Camping †My Only Refuge :: Personal Narrative Writing

Camping My Only mental homeEvery night when I lie down to sleep, I hatful hear the continuous, buzzing echo of the days residue. The cacophony of sound that gets trapped in my head all day long begins its slow release the peal of phones like calculated screams, the falling of fingers on key boards like pelting leaden raindrops, people barking orders at me as if they were the only masters I am obliged to serve. The faces of these monsters I see in my mindwarped and twisted, still yelling, demanding, screeching. They mess around and taunt me. It is guilt that makes it so my eyes are great and bloodshot while my mind throbs and my body aches for sleep. I should stay on the alert longer. . .there is more I can accomplish, more work to be done. I can push myself just a little bit moreand I should. A go-getter wants more from herself than others expect, and the monsters are an ample challenge theyre insatiable. there is a fun house in my mind and all I want to do is sleep. Every da y my alarm sounds, my eyes shot open. I throw the covers off and feel the surge of frigid air, tire and grumpy and cursing the day for its fast arrival. It seems as if I neer slept...all my days are like those before them, separated only by the nightmares that mirror them. My body craves a shower only the clock on the wall says No. I gather together the assignments that kept me up well past 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 olive pizza. I grab a stale but clammy slice from the card board box on the ditch 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 up-to-the-minute news. It is my job to pry into miserable peoples lives to disclose the verbose facts about their boring lives. And they get frustrated and angry with me? Deadline is 1130, but my six-hour class battle of Marathon begins at 1000 at best Im allotted two and a half hours to film, script, and edit a news package for the class that ordain make or break me as a broadcast journalism major.