Regrets - Personal Narrative My tour of duty or should it be 'tour of hell' was coming to a very welcomed close for myself and my fellow comrades. Getting a slight shrapnel wound was not unwelcome, as it confined me to the field hospital, whittling away a few more days. My stay at the make-shift hospital seemed a lifetime away from the battle as I could only hear the occasional blitz of shell fire echoing in the distance. The frontline must have been a good ten miles away. However, I was experiencing mixed emotions about my absence from the frontline. Obviously the fact that I was only going to be around that day and the next before being shipped home was pleasing and spending my penultimate two days in a field hospital doing absolutely nothing and most importantly in very little pain added to this almost euphoric feeling. But mixed with my joy of not fighting in the trenches was a slightly guilty thought emanating from my conscience, like a snake slithering through grass. If the truth were told I would probably have been classed as fighting fit. I remained in the hospital thanks to the fact that I had been making out that I was in more pain than I actually was and that I was almost completely immobile. In truth I could probably walk relatively freely. This ruse had only probably worked due to a very trustworthy nurse. She has fallen for everything I'd said and moaned about, treating my supposed agony with the utmost care, respect and respect. I must have dozed off in a rare moment of tranquillity in the hospital to be abruptly awoken by the sound of a medical vehicle as it sped up to and halted right outside the tent. The ine... ... middle of paper ... ... numbers of deaths must send morale tumbling, surely? Anyway, all ears devoted, we tuned into the radio listening intently. Names were read out and Stuart's name didn't come. I was beginning to feel the warm glow of relief. But when what was to be the penultimate name was read my vision blurred and I felt dizzy. A surge of nausea threatened to overcome me and I fell on the radio in disbelief. The name 'Jane Daily' echoed in my head. It was she who had probably saved my life. She had been my saviour and I had never even thanked her. She had probably saved my fellow soldier's life although I would probably never know. 'Lost in the course of duty during a German bombing raid on field hospital…………..' I lost consciousness but had the haunting experience of feeling her gentle, comforting reassuring voice envelope me.
Failure isn’t always something you have control of or have the ability to predict. Failure seems to happen at the worst of times; however we need to accept it, because you cannot always win. My greatest failure would be tearing my anterior cruciate ligament (ACL), my junior year in a lacrosse game, through no fault of my own in which my body physically failed me, but it truly changed my aspect of life in multiple ways.
Day 20: Someone has finally noticed my signal, finally I can go back home. I can finally be saved from whatever I am seeing, whether it is real or
I’ve had to overcome a lot of struggles, but one I remember is before I knew how to open applesauce jars I would have the hardest time trying to open it. After doing it so many times and I couldn’t get it I just stop trying to open them, until one day I read the instructions and it made something hard look easy. All I had to do was read the top but I never did that I just tried to open it and wondered why everyone else could get it open. I nearly broke a few jars out of frustration just because I couldn’t open it. When I finally opened it I felt dumb because it was so simple.
If I had the chance to go back in time to give advice to myself I would
When it came to my Comparison Essay, I did not have a lot to revise. Most of my revisions seem very small or things I should have already known not to do. I did really well on this paper even though I had a hard time writing it. I wanted to revise this paper because I made silly mistakes that I should have known when writing this paper. One of those mistakes was not putting the last names of some authors on quotes.
When we pulled up to the house we weren’t sure if it was the right house. We got out the car and one little puppy ran to my feet. My dad said, “I think we are at the right house”. There were ten puppies; they were so adorable. We were at that house to pick out a puppy for my mom after the accident. We picked two puppies out and named them Bonnie and Clyde.
In any other situation we would have been smiling, rejoicing, even, upon this new life that had
I didn’t know whether it was the cold pizza, the half eaten oreos cluttering my bed, or my best friend sitting next to me that made me realize what was going on, but the way we laughed told me that this moment was the best. It was the thing that showed me to open up. In my life, everything had always been such a hard thing to do. Anxiety was holding me back from being able to open myself up and be who I wanted to be. My life was a constant struggle of things being “to be, or not to be”-- but when I had met Rachel Gone, things for me changed in a totally different way.
Over the summer break my brother Spencer and I play many sports. We also went to the program Arts and Crafts. We both thought arts and crafts was boring, but our parents made us do it to get out of the house. Every other day we would go to this program. We had to have someone take us to these activities because our parents were at work. Her name was Kerigan she took us to all the summer activities and picked us up from them.
Have you ever felt out of place? Different than how you’re supposed to feel? I can’t answer this for you, but I have. Once in middle school, the other in high school, and when I found out what the definition of normal really means to people. I always felt that something was out of place. The way people acted towards one another, and the labels we use to brand ourselves with. We’re stranded and cheated by society today on being taught the way they want to teach us. You might have noticed this yourself, and learned from it. Yes, we’re different from one another, so this is how I learned.
There is a point in everyone’s life when they step back and realize “I can’t do this anymore, it’s ruining my life”. Many of my friends have started smoking cigarettes while drinking at a very young age, and continue to use this drug currently and don’t realize the affect it has on their future. While I have been smart enough to avoid smoking, I haven’t been as wise at making decisions when it comes to drinking. The amount of partying I’ve done in college has taken over my life, and has had a huge impact on my grades. Changing my drinking habits and continuing to avoid cigarettes will enable me to be the best I can be for the rest of my college experience.
Thumbs Out A girlfriend of mine once defended me to her father by saying, calmly, “Not everyone who wanders is lost.” The dad kicked me out of the house anyway. But the damage had been done. Not everyone who wanders is lost.
The choice I have made that affected my life was when I decided to care about school and my grades. I used to not care about my grades or school and do what I want at school. I didn’t care about the class or the teachers. My life was a mess and unorganized. When I got my report card my parents used to be real upset and angry with me. I used to get F’s and D’s and wouldn’t care. When I got to High school I had to make a choice to change and have a better future and to try hard or to not care and to do what I want and make things easy . I made a choice to change and try hard and work hard. When I did change everything about me changed. The choice I made affected my life completely. I do all my work that the teacher gave us even when It was hard
but by the end of this day there are feelings I had that I never knew
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.