A Narrative Essay: Seeing And Hearing but Not Simultaneously
Micaela S Pesce
Prof. Horn
Enc.1101.136
11 January 2014
Word Count: 941 A Narrative Essay: Seeing And Hearing but Not Simultaneously As the clock hit “2:13 PM” on March 25th of 2011, my best friend of twelve years, Lizeth, and I had arrived at our bus stop at the corner of Bartow and Winter Heaven Boulevard after a long day of school. Tuesday’s walk home was not the same as Monday’s. As soon as we got off of the bus we realized the absence of silence, and what appeared to be a group of teenage boys, were involved in a confrontation across the street. It was rowdy like a group of kids at the playground. Lizeth immediately crossed the road when she realized that her cousin Gilbert stood among the group of boys. She left me next to the culvert that blocked the ditch at about six feet from the road. Suddenly, everything went black. The odor of burnt rubber filled the air. My body dashed into the culvert and underneath the wheel. As a first reaction, I stood right back up. I looked around and it seemed as if I was viewing at life through the lens of a slow motion camera recording a silent film. People swung their car doors wide open and began to approach me wearing worried facial expressions but I was even more confused than they were. Why was everything moving so slow? Why could I not hear? Why was everyone coming at me? Plop, I fell to the ground and everything I had observed diminished. Now I faced the complete opposite. I had no visual perception of what had occurred, but every sound was clearer than ever. I never had the ability to see a picture so precise just through my auditory senses. I heard a cry for help in the distance; it pulled my ear right to it. “Nooo… not my sister". Still not grasping what had occurred I began to have some sort of an idea. I knew that the voice I heard belonged to Lizeth. For a moment, I became oblivious to the surrounding noises. Little by little her panicking seemed to sound closer and
Prof. Horn
Enc.1101.136
11 January 2014
Word Count: 941 A Narrative Essay: Seeing And Hearing but Not Simultaneously As the clock hit “2:13 PM” on March 25th of 2011, my best friend of twelve years, Lizeth, and I had arrived at our bus stop at the corner of Bartow and Winter Heaven Boulevard after a long day of school. Tuesday’s walk home was not the same as Monday’s. As soon as we got off of the bus we realized the absence of silence, and what appeared to be a group of teenage boys, were involved in a confrontation across the street. It was rowdy like a group of kids at the playground. Lizeth immediately crossed the road when she realized that her cousin Gilbert stood among the group of boys. She left me next to the culvert that blocked the ditch at about six feet from the road. Suddenly, everything went black. The odor of burnt rubber filled the air. My body dashed into the culvert and underneath the wheel. As a first reaction, I stood right back up. I looked around and it seemed as if I was viewing at life through the lens of a slow motion camera recording a silent film. People swung their car doors wide open and began to approach me wearing worried facial expressions but I was even more confused than they were. Why was everything moving so slow? Why could I not hear? Why was everyone coming at me? Plop, I fell to the ground and everything I had observed diminished. Now I faced the complete opposite. I had no visual perception of what had occurred, but every sound was clearer than ever. I never had the ability to see a picture so precise just through my auditory senses. I heard a cry for help in the distance; it pulled my ear right to it. “Nooo… not my sister". Still not grasping what had occurred I began to have some sort of an idea. I knew that the voice I heard belonged to Lizeth. For a moment, I became oblivious to the surrounding noises. Little by little her panicking seemed to sound closer and