Personal Narrative
Personal Narrative Essay
The illusion of invulnerability is one of the largest causes of teenage related arrests, injuries, and deaths. This was the day I realized I wasn’t untouchable. I do not remember what time the officers grabbed me that night, but I was on the dance floor at a nightclub known as the “Seven One Ocho” and all seemed to be perfect. I suspect perception has plenty to do with beliefs in life, and in this instance my ability to assess my environment accurately was extremely clouded. The next thing I can remember was being pressed to the ground by two police officers, while undergoing questioning and being told I was being placed into custody. The clear reason for this was my being a minor in possession of alcohol and obviously diminished in my faculties.
The drive to the detention center was melancholy at best, not knowing what would happen next, not being able to comprehend that I the once untouchable delinquent was now facing his first night in a cell. Imagine someone who believed they were superman; untouchable, unbreakable, invincible and all in one night becoming just and ordinary bystander. In one night he was exposed for who he really was, simple and ordinary, just like everyone else.
Quick Note - The rest of the night was uneventful, consisting of occasional remarks from passing officers expressing their abhorrence towards “The future generation of America”, obviously directed towards me.
When the bars to the cell finally opened, I had yet to sober up from the previous night’s apparent unruly, crass, and uncontrolled alcohol-induced behavior. Honestly though, I had very little recollection of the entire night beyond arriving at the party with friends. Even today, I am uncertain as to the day or the week, however, I can remember this fact; I had about ten minutes to arrive for my job at the local Best Buy. Fortunately, I was being
The illusion of invulnerability is one of the largest causes of teenage related arrests, injuries, and deaths. This was the day I realized I wasn’t untouchable. I do not remember what time the officers grabbed me that night, but I was on the dance floor at a nightclub known as the “Seven One Ocho” and all seemed to be perfect. I suspect perception has plenty to do with beliefs in life, and in this instance my ability to assess my environment accurately was extremely clouded. The next thing I can remember was being pressed to the ground by two police officers, while undergoing questioning and being told I was being placed into custody. The clear reason for this was my being a minor in possession of alcohol and obviously diminished in my faculties.
The drive to the detention center was melancholy at best, not knowing what would happen next, not being able to comprehend that I the once untouchable delinquent was now facing his first night in a cell. Imagine someone who believed they were superman; untouchable, unbreakable, invincible and all in one night becoming just and ordinary bystander. In one night he was exposed for who he really was, simple and ordinary, just like everyone else.
Quick Note - The rest of the night was uneventful, consisting of occasional remarks from passing officers expressing their abhorrence towards “The future generation of America”, obviously directed towards me.
When the bars to the cell finally opened, I had yet to sober up from the previous night’s apparent unruly, crass, and uncontrolled alcohol-induced behavior. Honestly though, I had very little recollection of the entire night beyond arriving at the party with friends. Even today, I am uncertain as to the day or the week, however, I can remember this fact; I had about ten minutes to arrive for my job at the local Best Buy. Fortunately, I was being