Essay About A Diary Entry

The journey began, the first state we rode through was Alabama, I couldn’t see much since it was night time. All I could see was the clear night sky. No stars were shining that night. The only lights I could see were street lights, building lights, and other cars. Looking around inside the car, everyone was asleep except for my uncle since he was the one driving. I must have been asleep the whole 4 hours and 46-minute car ride through Mississippi because I don’t remember anything, same with Louisiana. Finally, when we got to Texas all I wanted to do was get out of the car, so luckily, we stopped by to eat at Cici’s. My aunt said, “To enjoy this last meal since it was the last fast food, that we would be having for a while.” After we ate, it took us about 5-hours to get to Matamoros, Mexico. That was where we had to drive through the border to get into Mexico. Once we got into Mexico, there were lines of cars everywhere from people trying to enter and leave at the same time. The lines were slowly moving, like a turtle, inch by inch. There

The darkness consumed my cousin, but not completely. A part of me did not want to believe that she committed a mass murder and maybe, just maybe it was someone else. But the proof that the police needed was all there. We weren’t that close but it pained me to know that someone who i thought to be as a kind and caring person could kill people.

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shoving each other to get the first breathe of “American Air.” I held the children close to me as we winded up the many flights of stairs. My heart beat was increasing at each step I took, for it was such a thrill. It was a great joy to watch the little one’s expressions as they too were as excited as I was. We stepped outside and walked a ways following the crowd as we all slowly entered a large building. There was a sign hanging above the entrance that said “ Ellis Island.”

In the novel The Diary of a Young Girl written by Anne Frank, Anne was a jewish girl living in the age of World War Two. She faced all kinds of adversity as she transitioned into a new life of hiding and survival. It is truly remarkable that a young woman was able to handle this adversity at such a young age.

This all started after my dad’s funeral, I was about to leave the gloomy cemetery when I was told by this crazy nut job, that grabbed me and told me that I was going to die. If I don’t stay low for the next 365 days of my life, I thought he was crazy a week ago, but I’m starting to believe him. So far my farther has died somehow and now people after, my life is so hard as I’m still as I’m devastated but I have to watch my back

I did not meet with Pt. , I was paged by Lisa Micciulla, front desk in the emergency room to please come to the ED concerning an "urgent" situation regarding this Pt. When I arrived in the ED registration area an MGH Security personnel stopped me to talk with Pt's daughter, Charlene McDonald. Pt's daughter explained she was not being allowed to see her father, who she understands was brought to MGH for surgery after a fall. Explained to Ms. McDonald, I was aware of Pt having a gaurdian, and that there was a court ordered visitation schedule between Ms. McDonald and Pt. She reported this was an extreme situation and she showed me text messages she had sent to Pt's guardian, Attorney Tine Hajjar. I advised I could not allow Ms. McDonald access to Pt. Based on the order from probate court. Ms. McDonald has visits with Pt on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday 11:00 a.m. -4:00 p.m.

We landed in independence, MO. We took a little rest overnight and one of the Indians took our kid Hamilton Weaver. We have not found him yet and I think that they are going to give up hope. He's been gone for 5 weeks and we are already at the Platte River.I can only imagine what he looked like: blonde and brunette hair but mostly brunette about 3”. I didn't know him that well because he usually just stayed in the wagon but most people say that he was really nice and never complained, even when he had an empty stomachs It's very humid after a night at Fort Henry, Platte River is running high we tried to cross the river by floating our wagon across. I cauked my wagon and lost one day of food supplies that we couldn't afford to lose.

The struggle between being an individual and a member of a community is a constant struggle of life. It is shown in various media such as photos and films. In addition, the struggle is often the conflict in books. The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian is a prime example of a book that showcases this internal conflict. It’s a very relatable subject that many people including myself have faced. The struggle between being an individual and a member of a community can be shown in pictures, books and real life. First of all, this picture is a great representation of the quote. The light grey figure symbolizes someone branching outside their community. The black figures symbolize the community, as you can see they’re all identical and

On March 4th, 2018, I, Officer Albert, was working as a Police Officer for the Wichita State University Police Department. At approximately 0150 hours I was dispatched to Shocker Hall for a suspicious character report. The suspicious character was a white male wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt riding a skateboard. I arrived at approximately 0151 hours on the south side of Shocker Hall and walked down the south steps towards the courtyard. Officer Andrew Abbey was on scene talking with an individual fitting the suspicions character description, see Officer Abbey's report. I spoke with the individual later identified as Tyler Micol Dane Kuhn. Kuhn's eyes were glassy and his pupils were large. Kuhn's hands were shaking and he seemed confused. Kuhn wasn't able to

As I woke from what I thought was my bedroom, I felt a slight shiver and overheard ongoing commotion in the background. Unaware of the current situation I continued to keep my eyes closed and I tried to fall back asleep when suddenly I felt a grip on my right shoulder shaking me back and forth until I finally regained consciousness. "Estamos Aqui"-We are here, exclaimed my brother Alberto. I scanned my surroundings as I was forced to step out the vehicle. Intimidated by the crowded streets and baffled by the size of each building around me I froze in place trying to keep my composure. I was a six-year-old kid when I arrived in the United States from Mexico. Thus, initiated an entirely new world with a conglomerate of experiences for me.

I am only going to refer to my personal scan rate for the month of December, 2017. The December ER-KBMA -Compliant Form documents three non-scan medicinces

As soon as Bifur, Bofur, Thorin and I entered the hobbit hole we were in a heap on the floor, me being on top. Poor Thorin for he was on the bottom. As soon as we were all right side up everyone was requesting their meal of choice and so of course I offered up pork-pie and salad because I was extremely hungry after the trip here. Oh you should have the seen that small creature prancing all over the place trying to serve us. I took pity on him because it is quite a chore to feed 14 hungry men. After being served my brothers and I talked and talked because it had been a while since our last get together, and I of course indulged in the endless amounts of goodies. If you have ever seen my belly you would understand that when it comes to food I don’t play around. At last it seemed the food had run out, sadly, so we began to clean up. I’m proud to say that my duty was to clear off all

What would it be like if you lived a double life? Living as one person by day and living as another by night. For many people it's a confusing situation that questions one’s identity. In the novel, “ The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time”, by Sherman Alexie,one main topic explored is living in the in-betweens . Living in the in-betweens means not belonging to one’s community.This novel goes deep into detail about what it's like for Arnold Spirit living in the in-betweens and his constant struggle with society because of this.

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and