Biographical Essay-Personal Narrative

On 08/04/16 at 8:42pm, I was dispatched to 2087 S. Hamilton Rd, on a injury dangerous or vicious dog/injured dog, serious injury, involving a Columbus Police Officer (CPD) being bit by a dog and shooting dog. I arrived at the location. I was advised my CPD personnel that the CPD Officer that was bite was transported to the hospital and that the dog was still breathing. I was escorted to the area where the dog was. The dog was on the ground, next to the dog was dog owner Jackie Fate. I was unable to see any visible injuries to the dog, the dog had shallow breathing. I asked Ms. Fate to wrap the leash around the dog’s mouth to prevent the dog from biting her or me while I placed the dog on the stretcher. Ms. Fate complied, I slowly guided the dog on the

I have reddish-brown wavy hair, I am 5’4”, and I weigh 127 pounds. I see myself as the comedian of my friend group. I am shy around people I am not very close with, but once I get to know someone, they can never get me to shut up. I believe others see me as hilarious, smart, caring, and fun to be around. In my free time, I hang out with friends, watch hockey, go shopping, sleep, and watch Netflix. My three best friends are Abby Quirin, Morgan Jetton, and Hunter Ross. Unfortunately, I constantly think about what my peers will think of me before I make my decisions. Although, my friends usually help me make wise decisions and give me the confidence to do what is right. My favorite things to eat are pizza, salad, spaghetti, watermelon, and chocolate.

Good morning, like Megan said I am Desirae Hertling. I am currently in my last month of high school at New Ulm Public and I plan to attend South Dakota State University next fall.

“Break!” the three judges called simultaneously. The two competitors rushed back to their spots anxious to see who had scored the point that time. “Judges call points!” the center judge commanded. At the same time, all three judges raised their red flags in the air giving competitor Will Franken another point. It was the final round in the youth 4th degree black belt sparring competition. These two competitors had won every round they had been thrust into, and now they were battling each other for the gold medal at the Tiger Rock Martial Arts world tournament in Nashville, TN.

As I grew up in Northern Virginia in the middle class suburbs of Washington, DC, I suppose I had a typical childhood. I played on a girls’ volleyball team and joined the varsity cheerleading squad. I did other “girly” things like hair, nails, makeup, mall shopping and parties. Not so typical was the fact that I lived with my mother, my stepfather and six siblings. We have always been a close knit family who did several things together. Our regular quality time included movies and home entertainment with casual soul food dinners for friends and family. Museums, beaches, resorts, theme parks and other tourist attractions within a five hour driving radius were about the extent of our special group outings. At school,

The gentle rays of the early morning sun were not the first things to wake Dr. John Watson. An alarm clock, placed strategically by the bedside, began to beep at approximately six am, waking the ex-army doctor. Now used to civilian life after only a few years, like any normal person, John slammed the snooze button and snuggled back into his warm bed once more. However, living in the same apartment building as the infamous Sherlock Holmes, sleep was a sacred privilege that needed to be honored by both parties’ in silence. But today was Mrs. Hudson’s birthday, so falling back asleep was not an option. Last night, both residents agreed to do something nice for their sweet old landlady by getting up early and making pancakes as a thank you for

If you dedicate hard work and perseverance to anything you set your mind to, you can grab hold of your dream in triumph and success. This I believe

My hand-watch had read 11:34 am. Sep. 10/18. I began my striking hunt from a puzzling and secretive jungle everyone always talked about. They mentioned whoever would make an entrance inside was to never be seen again. At first, when I mentioned that to my parents, they just stepped back, and they stopped me, they didn't want me on any mission, but they finally understood nothing comes without a price. I will have to risk my life to find the truth. Our school mentioned by the name ‘prison’ was closed for two weeks so I wasn’t missing any day at school. I wore hiking clothes that day, I had a very fascinating cap on my head, it had a picture of a flying white bird wearing a golden crown and a water bottle in my right hand. I started walking… “Oh my Lord, how much farther will I have to walk to actually find something very amusing?”, I had been walking for past 1 hour 15 minutes and 45 seconds to be exact. I was boiling due to the amount of heat that the big red ball of hydrogen and helium was radiating. I hadn't seen any animals or any living creature except for the large plants enclosed with barks and shredding leaves in the past hour. “Oh my God! What’s that horrific odor.” It smelled like the putrid odor of rotten eggs, the fetor wafted out, and the potent stench, like sulfuric brimstone, that burns the nostrils all mixed. I walked a little farther towards the distressing perfume. As I paced towards the smell I sensed something grisly in the atmosphere, I had a sensitivity that someone was watching me. I swung around only to detect that no one was there. I continued walking towards the awful scent. I felt a set of eyes on the back of my neck. I came to a sudden stop at the unbelievable sight in front of

I am a big, strong, mean, hungry wolf. I spend my days trying to find what I am going to eat or what homes I am going to pillage. Since I live in the woods, I use my surroundings and hide behind trees, bushes, and ditches. Sometimes I see humans, but mainly I see animals; deer and rabbits are my favorites. They are so innocent and think that they can just eat the plants, berries, grass and think nothing is watching and waiting. I say those are my favorites, but mainly because I don't see many humans walk through the woods, until one sunny and warm day.

Walking on the street on a cloudy day I decided to go to a coffee shop. I was talking to a friend and noticed someone awfully familiar. When I tried to identify, him he walked out and I rubbed it off as not important. Then I noticed he left his wallet on his table. I dashed out the door to look for him, he was nowhere to be found. I started to wonder will I ever be able to give his wallet back?

Seth Reece is strange man. He has no friends and his sister is the only person from his family that is still alive. His parents died when he was seventeen in a airplane crash and left Seth and his sister Tia to live with each other. They live in an old, dumpy run down apartment complex in, Dallas Texas. One day Seth was walking down East Main St. to go get a big Mac from Mcdonald's when he realized he had no money. He called his sister and asked her if he could borrow money when she told him she had no money and that she had just got fired from her job at the food market. When he got back to his apartment there was a note on the door, the note said that they had not paid rent for the last two months so they were going to be kicked out

I, Grace, Queen of the Moon, Empress of the Night, have nothing to wear. I woke up about an hour ago and in that time I've ate breakfast, taken a shower, and have stood in front of my closet, failing to find suitable formal wear. I am now in the shop downtown being fitted for a black floor length silk dress, 'cause the king of France just can't have a pool party and make everything easier. The lady measuring me was poking and prodding all over, and I was tempted to get her fired, right then and there, but seeing as I had lived inside the moon all of my life, I probably needed to get used to the humans and their culture, and this is a fine time to do it. "OK ma'am, I'll have it done in a couple hours." she said putting in the last pins needed. "Thank you!" I responded distractedly. I took the dress off as soon as she left, and put on my jeans and dark blue blouse. Sighing, I looked at myself in the mirror, making sure I looked OK. I fixed my dark grayish blue hair, and walked out of the dressing room. As I walked out the door I handed her the dress and said "I'll be

Gasping, fresh air fills my lungs. Bitter cold, I open my eyes, a blinding white room occupies my vision. Again.

How can anyone defeat an opponent if they can't even defeat themselves? The struggle between internal conflict and external drowned out any ability to reason as I took on something I knew well, but I hardly recognized it for it's true nature. Ignorance is not the bliss that it is often mistaken for.

It was a beautiful Friday morning, I wake up by the sound of grown folks laughing and arguing about who's the better man and by the sound of children screaming of excitement and joy. They were most likely playing tag or something, it wouldn't surprise me because in 15th Street it's always the children who wake up first and you can hear them throughout the day playing outside. I started my day off hoping in the shower, brushing my teeth, and saying good morning to my abuela. Not really in that order but you get what I mean, I have a routine. My grandmother was in the kitchen fixing me up some eggs, I quickly gobbled everything up on my plate, gave my abuela a kiss on the cheek and headed down the flight of stairs on my way outside. As I made my way