Coming to Terms :: Personal Narrative Writing

flood tide to Terms Its not a light bulb that suddenly turns on. Its not a bolt of lightning that latch ons you without pain. Its to a greater extent like a boot a steel toe boot that literally drops out of the sky and kicks you straightaway in the face, knocking out the majority of your teeth and smashing your meander into a bloody mess. Thats more what its like when you come to a realization. tout ensemble that talk of a magical epiphany is left in the dust eyepatch the boot moves on to its next victim. It doesnt let you see through few new set of eyes it dulls your other senses so that all you flock do is see. You see what youve been missing for a long time. Being a person of many passionate convictions, its fair to say that Ive had to have seventh cranial nerve reconstructive surgery quite a few times. It most notably happened my sophomore year of college, taking a class called Cubans in the the States . Of course my family warned me that the professor was a raging communist, known for such fed up(p) evils as not believing in the embargo, questioning the motives of the Cuban American National Foundation, and, dare I say it, not thinking that Fidel Castro was the anti-Christ in the flesh (Oh no Stone Him) So sure enough, the first day I went in, wearing a Cuban flag pendant, guns ablaze, make believe to strike down this hedonistic infidel with my passionate patriotism. further something happened. He told us to give him a chance to ward off these notions our grandmothers instilled in us. (Oh no, hes already using some evil mind control technique ) But I did give him a chance. And at the end of the semester, I was ardent to learn more of how to correct my mis-education, without loosing my sense of pride in my background, piece slowing recovering from the boots most vicious attack. But even more recently, and more notably, it happened during our visit to the South Florida Water Management District. I scanned the website the darkness befo re class and went in on Friday morning, armed with my deep, uncontestable knowledge of the everglades, ready to battle this evil government agency whose sole purpose had to be to serve as a faade for the fact that the government didnt care about the everglades.