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    Personal Narrative- Time Spent in Waiting Rooms As I get older there are a few things I’ve started to notice. One that really stands out is the amount of time I spend in waiting rooms. In my particular situation, I have an 85-year-old father, a wife, a fifteen-year-old son, four house cats, goats, horses, dogs, a few other relatives, and assorted other animals that turn up from time to time. My father, who has been a widower for several years, has a variety of ailments. Primary among these

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    finally over,” she says picking up her purse on the back of her chair. “It’s been a long week.” David nods putting on his coat and adds they’ve well deserved a drink tonight. They start talking about this new place that just opened, then look around the room and realize the three of us are the last left. “Do you want to go with us, Joy?” I stop typing and decline the offer. I show them my monitor, telling I have to finish last-minute corrections that could take some time. David grabs something on his

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    {11} During my first night in the station, I was taken to an interrogation room by three agents. In the room, I was seated and handcuffed, and then interrogated and questioned about which Oromo party I support. “ I know nothing and I have no connection or any involvement with any party in the country . I am a peaceful civilian and a national team Boxer.” , was my response. {12} The officer standing in front of me slapped me on my face and asked me to tell them the truth. Once again I told them

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    I was driven into the cross examination room by the Guard. To nothing sudden, I watched it to be definitely what I expected somewhat, soundproof room with only three seats (two for the criminologists Parsley and Collins and one for me) and a work range. Regardless, there was something insignificantly uncomfortable about this room. I felt to some degree uncovered and disengaged. I rearranged in my seat different times yet it was of no utilization. I continued tapping my feet on the ground whilst looking

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    spine as I stared across the lifeless room that I was placed in. The whites of my eyes sank into the apathetic walls around me, although I could sense a frenzy in the corners of my eyes. Machinery dressed in all-white coats whirred across the bleached halls to protect the bundles they were rolling. Meanwhile, I, a lifeless soul, became entranced by the stench of disinfectant, staring at the pen and paper in my hands. Without the power to enter the hospital room of my mother, I understood that the body

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    I was hoping that after the court hearing was over that things would get easier for me. In a way they did but I was constantly worried that Hunter would somehow escape the maximum security prison. I was constantly looking over my shoulder, my nightmares had started to come less frequently, but I was still scared. Not long after he went to prison Ryder got a phone call that Hunter had killed himself in the cell. I knew that one of the MC’s probably had a hand in it, but I felt no sorrow when

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    By next period, all I could think about was what Gemma said about the epiphany. The less we exposed ourselves, the less strange things manifested. Did that mean we would never return to the red room or go through any more doors? I had said it myself, but for some reason, this seemed unsettling. My juvenile curiosity wanted to continue, but Gemma had been right from the beginning, it was dangerous, and I had to accept that. Like a flash of lightning, the conversation I had with Celeste on Monday,

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    Physically the day room was laid out with pews against three walls and a television on the far end, which consistently played cartoons. All of the walls painted gray, and a small portion painted black with uplifting bible verses painted in white. While the room was reflective of the belief that creating an uncomfortable environment would encourage people to remove themselves from their situation as fast as possible, it created an environment that could make someone spiral farther and farther downwards

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    that I go into the carma room to check all the carma’s to make sure they working right.Then I go to the control room to lock the main doors ,and lock all the windows and turn the heat on because it’s cold outside.The control room is a room where is palin's with buttons and switches and the furnace. Then I head over to the hall to tell everyone that I whet to the control and carma room’s and they are set.Then I go to the shower room to take a shower.After that I go to my room and goes to bed at nine

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    music coming from the living room. I wasn’t tired but mommy told me to stay in my room so sleep seemed like my only option. Brittney tossed and turned in the bunk above me and Michelle snored in the bottom bunk bed on the opposite side of the room. Rayvaun got up and went into the living room. Told us to stay in the room but he gets away with everything because he is the only boy. We are the same age but that doesn’t count for anything. Even though I couldn’t leave the room he left the door open wide

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    It’s just clothes.” I say. Then we both go to our rooms and struggle to go to sleep for about an hour. Then finally I drift off to sleep. I wake up to my older brother Austin shaking me. I get up and say “oh yeah, it’s Christmas”. Then I walk out into the living room and see my brothers girlfriend Amber sitting with their dog Copper. I see my parents making coffee, and my younger brother also waiting for my parents and I. I walk to the laundry room to get some laundry baskets for toys and other things

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    no words said after 10 minutes I realized she was in a zone preparing for tonight’s game and I did not want to be the one to disrupt that. As we sat in the locker room the inevitable gametime was looming ahead. The locker room was as silent as night, except for an occasional sentence of modivation from a person such as Hoing or Barton, the people the team looked up to becasue they were as tough as nails day in and day out. I entered the arena and the court stood right before me. Seeing the cheerleaders

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    Almost to the point of now visibly shaking, I staggered forward a few more steps and then realized that I had come to the end of the hallway. The passage at its end had split into two directions, which I had assumed one way would led to the Mens’ room and the other to the Womens’. Instinctively, I chose to go right and had come to yet another door. I hadn't paid any attention to it at the time, but I believe if I can recall correctly, that the door didn't have any sign posted on it that would have

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    between the intersection of the walls. Though the late night fog lay a tranquilizing layer over any sound that travelled the air, harsh, weary sobs of utter despair could be picked out from beneath formally white curls, now stained with crimson. The room, only defined by the rundown walls surrounding the space, was empty except for the mess of blood and bones on the floor and a sink topped with a dusty mirror. The moon glistened down, lighting his face. Scratches inflicted by Kaneki's own dark nails

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    going to play. He said, “I know what we’re going to play.” He told me we were going to play Power Rangers, I didn’t really know how we were going to play it, but I just acted like I knew I was doing. So we went into our grandparent’s room and he told me that this room will be our headquarters or base.

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    humming softly as it swung. My choice in seating must have seemed funny to the gator as he let out a soft chuckle. "Kid I ain't gonna bite you." The gator's low voice rumbled, "That is unless you want me to." He burst into laughter, filling the entire room. Feigning a smile, I tried my best not to look him in the eyes. This was awkward enough without the innuendo thanks. Seeing that Rowen was still occupied with his uproarious laughter, I took a moment to assess the situation. Some gator was waiting

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    people talking punctuated every so often by an exclamation. In the waiting area, there are forty people waiting in chairs and five people queued up to see triage or registration. To an outsider this environment might look like chaos but as an emergency room nurse the chaos has become familiar and quotidienne. As I make my way to the nursing station I push past stretchers that line the busy hallway. The patients in the hallway have placed blankets and pillows over their eyes in an effort to block out

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    walking towards the door, leaving marks of dirty water. I close the door behind me, and walk towards the coffee room. I didn't want a hot coffee, but nice venti sized caramel frappuccino. I think I could teleport myself. I close my eyes, and imagine being in Starbucks. I open my eyes to the sound of a crowd. I was so excited. I open my eyes noticing it was another person entering the emergency room. My shoulders start to droop, but then suddenly I noticed Matt coming into the hospital. I couldn’t, what

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    Personal Narrative- Bonding Experience with Mom Summer was coming to an end, the night air grew brisker and the mornings were dew covered. The sun had just started to set behind our home; my father would be home soon. I walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by my mother cooking dinner. She stood there one hand on her hip, her one leg stuck out at her side, knee slightly bent, stirring the pot holding the spoon all the way at the tip of the handle. She looked as pissed off as could be

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    Personal Narrative- Finding Truth in Prayer Glory, God stared me in the face. A man, my savior stood at the curtain. “Are you planning to pray?” he inquired. I blinked twice, “Um... yes?” Praying isn’t my ‘thing,’ but I figured “When in Vatican City...” I stepped past the man and into Enlightenment. Behind the curtain a room heavy with relics awaited. People stood, sat in the corners; heads down and hands clasped the room was immobile. Satan himself could not stir a soul. I took my

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