Adair Personal Narrative

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

The sparks fly in the air, there are marshmallows in your hair, and you’re with your favorite people in the world. This is called the best place on earth, for me at least. I enjoy camping so very much, you meet new people, experience different things, make new memories, and have a blast. You also see new sights, smell some things, and always wake up to the birds singing and not the bustling streets of the city. Camping is my go to activity.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

I dove through the cold currents, feeling my hands create an opening through the water. I closed my aching eyes and let the water submerge me, pulling me in. The sun cast shadows on the floor of the pool, shifting every now and then. I could feel the warmth of the sun as I swam further. I sighed, deeply content.

It's been an interesting year so far, and it looks like it is about to get even more interesting (more about that in a moment). What I wanted to write about in this here journal of mine is a new brand of shoe that I just purchased; they are called Nike running shoes, and I love them. They fit well, are comfortable and seem like they will last quite a while. I just had to have a pair (I think I'm the first one here at school to have them most of the other students have never even heard of them; Neanderthals, I know!). I predict they will be a big hit in the future. Okay, enough about shoes, let's move on to more serious matters, my love life! (just joking journal I have no love life right now). Oh well, I haven't written in here for the past few weeks, I guess I better talk about the events of the month. Let's see, it's October 1962 and a number of events have taken place; some here at the University of Mississippi, some in the United States and some internationally. Many of these events will likely have long-term impact on some very serious matters. Of course, I did not think any event would foreshadow James Meredith being admitted into the University, but, the first Negro being admitted into a higher education institution is an event that has only national implications, while the missile crisis in Cuba, could lead to death to thousands or even hundreds of thousands of citizens in both the United States and in Russia.

Her typical work day is a twelve hour shift. She would clock in thirty minutes early to take care of all the reports before 7:00 am. Many times she would have to stay late to make sure all patients and their paperwork was completed. She dealt with many types of patients and she never knew what to expect, because the sickness type varied. She gave all she had while working with sick patients to help make them better.

Once when I was going through high school, it was my senior year and people constantly asked me. What profession I was going to do? I always said I do not know what I am going to do. Then a friend came and said that the A&P mechanics were always hiring. Therefore, my friend and I started talking about planes. I had always been interested in planes; I always wanted to be in the air force, I could not join the air force because of my glasses and medical conditions. When my friend found out that W.A.T.C. was teaching A&P mechanics. He influenced me to join W.A.T.C. to get my license to become an A&P mechanic.

Tuesday, March 6th, 2018 at approximately 4:30 p.m., I Detective L. Donegain was contacted by Sergeant P. Orellano in-reference to a possible overdose at 415 Tradewinds Drive apartment B, Fayetteville, North Carolina 28304. I was advised Patrol Officers were on scene and standing by.

She was hired as an aids-oncology clerk, which she described as being the stage manager of the hospital. She worked there for two years, and spent many hours of hard work

It was a cool November day, in the middle of Afghanistan. As a medic, I was sitting outside my make shift aid station with one of my buddies sharing stories about home. We hear a loud explosion right outside of the wire. I looked up and could see the cloud of smoke billowing up from about two hundred meters away. Not knowing how bad the situation was, I grabbed a few of my soldiers, our translator and my aid bag and ran straight to the smoke. When we got there, a group of civilians were huddled around a group of people who were yelling, screaming and crying. The translator found out that a group of three men and three children were walking around a field when one of the children stepped on a mine. One of my soldiers grabbed the mine

Adelphi is a really good school, there are a lot of activities to do around campus everyday where the sororities, fraternities, different clubs and different sports try so hard to put together in order to happen. It has been a little over a month of school, since we started college. At first, it was easy but at the same time it was overwhelming with the fact that we had to balance so many classes, and extracurricular activities together. The first week was the easiest, since we were just trying to adjust to a new school, new environment and as well as having more challenging classes.

She was standing atop the ridge of one of the many cliffs in the distance. The woman, if you could call her that, had blended into the darkness too well that the mountains weren’t even able to distinguish her. She was too faded away, even with all her outstanding and distinctive features. It was never guessed that she would turn out this way, wrapped around the gloom of her life. Her jet-black hair was flaying right across the ashen colour of her face; her figure barely seen as the ragged scraps of her black gown covered it wholly. The air was crispy, so bitter that she had to wrap her tremendous wings around her just to keep from transforming into an ice block. She was enclosed in so much dusk, and it wasn’t only meant metaphorically. Her

“And I swear I see, down deep inside, the woman she gone grow up to be. A flash from the future. She is tall and straight. She is proud. She got a better haircut. And she is remembering the words I put in her head. Remembering as a full-grown woman.” Ten years later, I still remember the wise phrases Aibileen once told me. I will forever cherish the time I spend and have spent with Aibileen. She shaped me into the woman I am today.

The seat of the helicopter started to vibrate as it lifted off the pad in a smooth steady accent. Glancing out the window next to her seat the ocean came into view as the pilot maneuvered the beast towards the open sea, once it cleared the land the chopper swooped to the north heading towards their destination which would be home and work for the next fourteen days.

I was quick with my actions as I plummeted myself into my crapload of a car. I scurried to the sign with a rush of hope. “This guy must be demented.” I thought as I read the ad for myself. And there it was, an 8 million dollar offer for the retrieval of some old man’s beloved pet. What kind of person has that type of dough? As I remembered my current situation, It hit me that I had no time to think about this. I was trekking to this guy’s house to see for myself what the genuine reason was.