Personal Narrative: The Physical Things I Carry

There is a common saying that states, “Which weighs more; 200 pounds of bricks or 200 pounds of feathers?” One might say that they both weigh the same; however, the answer is the feathers because you also have to carry the weight of the great injustice done to those poor birds. When I was asked to list all the things I carry, I started listing the physical items, but after a while, I realized that there emotional items that I carry as well. I carry memories and feelings that either haunt or delight me. And while the physical things I carry are largely based on necessity, the emotional things I carry will be with me forever. From the anger when the crew boat split, the embarrassment of knocking over an entire rack of clothes, and even the joy …show more content…
The things one carries speak volumes about an individuals’ lifestyle, and I am sure they do the same for me.
Nearly every morning for me starts off with the same routine. I get up at 6:45 and wash my face to remove the grime from the night before and brush my teeth in a sleepy manner. After that I, walk in my room and get dressed for school and pack my bags for crew practice and fitness. I then walk back to the bathroom where I wash my hair and style it to my desire, and after all that is done I leave my house with a cup of coffee in my hand that my Diddy has already prepared by 7:15 and ride for half an hour to school. From that moment forward, anything can happen such as cutting a two and a half foot slit in the crew boat during crew practice. Despite my constant warnings, gestures, and yelling, the eight …show more content…
My mom and I decided to go to the mall because she was traveling to Chicago on the 29th of October, and “needed” clothes. We ended up going to Lenox Plaza, which is where the story begins. The whole day I had already been extremely clumsy. I was knocking over things and spilling juice, but this accident topped that of every other. Everything was going fine until my mom asked me if the shirt she had tried on made her look fat. Instead of giving my opinion that may or may not have caused the gates of hell to open, I decided to take a photo instead, and as I was backing up to take the photo I bumped into and knocked over a rack of clothes that quite frankly wasn’t situated very well in the first place. This was super embarrassing and I publicly humiliated myself while managing to gather the attention of what seemed like an entire mall towards the kid standing in front of a bunch of clothes lying on the ground. Thankfully, the next day was better since I got to renovate my brothers’ new State Farm