Big Brother-Personal Narrative
My calves burned and droplets of sweat maneuvered down my face as I approached the most grueling hill in town. Inhaling a large breath of air, I felt the sun beat on my back and a piercing pain surged through every nerve in my body. I started to give myself a mental pep talk. As I topped the hill, all
I could think about was the people in the cars passing me. I became self-conscious of every action and suddenly aware that my little, home town was eerily similar to the dystopian novel, 1984, where Big Brother is always watching over you. My stomach started flipping and turning as cars sped past me. Their honking began to echo in my mind as my self-confidence, I once held so dearly, slowly began to pour out of my body, with the drops of sweat. I began to think about …show more content…
People in my town seem to know everything about everyone. I am seen as a goody-goody incapable of making any human error. I was at the point in my journey where I was about to give up, until down the road I saw bright flashing lights of a
John Deere tractor with an elder man, Jim Feaster, heading to go move barrels of hay. Once Jim recognized me, he immediately stopped the tractor smack in the middle of the road and the first thing he said to me was, ...why in the Sam
Pickle are you not wearing a helmet?... Jim is like a second grandfather to me, when he said that to me I started crying even more than before. I got off my bike after Jim started frantically apologizing and I ran over, gave him a hug, and left small, significant tear drops on his right shoulder. My emotionally strenuous bike ride through my town only lasted two miles, yet I became self-aware that those who watch you are those that care about you the most. The feeling of being constantly watched is not something to be weary about, this feeling signifies how much my community, friends and family holds my well-being dear to them. To this day Mr. Feaster is completely unaware
I could think about was the people in the cars passing me. I became self-conscious of every action and suddenly aware that my little, home town was eerily similar to the dystopian novel, 1984, where Big Brother is always watching over you. My stomach started flipping and turning as cars sped past me. Their honking began to echo in my mind as my self-confidence, I once held so dearly, slowly began to pour out of my body, with the drops of sweat. I began to think about …show more content…
People in my town seem to know everything about everyone. I am seen as a goody-goody incapable of making any human error. I was at the point in my journey where I was about to give up, until down the road I saw bright flashing lights of a
John Deere tractor with an elder man, Jim Feaster, heading to go move barrels of hay. Once Jim recognized me, he immediately stopped the tractor smack in the middle of the road and the first thing he said to me was, ...why in the Sam
Pickle are you not wearing a helmet?... Jim is like a second grandfather to me, when he said that to me I started crying even more than before. I got off my bike after Jim started frantically apologizing and I ran over, gave him a hug, and left small, significant tear drops on his right shoulder. My emotionally strenuous bike ride through my town only lasted two miles, yet I became self-aware that those who watch you are those that care about you the most. The feeling of being constantly watched is not something to be weary about, this feeling signifies how much my community, friends and family holds my well-being dear to them. To this day Mr. Feaster is completely unaware