Derek Galipeau 1st Period Stream of Consciousness
I woke up one morning to the loud screeching of my alarm clock. I got up to go turn it off but I could barely see. Even though the light was dim I could feel my eyes absorb every single ray. When I am sleep deprived my eyes don’t adjust to light like they normally do. After I turned off my alarm clock I laid back down on my bed. I could feel myself sinking into the blanket. I felt like it was absorbing me and before I know it I had fallen back asleep. My mom eventually got me to wake up and with my eyes half open I got dresses, grabbed my stuff, and went out to the car. After the long wait of the car ride, going through security, and getting on the plane I finally made it. As the plane started
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I just pulled it out and then stepped onto the beach. I felt the sand flow through my toes as my foot indented the sand. I put on my wet suit and my snorkel mask and headed out. Getting my body up to my chest in the water was easy but my head was hard. After giving myself a pep talk, I dunked my head under water. For the first 5 seconds I had my eyes closed because of the cold water. I immediately forgot about the cold as soon as my eyes opened. I saw a bunch of tropical fish and was amazed. As I went deeper I saw more and more fish and coral. I saw an angel fish and decided to dive down to it. After about 4 feet down I could feel the pressure on my body from all sides. I felt like gravity turned upside down as I tried to swim deeper. My lungs felt like a vacuum that was imploding on itself. I then had to surface. I knew that my mom m used to be a life guard so I asked her for help. She told me to take 3 deep breathes before diving down and that I should mainly use my legs for power. I tried it and I was able to reach the angelfish. After about 20 minutes I started to really feel the cold. On my way in I saw my first sea turtle! I called for my family and they came over to see it. I was careful to not swim over it so that
I smiled to myself and decided that I would go join in. With that, I took a huge deep breath and jumped into the salty water. The water was cool and refreshing; I felt it slide through my hair making it sway in the water. I swam deeper and deeper into the deep blue water. Sunlight streamed through it, lighting up the water around me turning it to gold. I kicked harder and I felt my muscles surge with strength and I pushed further. My lunges began to burn for the need of oxygen, but I refused to go up. I repeatedly told myself just a little bit longer. Until I was unable to proceed anymore without more air in my lungs, I swam to the top of the water taking a huge breaths, filling my lungs with air. I could then taste the salty water as it ran down my face and dripped over my lips. Just then I thought, I will never forget this moment, this place, or the experiences I felt while visiting
I slowly opened the door to my closet not sure of what I was going to encounter. I was hoping Narnia would be at the other end but at the opening of the door I heard stuff rumble and fall. Scared to see what was happening behind the door I took a deep breath in and knew what I was going to face was going to be no joke. There it was, all the clothes, shoes, toys, blankets, and paperwork at my feet. Everything was stacked up beginning to fall like my life as soon as I opened the closet. Slowly inhaling and exhaling I knew this was going to be a difficult task to accomplish but not impossible.
I feel something brush over the top of my right foot. A sharp-tickling pain comes on the top of my foot. Quickly, I run out of the warm ocean water onto the dry sand. My mom notices something. “What is this?” she questioned. “It’s a jellyfish!”
That night I couldn't go to sleep.Every inch of me was wide awake and full of excitement.Holding onto every sign of morning I drifted off.Before I knew I was
It was a very cool day, overcast with a drip of rain here and there. Waves were vicious, water was as cold as the arctic, and my weak body was always being compared to a pencil. I began my swim as I attempted to avert the waves but, I seemed impossible. They kept pushing me back, yelling at me to go back to the beach, today is not your day. The waves, they swept me away with ease. I was a squirrel in a dog's mouth, a ragdoll, being tossed every which way. Tossed off balance underwater, I was baffled. My lungs whimpered for air, my body slowly drifting away. The aspect was blackening, the whole world spinning in circles, then, I felt weightless…
The night before we went to Cedar Point we started to pack snacks and made some sandwiches too. Then we put them on the ice and put them outside and tried to go to bed. But when i got ready for bed all i could think of was that I could ride all the rides at Cedar point. That caused me to stay up later than usual. The next day as soon as i got in the car i fell asleep and was the whole ride down. Then i woke up to my family yelling that “we are here!!!!” At first i didn't feel so well but when i woke up fully i was felt way better. The nap was a nice way to get the car trip out of the way instead of being bored.
Let the stream begin. Some body, some things, life and me, communicated the idea to talk now, not to leave it, to stay, and face up to the past, the places, the people, the pain, the many reasons why I left my home and family, all those years ago, to become a drug addict, an alcoholic, a wanderer, move nomadically from house to house, year to year, to live inside a prison, real and imaginary. I met hell. I met the devil. I met them both inside my head. I found out the hard way that humans could easily imagine evil. The path forward comes from the push to write and to deal. Yes, I felt happy in between the miserable spaces. My family helped me to survive and still do now, even more so than before. Without them, I would not exist, for in the darkest moments I realised that they kept me breathing. I want the virtual picket fence, ideal partner, children and career. They may or may not eventuate. Now as I regroup, look upon me with sober, straight and clear eyes, I can have anything. I walk to a lake, to sense nature, to allow the anxiety to live on these pages, to take shape, and mould into a form that speaks atonement.
Everything started a few years ago. It was a warm and beautiful night in Africa; the dark blue sky was full of stars… and those were the last things I remember before I woke up in a cold and wet floor. I do not know where I was, or why I my hands were tight behind my back.
With music blasting, voices singing and talking, it was another typical ride to school with my sister. Because of our belated departure, I went fast, too fast. We started down the first road to our destination. This road is about three miles long and filled with little hills. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills in the middle of the right lane was a dead deer. Without any thought, purely by instinct I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal but I was going fast. The car swerved back to the left, to the right, to the left. Each time I could feel the car scratching the earth with its side. My body jolted with the sporadic movements of the car. The car swerved to the right for the last time. With my eyes sealed tight, I could feel my body float off the seat of the car.
Following the chapter readings, stretches, and medication experience, I reached the decision to alter my perspectives on mindful stretching. Since I first experienced mindful stretching, or yoga, I perceived its powerful effects, but failed to stick with the practice. I aspire to implement these stretches back into my daily routine, or attend a weekly class, to aid in my mindful living. These stretches positively impact every facet on the body, serving as a renewal process. I am willing to put time aside each week and focus on myself, as my body rests sacred.
When we were about to take off I smelt a terrible smell. "It must be something gone bad. It smells kind of like moldy cheese," I thought. What I saw next took my mind off the smell faster than a wild gazelle. It was a white building in the shape of a pentagon. In fact it was the Pentagon. It was ginormous, it was fascinating. Then we started to turn, and I saw the Capitol building up close. It was white like snow and it was very tall. We were on another Embraer 190 and the flight was very smooth. When the flight attendant came, I got a pineapple Fanta and then I got out my salad. The next time I looked out the window, I saw the blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean. I watched more River Monsters on the television and then I needed to go to the bathroom. I stupidly took out my phone to play a racing game, but I forgot to turn off my volume so it blared the sound of a NASCAR sprint cup car zooming by. My dad and the stranger next to him woke up and looked at me. My cheeks were hotter than the Sahara desert, and I slumped down in my chair. Only when my dad was about to fall asleep I remembered my
ince I have just woken up, I have been through many states of consciousness in the last 24 hours. Consciousness is the subject experience of perceiving oneself and one’s surroundings, according to the textbook. Every day, we fall in and out of consciousness when we sleep for the night, nap, and daydream. All of these depend on the levels of brain activity we are emitting. Brain activity is very important when measuring consciousness.
One day Lake Michigan felt decently warm. Not like usual temperature when I can only stand to be in the water for 10 minutes, and then I start to freeze. I invited my parents to go down to the beach with me. It was a surprisingly calm day. It was not too windy, and the water was calm and flat. I thought this would be a perfect day to go kayaking for a little while. I invited my parents to join me. At first, they were reluctant to join me on my adventure, but I was finally able to change their minds. To the left of our campground way down the beach it appeared as if the land was coming to a point. We agreed that it seemed like the land stopped, and that this spot seemed interesting to all of us. That became our destination, and
When travelling, it all seemed to be going smoothly. My fears of my flight were dissipating, and I had even began to doze off. I assume I fell asleep, due to having no recollection of how or when I happened upon this strange place that I was in. I woke up in a bed large bed, in a room much like my own. I was alone. I did not know what had happened, but all I knew is that I wasn’t in Mauritania. I got out of bed, thankfully still dressed in the clothing I had worn
I will never forget the first time I went snorkeling, it was something I had been afraid to do up until the moment I touched the water. Beforehand all I could think about was what if I got attacked by a shark? I was too young to die and I felt like I was tempting fate. Then once I made the plunge into the water everything washed away, as if the waves carried the fear with them as they folded over me. I remember that day so clearly, rocking back and forth, up and down, I sat on a small glass bottom boat. The enormous ocean waves making me nauseas as I put my snorkel gear on. I hurried as fast as I could, knowing my nausea would go away as soon as I entered the water. This wasn’t the first time I have gotten sea sick, but it only shows up when the boat is sitting still. As soon as I got my equipment on I jumped into the water, fins first. I felt the sensation of goose bumps shivering up my whole body, tiny bubbles rolling over my body from breaking the surface, they ran from my toes upwards to break free at the ocean’s surface. Once the bubbles cleared, I looked around to see a new blue world I have never experienced before. I heard the sound of the ocean, mumbled by the sound of my deep breathing and the tanks of the more experienced scuba divers below me. It’s a very relaxing and peaceful sound, and if I had not been in such a new and unusual place I could have floated with my eyes closed for hours.