My Day - Personal Narrative It is said that 666 is the number of the beast. This is completely wrong. It's 7:00. A pair of words glide slowly through the mists, floating up and down like a newspaper drifting across an empty street carried by a fresh breeze. They approach me, and gradually it occurs to me that the words are "up-town". They are shortly followed by another word, then another, until slowly a number of these words merge together to form a sentence. This sentence sits in the back of my mind for a few seconds like an embarrassed school-boy waiting outside the head-masters office, before eventually gathering the courage needed to break forward. The sentence formed is "Up-town girl, she's been living in an up-town world". My conscious mind slams into gear, missing the clutch and threatening to stall, before the association it has been looking for pops into being, bringing with it all the pain and confusion of a large nuclear warhead - Westlife. My head shoots up off the pillow faster than a bullet from a gun and I turn towards the offending object: my radio alarm clock. Slowly it fuses into a fuzzy mess that my feeble eyes seem to think is focus, and a groan escapes my lips as I see those dreaded numbers - 7:00. I usually lie and reflect for a little while, deciding whether or not to pull the pillow over my head or feign death, but eventually the sound of whining superstar wannabes forces me to throw my covers off in aggravation and jump out of bed. I begin the torturous expedition across the Hiroshima that is my room to my radio, careful to avoid the various jagged objects that viciously position themsel... ... middle of paper ... ... top bunk for their nightly crumpling. This is sometimes assisted by one of the cats, usually Felony (my 20 year old half sister Jessica's cat), sometimes Tiddles (my 17 year old sister Stella's cat), but never Maximillian - my Dad's fat cat, who sleeps on top of the washing machine, or in the dog's bed if the mood suits him. I take no responsibility for any of the names, as I'm not crazy, just a little disturbed. If any of the cats do decide to intervene in the nightly crumpling process, I have to search out some (relatively) clean clothes the next morning. As soon as all of this is dealt with I climb into my bed and either read or make desperate attempts at sleep. When it finally comes, I don't usually notice until the next morning when that noise interrupts again, and that ghastly green glow returns to haunt me…
sleep our lives away. However, my friend Ramon, trying to be Mr. Spontaneous comes up with
bottom, an' then Tom gets quick there, an we take another mattress an' sort of
sleep after dinner as most men do. How her husband would do anything for her and yet
It was a hot, Thursday afternoon. So hot you could burn your hand by touching a window. So hot, you could fry an egg on the sidewalk. Three weeks from now was the best day in 2th grade, field day. Today we were picking relay teams
to bed. She was fussing the whole time but I heard none of it; I just
“I had a dream…a gunman…placed his gun on my forehead. I immediately woke up from my dream…I stayed up all night and couldn’t sleep for a week” (147).
by her bedside until she dies. Only when she dies does Wang Lung truly appreciate
hoofs; and then run screaming like a banshee the instant it wakes from its slumber. What a rush!
brought along from the pantry, and we go to bed at 9 p.m. every night,
Many pivotal moments appear in a human beings life to change the way that individual thinks. All human experiences shape the way a person becomes. The death of my 20 year old second cousin changed my perspective on life. It was not because he was close to me or had a huge impact on my life, but because such a young life ended so suddenly. I got to experience how that impacted and even changed certain people. I came to the realization that all those stories on the news actually happen to real life people. These stories seem so unimaginable, but from that point on, I realized that anything can happen to anyone in the simple blink of an eye. I learned that although every human envisions certain things to occur in their lifetime, many aspects cannot
Ever since I was little I’ve been what you would call a “high achieving” kid. I did well in school, I did well in sports and I did well in my community. I was always the first one to class, and the last one to leave the field. I was the kid that all my friends’ parents compared their children to. I was the kid with a room full of trophies and awards. In my mind, the worst possible thing I could do was disappoint the people around me. In elementary school I was involved in every club imaginable. I was in the band, I played in the orchestra, I sang solos for chorus, I was in the math club, I was president of student council, I played travel soccer, I was involved in every activity possible, and I excelled in all of them. This
Waking up to a new day. As I rise from my bed I look off into the distance of my bedroom. The bedroom of my house, my very own property. I sit up from my bed, and start contemplating whether or not this is all a dream. But no, this is reality. My reality. I thank you lord for another day it is still very surreal where I am in my life now. 30 years old, living in a 3 story house with two beautiful girls, twins as a matter of fact. A gorgeous view of the world around us, looking out the windows of this gigantic house you can see nothing but beauty. Life at its finest and purity. I always keep a bible and a cross by my bedside and never forget where I came from. The real me, is me. That will never change. Nor will it ever impact me as a father to my beloved children.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.