Personal Narrative: It's Time To Get Back The Trail

It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.

Overcoming “The” Struggle I don’t recall having a hard time learning how to read. It was one of those things that just came easily to me for some reason. For the most part I enjoyed reading as well. The only time I didn’t enjoy reading was when I didn’t understand a certain word or a certain phrase.

For fifteen years, I put my heart, effort, and soul into my band Murky Waters. I made it into a career that supports my wife, my stepdaughter, and my parents. Murky Waters is what saved my family and me from poverty in the ghetto of Warsaw, Poland, and it’s what saved me from giving up on life entirely before I met my wife. I met her only a year after Murky Waters began and she was introduced to me by my best friend and drummer, Tony. Anka was two months pregnant with my stepdaughter, Antonia, at the time we met.

This psychological assignment requires us to break a social norm. In my case, I decided to break an appearance social norm. I thought in something weird, but at the same time really funny. Therefore, I entered to my little walking closet and I took the most brilliant and extravagant high heels shoes that I found to wear them at a place when people usually used flip flops.

Lani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area.

The Tide detergent bottle gradually moved back and forth, as my father’s elbow creaked, refusing to cooperate. “It’s my own way of physical therapy, you see,” my father boasted. “If I keep it up, I think I’ll be able to move my elbow by the end of the month.” “Yeah,” I whispered, keeping my voice low, because I knew my mother was shut-away in the other room. The lights were off, the door was closed, and she barricaded each ear with a pillow to block out any sound that might further trigger her migraine.

In the beginning of 2001 I was a SGT in the 82nd Airborne Division, by January 2002 I was standing in front of the Battalion Commander’s desk being read my second Field Grade Article 15 in seventy days. I was being demoted to Private First Class, being sent to Correctional Custody in Camp Lejeune, South Carolina for thirty days and being moved to a new company when I returned. The first field grade was for disobeying a lawful order from three senior NCO’s, the Brigade CSM, Battalion CSM, and my Platoon Sergeant. They had all told me in the same day at separate times to get a haircut and I failed too, the second was for stealing from the company supply room while on extra duty from the first field grade.

Today is the big day. The cross country meet. It’s finally wrap up and i heard the all call for all the Cross Country kids to go and get ready. Me and couple of other kids get out of our seats and leave the classroom. We quickly get ready and head for the buses.

Overworked. That’s the closest word that I could use to describe this week. I feel like this journal is going to be about me just bickering, yet there is some stuff you might want to read about. First of all, I have been sleeping three hours this week because of upcoming midterms, quizzes, and assignments due. I am sleep deprived and mentally drained and as my second year in college I have never had my life drained out of my body like a passing shadow.

Is It Worth It? Deciding which college to choose had to be the most stressful decision I could have ever made. I had so many things to put into consideration. I was beyond ready to depart from home, yet I was not ready to leave my family behind.

Turned into the forest, knowing it is the last road I will be seeing for ten days, made me shudder. We drove down the faded path of the forest, my stomach dropped. All the thoughts I had were negative. What if something goes wrong? What if someone gets hurt?

My Defining Moment From the moment I was two years old my life changed, and I had that one expectation, the one how my mother would call it gift given from God, but in my eyes it is a misfortune. It all began with my aunt, Dolores moving to Switzerland, she got the one amazing opportunity to babysit a rich woman 's children in Switzerland. During that time she was still living in the Dominican Republic and it is a mystery to me how she got that job. Anyways it defined my life, would she not have had that opportunity I would have never existed.

As the smell of diesel fuel filled my nose every breath I took and the sound of Five Finger Death Punch filled my ears, I thought about what was back home. The green grass, my bed, my wife, my dog Barrett, and the smell of bacon. While I was day dreaming, my squad leader, Glenn Martin, we call him Roman, shook me out of my dream of the sweet treats that can only be found in America. “We’re going into a red zone. The last thing this team needs is for somebody to be shot while they don’t even realize.”

I’m a trampoline made out of bones and nerves. I’M THE KIND WHO WILL HELP YOU TO JUMP TO THEIR GOALS AND DREAMS WITHOUT ANY CHARGE. It was the beginning of February, 2009. Students were getting ready for the tedious school registration. It was almost 8 a.m.

Switching Places One day everything was normal, but when I woke up it was completely different. This is because one night I saw a shooting star and wished what every kid would wish for, being out of school. That same night my dad wished to be back in school. That is why I am writing this story. The next day I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and went to the bathroom, got dressed and it didn’t occur to me that I was someone else.