Personal Narrative: The Finger BT

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

I woke up startled and didn’t know where I was. I had an IV in my arm and my parents were staring at me. The doctor came in

I couldn't believe what was happening. My dad turns to the doctor and says "What do you mean ICU?" That's when she tells us I have bleeding in my brain and that I can't eat or drink and need an IV right away. I'm still so mad at my dad to this day because he promised me I wouldn't need an IV. After they get the needle in, they put a bunch of medicine into me and said that it would make me a little weird. "A little weird" wasn't even close to what it did to me. I thought I was going to have to get moved in a mental hospital after taking that medicine. I couldn't spell or talk and when I did talk nothing I said made sense. People were constantly texting me and I didn't know what I was typing so everyone responded with "what is wrong with you?" Honestly at this point I had no idea. My boyfriend was still here and was laughing at me because of how crazy I sounded but I was honestly scared and thought I was going to be this way forever.

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

After Dallas had convinced everyone else that going to the bar and getting shit-faced was a good idea. She was forced to go as well. Seeing as how she was practically their baby sitters. Darry stayed behind with Johnny and Pony, not wanting them to go. While she was stuck with Dally, Steve, Two-Bit, and Soda. And she as the designated driver. They all looked old enough to be drinking, even though they weren't, so they got to go into the bar.

I was going to be in the sixth grade all over again! It was difficult for me to see all of my new friends moving up to the seventh grade without me. It bugged me that I was two years older than all the other kids. It was embarrassing! Later on that summer, I received the news that my catholic school was closing down and that a new school was opening up at the same location. I found out that the new school was a decent School; I'd be attending that school in the next school year. It was a whole new school all over again, and I wasn't happy about that. I was furious, and I just shut down, the change was overwhelming for me to

i started this progect the day you asind it to us. i first started by getting with my friends to see what days they were able to do it with me. i was excited to do this. next we decited what we were going to do. the first thing i did was get ear plugs. then i found out how to put sub titles on my tv. the last thing i did i did was to find movies for us to watch. the hardest thing for me was not to anser to nose whe i woul hear my name being called i would turn aroun to see who was calling my name. it was also hard not to talk on my phone witch i did have to do because my bro that is in the army called me to talk and i was not missing his call. the easiest thing was cumication most of my family know a lest how to finger spell so if they need to ask me something they would just finger spell it.

People often think of language as a connector, something that brings people together by helping them share experiences, feelings, ideas, etc. We, however, are interested in how language sets people apart. Start with the peculiarities of your own personal language—the voice you use when speaking most intimately to yourself, the vocabulary that spills out when you're startled, or special phrases and gestures that no one else seems to use or even understand—and tell us how your language makes you unique. You may want to think about subtle riffs or idiosyncrasies based on cadence, rhythm, rhyme, or (mis)pronunciation.

Baseball season was on the horizon and I needed to replace my bag so we drove to Academy. On the way to Academy I felt really tired but who doesn't when their sick. I started to walk into Academy and made it fifteen yards before everything went dark. I woke up being rushed into the ER hearing a lot of unfamiliar voices and the feeling of blood coming out of the side of my head. I was told that I had a seizure, shortly after that a familiar voice came in it was my grandma and behind her my mom and dad. I a matter of hours I had the situation explained and 8 staples in my head. Once moved to a regular room I was able to wash the blood out of my hair and take a shower.

No, he shouldn't be in holding for the crime. Since his fingerprints didn't match the one found at the crime scene. Each human being with the exception of twins have distinctive fingerprints. The way skin on grows give each a unique print it has grooves and buckles form when it was forming.

Ages, Languages, and Styles all varied throughout the streets of Chicago. 400 Thousand people gathering together for the same reason: the love of music. Anticipation flowing through the air as lines grew farther from the entrance. Faintly hearing the music while shuffling to the front. Making our way in I had to stop for a second. Suffocated by the overwhelming amount of music, I realized that there was no other place I’d rather be right now.

I look at my pinky and scream in agony. The pain’s unbearable. Ms. Marks runs over to me. She asks, “Austin what happened, what’s wrong?” I scream in pain “Devin shut the door on my pinky!” Ms. Marks lifts my hand and inspects my pinky. She says, “It’s going to be okay, I’m going to call your mom right now.”

As I slowly opened my eyes and drew in a breath, I started to realize where I was, I didn’t quite remember how I got there but I know that somehow I ended up in a hospital. There was a nurse in there who suddenly let out a gasp. Odd I thought, she quickly rushed out of the room and in what felt like an hour but really was a minute, came back with my parents and a doctor. My mom was sobbing and ran over to embrace me in a huge hug. After giving my mom and I a minute, the doctor walked over to me and started to explain what happened.