Narrative Around the age of 12, I can remember sitting around the coffee table in the living room after school. I would sit there and do homework or read and watch tv with my family. My parents would usually sit and talk while we watched. Very often, I would hear one phrase from my dad. “I’m bummed about that” would usually be said once or twice a sitting, always said in a tone of dread and frustration. After hearing his complaint to my mother, I would usually just sit and wonder what he had meant by bummed. Even outside of my home I have always heard the word passed onto someone. From one classmate to another, friend to friend, or even just strangers they have never talked to before. At work, I could hear the cashier tell a coworker how ‘bummed' she was about having to restock the empty aisle, or about the homework she had to grade to other teachers who came in. Sitting in my chemistry class I could hear students telling others that they were bummed about …show more content…
Springing up into random conversations, it seemed to never get the positive spotlight. Was bummed originally meant to mean something so negative, something people used when they dreaded doing an activity? Everyone seemed to use the word, which made me wonder if it was used all over, with the same meaning. Along with if the meaning of the word was easy to see in context to those who haven’t heard the word. The more I thought about the word, the more questions seemed to jump up. I would wonder where the person had heard the word, why it was used, and how often people seem to use the word ‘bummed’ in their contact with others, or if everyone who used it even knew what it meant. While I wondered about the way ‘bummed’ spread across friends and strangers alike, I even caught myself telling others how bummed I was about something in my personal or work
First off, Raykeil Hiedi, a Health Source author, states “When kids are tired, hungry, or not feeling well, they get cranky and irritable”. This makes complete sense because those same factors affect us even as we grow older. As an adult, we learn how to deal with it and don’t show as much emotion.
It was 3 a.m., and I could hear the argument downstairs. My parents had to do this at 3 a.m.? I got up, walked around for a minute, and went back to bed- I had school the next day. This became an increasingly common occurrence, almost every other day the fall and winter of junior year. The argument had been more or less the same for the last month, centering around my dad's alcoholism and family's money troubles.
I felt embarrassed. I wasn’t doing anything out of the blue, I was doing what I had done everyday. At this point, I had knew things were getting pretty bad. My parents continued arguing everyday over financial issues and as to why the house was dirty, and everyday it got worse.
"Why do you look so serious?" "What's wrong?" "What are you so ticked off about?" If you have 'resting bitch face' (also known as 'bitchy resting face'), you hear this all the time.
All Narrative is inherently flawed and never accurately describes a given situation. A narrative is a retelling of something that happened. This can take on a variety of forms from words, painting, acting, the list is extensive and a full list is unnecessary here and impractical. It is important to note that the Narrative is not the story itself but the act in which is used to tell it. So an event captured on film and shared among a group is not a narrative. When a member of the group tells the story of the video is when it becomes a narrative. A story is a sequence of events whereas a narrative speaks of these events as they pertain to the narrator. The narrative is thus colored by the personal reality and the inherent weaknesses associated with memory and the human mind. Narrative is thus Rhetoric as it is meant to persuade the audience toward one conclusion or another. This concept explains that most of the narratives we use come from our personal experiences. When a friend or family member tells us about their day and what has gone wrong to what is good, they are telling us how they want us to see them. This need to steer the audience creates flaws within he story.
Draft day. The day that will change my life forever, and I am ready. I had been a pitcher, pitching for the Villanova Wildcats, but then tragedy struck. I tore my A.C.L. after a line drive nailed my knee, and I screamed in pain. I was carried off of the field, and the trainers told me that I had tore my A.C.L. on opening day of my senior year. Today, I want to go to the big leagues, and to win the World Series with the Philadelphia Phillies.
I'm going to start off by saying I've wanted to do picks for a while, I have just been beyond busy or in other words lazy. That being said let us start with the teams on bye this week. Also a quick note:I did not call the Thursday night game because if you watch a game between the Bills and the Jets, then turn around the next week and watch a game between the Jaguars and the Titans, God help you.
Mild or indirect word or expression substituted for one considered to be too harsh or blunt when referring to something unpleasant or embarrassing.
October 25th, the day of the 2014 Beach District Cheerleading Competition and our chance to go to Regionals. I woke up that morning with a knot in my stomach because I knew our time had come. We worked so hard those past three months to perfect our routine; we knew we were ready to win. As we were in the waiting area for our team to get called, my heart was pounding in fear and excitement. While watching the other teams on the projector, which I would prefer not to do. In a cheerleading competition I worry if the performing team is perfect, because the competition is more serious. Just my luck, it's our turn to warm-up. At that point, I'm terrified, my body became numb. I hate when my body does that because I feel as if I would pass out. Our
It was on February 7, 2016, the day I was waiting for, similar to my best day ever. I was twelve years old at the time. I am enduring on my couch with my parents and my sister Devona. My dog Bailey, who was a puppy at the time, was relaxing right next to me on his bed. It was the day for the 50th Super Bowl. It was a football game final of the vicious Carolina Panthers against the timid Denver Broncos. I was on the Panthers side because they were best in the NFL, so I thought for sure they would win. I even got myself a Carolina Panthers baseball cap that lights up in the dark when you click on a button. In my family, before the game, you would either hear me saying, Go Panthers Go or Let's go Broncos. Now it was time, the Super Bowl began
Recording One I do not remember the year, or exactly what season it was, but I can still distinctly smell the formaldehyde and hear the screams of damaged minds trapped behind their walls. I remember the sky that night, when she first arrived it was clear, but when the rusted van pulled into the drive, the clouds destroyed any sight of the stars. I remember the two men hauling out a screeching demon of a child, no more than perhaps ten years of age. Her movements were glitch, her hair tousled and her clothes spattered with blood. I remember thinking to myself "This isn't real Banks, this child didn't murder someone."
The story starts with me and my dad going to LaCrosse, Wisconsin for a hockey tournament. It was about a three hour drive, and I just watched movies the whole way. When we got there it was getting late and we had an early game so I watched TV and then went to bed.
Proportional representation is a system of electing representative seats more aligned with a popular vote. Typically in the proportional representation system areas including cities can be divided into districts. In the voting system each district may have multiple candidates representing a party, voters may vote on all candidates by order of their preference. A pre determined quota system based on a tabulation formula. That formula uses the electoral districts number of votes divided by available seats to equal a quota.
Everyone in life experiences failure. It can affect people positively or negatively and that all depends on how they react to the experience. If one lets their failure overcome their dreams, it will lead them in the wrong path. But if one views their failures as a motive to succeed and grow, then they are on their way to becoming successful. For me, I let my failures in life help build onto my character and define the person I am today. My childhood injury is my example as I let this moment affect the outcome of my dreams I had then.
One beautiful day that summer, I was playing outside with my friends when my mom called for me to come home. I did not want to abandon my guard post at the neighbor's tree house so I decided to disregard her order. I figured that my parents would understand my delima and wouldn't mind if I stayed out for another two or three hours. Unfortunately, they had neglected to inform me that my grandparents had driven in from North Carolina, and we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner. When I finally returned, my father was furious. I had kept them from going to dinner, and he was simply not happy with me. "Go up to your room and don't even think about coming downstairs until I talk to you."