Camp Red Frog-Personal Narrative

I have often been told that I am irrational, and every time I deny it. Though, this time around I am afraid I have succumb to that label; and not only myself, but my dear friend John Laurens as well. I must say, it was folly on my part to call Charles Lee out on his bluff, but I’ve had an itch on my tongue to blurt it out since Monmouth. It’s as clear as day that the man is a traitor, but how does a great man such as Washington himself blind to the fact? I have tried to reason with him on multiple accounts, and regardless of the swearing he emits, he refuses for me to do anything to him.

First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.

Last night was a wonderful night.I went to sleep with a huge smell on my face because.Red chief was missing I didn’t care WOOW.My leg was shaking bad I knew I had to use the bathroom.Bark Bark Bark what is wrong with my little poop poop.I said so I look out my craker window soon as I saw Red chief run over my trash can chashing my little poop poop around with an baseball bat soon as I.open my window Red cheif run over my trash can I said.Red cheif go home and go to sleep before I.call the police and make sure you don’t come back to bother us anymore. When I said that Red chief come back with some heat he threw.His baseball bat at my window and shatter it then said you go to sleep you old bagged yelled Red chief and run off soon.As Red chief

I told mess-up, my son was trying to set up my reader for my disability for the course and I accidentally started the Ch. 1 - Investigation An Answer Form. It said no Time Limit does that mean I can go back. I am so sorry, I promise not to be a pain. I am just trying to get everything set up and got to know the website.

This was the last town we had to cover. I whooped as it came into sight. One more town and then I could go home to my dear ol’ ma and pa, my Louise. Everyone was optimistic, laughin’ and messin’ around, ready to go home.

Oh, it has been a month. So much has happened. A couple hundred miles into our trip, we looked ahead and say a long line of people. It was the kansas river. When we got up close we could see what the people were doing. One by one the wagons would cross the river. We were thinking about just walking across, the water was only like 2.5 feet deep. We decided it wasn't worth the risk and waited in line. When it was our turn we gave them $1 and started moving across. The river was only about 200 yards across. When we got across we looked back and saw that some people tried crossing without using the fairy. They were stuck. While we waited for the rest of our train we watched them trying to get unstuck. They managed to get out but there wagon and

Last summer, I attended a summer leadership and citizenship program in Sacramento, California. Fitting with the Boys State Camp's emphasis on civic service, each delegate was given the opportunity to run for a political position. It's selection process was highly competitive and to be elected to one of the highest positions puts you among the top leaders in the state. While this meant that I would have to push myself out of my comfort zone, I was not going to waste my chance to shine at Boys State, so I set up to be appointed as Fire Chief. The following morning, my heart pounded as I walked into the hall where speeches were to be made. When the moderators finally called my name, I closed my eyes and blocked the whispers in my head, whispers

Here’s an explanation of my actions and the reason I am back in Kentucky. I could tell you like I tried at Red Lobster, so here it is in writing.

It was a fine, summer, Saturday when everything changed for a young teenager named Miller Frederick. School had already started for Miller and he was at a new school. That summer, his family had moved from Pensacola, Florida to Dewitt, Michigan so Miller didn’t have many friends. He lived in a very rural area so he didn’t have many neighbors he could hang out with. Miller had just gotten back from his first day at his new school and he became friends with another new kid from Germany. His name was Reginald Kleinhans. Surprisingly enough, they had a lot in common. They both loved basketball, horror movies, and writing.

The sun began to creep up behind the towering pine trees as I sip on my torrid coffee. I glance at my watch which reads 5:45 am, I gather my tackle box that's overflows with hooks and line and stick in underneath the damp boat seat. The water glistens in the morning sunlight, I aboard the scent of pine needles which is always prominent the crisp air of Northern Wisconsin.

I was plunged into what I equate with the Mariana Trench in the Pacific Ocean. I spent months, years even, quite literally, drowning. I didn’t  just have cramps; I had what felt like a caged bird inside of me, feral and flapping its wings in a frenzy of feathers. I didn’t just feel senses of sharp pain; I had what felt like a neurological Star Wars of cataclysmic proportions exploding inside me, with eternal pinches, twitches, and electric-like shocks--deep and full, like a moan that always stays in a low octave. Sometimes, however, it was more of a burning sensation, like being pressed by a hot iron. Ironically, this invader's attack was invisible to the untrained eye.

Here in summit it's a peaceful town there is hardly any fight and next to no crime but the only distraction would be mr.dorset's son. that child of his is something else. His son likes to go by red chief oh can that boy stir up some trouble just last month he was using my cattle as target practice, red chief really does get on every folks bad side. but not here lately we haven't seen the little rascal there are rumors of him being held ransom i was just relishing my time of solitude i thought the kid would never be back here. but all that changed later last night when i was lying back in my on the porch I say around 10:00 or 11:00 pm i seen these three strange dark figures. two of them were tall but one short i didn't think much of it i was

Cedar Point is a very exciting and thrilling place to take a day trip. That day the whole school was taking finals, but since I didn’t have to take any I convinced my mom to take us to Cedar Point. After weeks of begging, she finally gave in. With the huge roller coasters and all of the people, we were bound to have a blast.

Today must be the most life changing day of my life. I now know what had really happened in concentration camps. Prior to today I thought concentration camps were places of worship for the Jews, but no. I have literally seen hell. I don’t think I will ever be able to live life with the same mentality again. Today is the most horrific day of my life.