Doctor Livesey-Personal Narrative

After his lunch break, Tom didn’t have long to wait before the paramedics burst in through the swinging double-doors of the ambulance bay wheeling in a young man on a gurney. Edward, a veteran EMT, recited the vital signs to Tom and Dr. Greene as they helped push the gurney into the trauma room,

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

Her expansive shoulders lay motionless, Seated with open arms offering its knowledgeability to anyone that walks by. her mind flooded with pure intellect is occupied with Melbourne’s comprehensive history. Before her entry, fixed with boundless glory and pride stands Edmond Barry. Carved with her intricate design to match her exterior, myriad of fiction, mystery and encyclopaedia to acquire ones every need.

When thinking about the neighborhood, school has to come to mind. Mr. Ellis, my third grade teacher, prided himself on educating students. No matter the problem Mr. Ellis would try to help in any way possible, which without a doubt makes Mr. Ellis my favorite teacher. An example of the undying devotion Mr. Ellis shows Other than Everett, the Capital Area Career Center was one of the best schools around Ingham. Understudies could pick any class that fit their field of study. As the understudies work through their class they can acquire school credits which can trade to Lansing Community college or Davenport just to give a couple of cases. Assignments sanctioned us to learn the required information while being able to work at our own particular

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

Mr. Miller, my seventh grade homeroom teacher, “strongly encouraged” us to bring treats to class every Friday. He led us to believe that sharing cheap, processed foods laced with exorbitant amounts of refined sugar and saturated fats was the way to make friends. It was, however, quite obvious to a bunch of twelve and thirteen year olds that Miller was more concerned with maintaining his lifelong friendship with Little Debbie than he was with helping us get to know one another. A man whose license plate read “Ursa Major,” was more than just a fan of bears—he seemed to be the “Great Bear” himself. Standing about 6’2”, probably weighing in at more than 300 pounds, with a short, yet scruffy brown beard and long pointed snout, this lazy beast

It was a hot Spring day in the middle of a soccer game of my Freshman year. I felt that pain that impacted my life forever. It changed my outlook on life and made me realize how truly lucky I am. I came home that evening and complained to my Mother how bad my chest was hurting. She told me it was most likely indigestion or something I had ate earlier that day. Her being the educated nurse that She is, I believed her and went on about my night. Soccer season continued and the pain was still there but only when I ran. I didn’t think much of it and ignored it. Soccer season ended and I had never felt the pain again. That was until later that year, I walked from my class to the office. I could feel them again. I told

my broken spirit. Dr. Leigh somehow sensed this and got to work right away to foster a friendship, a partnership that would give me strength in mind and body to endure the process of total healing.

William and Mary walked crisply into the barn. The farmhands had formed a circle around an altercation on the dance floor. William and Mary pushed their way through the crowd. In the center of the circle, they saw two farmhands restraining Eric by holding onto both of his arms. Susan was screaming at the men to let him go. Reverend Flowers was doubled-over at the edge of the circle, holding his hand against his mouth. He pulled his hand back and looked at the blood on his fingers that flowed from a fat lip he had sustained.

I looked around. I was back in the large, rectangular room, filled with exotic colors and purple sheers depicting beautiful scenes embroidered

Dr.Cobb a bold, diligent, and incredible women. A women of intelligence and wisdom. In the 6th grade of attending Jolliff I had the opportunity to to be taught by Dr.Cobb. I remember all of the positive energy when I walk through the door. All the way to the warmest smile that could light up a room. I love the way that she was easy to approach and talk to. She wanted us show and creativity and push boundaries. When Dr.Cobb get tough she doesn't play. It was not because she was mean she had a passion for teaching. It was to prepare us for next grade. Never mind not just the next grade life also. Dr.Cobb set a high standard for all her students know that we could reach and overcome. I now noticed the homework and class work I would complain about

It was a dull, grey morning, as was every morning in Lofter, and a blanket of mist settled over the hills. The soft smell of rain lingered in the air. Rain was to be expected. As it always rained in Lofter. And the rain would saturate the mire, which stretched on for miles. I remember my arrival to the village of Lofter. Even after all these years. As it's dismal appearance would be a precursor of the things to come. All of which I shall share with you in due course. But first, I must bring into light a few essential factors that, though seemingly irrelevant, lead to the final outcome of this tale. And though those of you, with severely practical minds, may find the story of which I am about to relate highly improbable. I beg of thee, pay heed. For not everything of importance is visible to the human eye. You must accept that this ancient world in which we live can be a strange and uncanny one. Just as the mire where mysteries, the villagers say, sleep undisturbed. Hitherto, I had looked upon my situation in a skeptical manner. Let this story be a warning then for those of you who should one day wish to visit Lofter and lay eye upon the mire for yourselves. And so my dear readers, with no further delay, I'll begin this tale with my arrival to the village of Lofter. I had traveled from London, leaving behind the great success of which I had established for myself, to accept a job as a private physician for the Cardew family. Mr. Cornelius Cardew, of whom was acquainted with

“Stop!” Mr. Dance cried out to his men. Our party came to a halt to investigate this strange man just lying there. They all quickly dismounted and rushed to the mystery man’s side. I pushed my way through the stout bodies crowding around him and gasped at the scene before me. Sticky blood was gushing out of his forehead and coating his sharp features before matting into his long golden

My schedule in Bishopstown was simple; I would wake at dawn to milk the Jersey cows and feed the pigs, then spend hours weeding the garden or traversing the verdant marshlands to find healing herbs, such as burdock and meadowsweet, to be used in various elixirs. In the evenings, I would read and journal before falling asleep on the floor of my hosts’, Helen and Brendan’s, ramshackle shed.

When I got back to the institution I talked to Dr.Mako and he told me that I can't force myself to hypnotist.An hour later I walked outside to take a breather and this guy asked for some change.i cleared my mind and then all of a sudden I can see what he sees (hypnotism)so I said;when i snap my fingers you will have a better and happy like and make some new friends and it worked.So I thought I should get on the train and head home, but I decided to go back in the instant and tell Dr. Mako what I just accomplished!When I reached Dr. Mako’s office, he was in a meeting with my mom and dad.So I caught up with Tommy and he told me to hypnotise the lunch lady so I he could have more mashed potatoes and gravy But it, uh didn't go so well and tommy