Camping †My Only Refuge :: Personal Narrative Writing

Camping My Only RefugeEvery wickedness when I lie down to sleep, I can hear the continuous, abuzz echo of the days residue. The cacophony of sound that gets trapped in my head any day long begins its slow release the ringing of phones like work egress screams, the falling of fingers on key boards like pelting leaden raindrops, stack barking orders at me as if they were the only masters I am make to serve. The faces of these monsters I see in my mindwarped and twisted, still yelling, demanding, screeching. They circle around and call down me. It is guilt that makes it so my eyes are wide and bloodshot piece my mind throbs and my soundbox aches for sleep. I should stay awake longer. . .there is more I can accomplish, more work to be done. I can uphold myself just a little bit moreand I should. A human dynamo wants more from herself than others expect, and the monsters are an ample challenge theyre insatiable. There is a merriment house in my mind and all I want to do is sl eep. Every day my alarm sounds, my eyes crack open. I chuck the covers off and feel the surge of frigid air, tired and grumpy and reprobation the day for its fast arrival. It seems as if I never slept...all my days are like those before them, separated only by the nightmares that mirror them. My body craves a shower but the clock on the wall says nary(prenominal) I gather together the assignments that kept me up well ultimo the change of day and hope they are as good as they seemed at 345 a.m. My stomach rumbles with indigestion from the 2 a.m. pepperoni and chromatic pizza. I grab a stale but clammy separatrix from the card board box on the floor and head out the door. This is the start that propels me into my day. By 730 am I am roaming the streets, video camera in hand, searching for the latest news. It is my job to appreciate into miserable peoples lives to disclose the boring facts about their boring lives. And they get baffle and angry with me? Deadline is 1130, but my six-hour class marathon begins at 1000 at best Im allotted two and a half hours to film, script, and skip a news package for the class that will make or break me as a broadcast journalism major.