had decided that it was in the family’s best interest that they move to a smaller town. The Baker kids grew more restless by the minute as they got closer and closer to their destination. Their new house in the small town of Clearfield, Iowa was far different from their former apartment flat in Seattle, Washington. Billy and Taylor’s first day in Clearfield was so different that it felt like worlds away from the past. Back in Seattle, the days felt like weeks and the weeks felt like months; everything moved in slow-motion. However, in

It was July 12, 2012 when my parents told me, "We are moving to Tennessee because we are going to buy a business." I was very mad because I had to leave my relatives and friends. However, It was also an opportunity to start over and experience new things. When we arrived, we stopped by my cousin 's house. I stayed there until we found a place to stay close to the business. On August 8, 2012 it was my first day of school at McEwen High School. I was very nervous and scared. The school was very small and everyone knew each other. A new student was a big deal, they want to know all your business. My parents bought the Dairy Queen, so everybody already found out because it was a small town. The first day I wore Jordan 's, and everyone else was wearing boots. CULTURE SHOCK!

After my tenth grade year, I was undecided if I wanted to go to college. I knew about the Move On When Ready program, but was not sure I wanted to be on a campus with most everyone being older than me, at first I wanted to take online classes. I also had to make the choice as to where I was going to attend. Proximity to home, and familiarity with the campus and professors is what determined this decision. I passed the ACT, and after considering my options, I chose to attend Darton State College because it offered me many new opportunities and experiences, and was conveniently close to home.

“Don’t worry Devin.” said my mother. It was draft day and me and my mother were walking underneath the hot sun in Brooklyn, New York. She’s been trying to reassure me that i’ll be drafted as a lottery pick for the past hour and a half. I left Kentucky in my freshman year in hopes of becoming an NBA player. Although, being a “one and done” is frowned upon, sometimes it’s the only option you have to take care of your family. Most people underestimate me because i’m only eighteen years old, however i’m certain I can play with people twice my age because i’ve done it before. I lived with my mom in my middle school years in Grand Rapids, Michigan. After my freshman year, I moved down south to live with my dad in Moss Point, Mississippi. The adjustment was a big one, but a necessary one if I was dedicated to playing at the next level.

I was raised with Christian values in mind, and attended a Methodist school. I was raised in the Christian faith yet I find myself, as with some of my friends who were raised in the same conditions, we seem to be growing farther away from our upbringing as we age. I find myself simply not understanding as time goes by, a complete polar opposite from the song ‘Farther Along’. One of my hopes in attending PBA is to try and find answers and a reason to try and reconnect myself. I believe PBA, from what I’ve read, has a very friendly understanding environment. One where you sit down and go into depths about faith, instead of blindly following it because it was your parent’s

I have had tough hope once, I had to move to a different state and start to get used to the new place. Moving was hard and took a long time to move everything to our new house. My new house was hard to get used to because it was different and I wasn 't used to it which made it hard to sleep and I had to leave my friends behind and I would have to find new friends.

My whole body was paralyzed and at that moment I was convinced that I was going to die. Daunting thoughts began to swell within my head and the yearning to cry was only thriving as the minutes passed. Sleeping had become a struggle ever since my parents had announced their divorce two months prior. Dealing with the consistent fighting of my parents during the day was enough to make me want to sleep eternally at night. However, after experiencing sleep paralysis for the first time I was then introduced to the enchanting world of lucid dreaming. As an illustration, I was enchanted by the creations I could cultivate as I slept. Under those circumstances, lucid dreaming is an overwhelming phenomenon that has had a substantially positive impact on my life.