Doctor Livesey-Personal Narrative

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As I bounced along in the saddle, holding onto Dogger as if my life depended on it, he pristinely sat perched upon the saddle with ease as if we weren’t galloping at lightning speed across the field. The wind blew across my face as I pondered how to tell Dr. Liveseys all that had happened that night. About midnight, while the moon was straight up above us, I could see the shadow of the other men who had accompanied Dogger in his rescuing of me and my mother. I looked to my right and recognized the shopkeeper Mr. Tressler; I gave him a friendly wave and he nodded in return. I looked over to my left and was surprised to see a chestnut colored horse carrying the newest inhabitant of our town, a man who had identified himself as Barry. I looked

The street lamps are the only source of light. The carriage rolls to a stop outside the house she had expected, the drive hops off his seat and opens the door to the passenger whom was exactly who she was looking for. “Hello, Sir Henry Anderson.” She says in a low husky tone, he thick London accent laced through her words. The Henry steps out the carriage and says something to the driver,

The clackety clack sound of horse hooves on cobbled street and a jingling of harnesses drew Allie’s attention to the street below; she stood to watch as Eli alights from the Harris family carriage and tells the driver, George, to pick him up in two hours. Always courteous and a proper Southern gentleman, Eli never stayed longer than two hours, which was the appropriate amount of time allowed for visiting with friends and family, otherwise, he said, you might wear out your welcome.

My family had just moved in the summer of 2013, that meant I’d be going to a different middle school. I was in the Gresham district now, so that meant that I had to go to Clear Creek middle school. Both my sisters went there, most of the teachers knew me because of them. I’d go to all their band concerts and the parent-teacher conferences. I hated the fact that i had to switch schools. I just want to stay at Walt Morey with all my friends and because I was playing football for reynolds. It made no sense to me at the time because Walt Morey was closer to me house than Clear Creek was. I begged my mom everyday to let me go to Walt Morey and she’d always say no. Then registration day came, I was forced to go but I guess it was alright. There were a few familiar faces, but I hated the

His throat hummed—it hummed—it hummed. Twitching his head to the sides, and closing his eyes, he breathed heavily through his nose. His jaw locked together. She had taken him off course at the library; why did he go? Now what had he done of late but watch her and wait? It had built up unpredictable bouts of anger. It stirred up long forgotten memories of more anger. He hadn’t been eating, and he hadn’t been sleeping. It was time to end this. He could not go on anymore with it.

"I wish I was an ass, so that I could piss standing up!" gasped my chemistry teacher in his loud Spanish accent. Striking us with hilarious surprise, these risibly condign words seemed to capture the moment perfectly. For dire struggling, I have found, tends to bring out in everyone a sense of profundity (and profanity), flippant or refined nonetheless.

Over the past year I have gained experience working with disadvantaged populations. My most meaningful and influential experience has been working as a Spanish intern at Will Grundy Medical Clinic. A significant portion of my time was spent as a healthy lifestyle coach. After referral from the physicians, the patients would come see us biweekly for basic information about common chronic illness. On one such occasion, after I gave a general overview about diabetes in Spanish, the patient was smiling because she was finally able to understand and explain it to her other family members. Some of my other responsibilities as an intern include assisting with community activities, one of which was the healthy wellness fair. From this fair, my fellow interns and I picked one chronic illness, researched content that would be pertinent to the patients and made posters for short

I was just emailing you to say that I won't be at the sectional this afternoon for the flutes. Since I got wisdom teeth removed my jaw/teeth have been feeling off and when I woke up this morning they were bothering me pretty bad so my mom figured it'd be best for me to just stay home for the day.

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Doctor Melilot took his nose from the book he was reading. The adventure had taken a firm grip on his mind, and it was a shock when he heard a knock at his study door. For a moment, he forgot where he was. He was loath to leave Captain Goatsbeard to those scallywags on the pirate ship, but he would return to their story, when he had more time.

“If you tell anybody what happened…” He paused for a tiny bit and shivered, “I will hurt you badly and probably kill you.” His tone was shaky. Benjy shoved me out of the bathroom, “You have been warned.” He said quietly. I went straight to the office and left a note saying, “Check the cameras in the bathrooms

When she came to herself, she looked around for her grandfather; he had already walked toward his friends- she saw him shake Eli‘s hand and exchange hellos. She wished she could hear what they were saying, but they were talking quietly. No matter how hard she strained her ears to hear them, she couldn’t understand what they were saying. It seemed as though hours had passed since she got down from the wagon; however, it had only been a couple of minutes at most. A woman’s gentle tone finally penetrated her concentration, which was focused on her grandfather and Eli‘s quiet conversation.

When she came to herself, she looked around for her grandfather; he had already walked toward his friends- she saw him shake Eli‘s hand and exchange hellos. She wished she could hear what they were saying, but they were talking quietly. No matter how hard she strained her ears to hear them, she couldn’t understand what they were saying. It seemed as though hours had passed since she got down from the wagon; however, it had only been a couple of minutes at most. A woman’s gentle tone finally penetrated her concentration, which was focused on her grandfather and Eli‘s quiet conversation.

As Canterville Chase is seven miles from Ascot, the nearest railway station, Mr. Otis had telegraphed for a waggonette to meet them, and they started on their drive in high spirits. It was a lovely July evening, and the air was delicate with the scent of the pinewoods. Now and then they heard a wood pigeon brooding over its own sweet voice, or saw, deep in the rustling fern, the burnished breast of the pheasant. Little squirrels peered at them from the beech-trees as they went by, and the rabbits scudded away through the brushwood and over the mossy knolls, with their white tails in the air. As they entered the avenue of Canterville Chase, however, the sky became suddenly overcast with clouds, a curious stillness seemed to hold the atmosphere, a great flight of rooks passed silently over their heads, and, before they reached the house, some big drops of rain had fallen.