Jacquen-Personal Narrative Essay

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

So I was concerned when I started playing LoL that I’d really struggle to focus on a main, however I actually find it super easy and I think it’s because I absolutely throw myself into it 100%. I’ve gone for Renekton as my first main, and I’m watching as many VODs as I can, reading guides, practicing combos in training tool to try and be as good as possible. Idk how much you do any of that, or if you just queue up and play. Really delving into a champ and trying to be as good as I can on them helps me stay to

When I joined the military, I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into. It is one of the main reasons why I decided to join the Reserves and not Active duty. The other main reason was because I knew the Reserves would still pay for college while I was only active one weekend a month. Growing up in Killeen, Texas – I was right beside one of the largest Army post which is Fort Hood. I had a lot of friends whose parents were in the military, and two distant cousins who were also in the service. All I knew, (or thought I knew) was they had good money.

“Life is like a box of chocolates you never know what your gonna get” (Gump, Forest) sounds familiar huh? When I ponder on the idea of an electrifying episode in my life, I think about the unexpected things that have happened. However something out of the ordinary “tickled my fancy”. After all my years of thinking it was impossible, the improvable became reality. Now just for a second I want you to sit back, relax, and enjoy my journey of becoming Student Body President.

Indeed, Jay was the ideal angelic guy anyone, including myself, would swoon over; and as he reached a solid age of seventeen, adoration grew exponentially. Jay Princeton, a towering figure presenting broad shoulders, flexed his back muscles that seemed to be carved to perfection. His fluttery yet thick eyelashes complimented his symmetrically sharp face and Jay’s flawlessly arched eyebrows framed his eyes. Those eyes. Those piercing sapphire eyes looked as if it they were melting into a shade of seafoam green and simultaneously melted my heart within. Jay’s skin was kissed by the sun and no blemish was in sight. I had urged to leap out of that car as his tousled auburn hair grooved with the wind. He had porcelain hands of mountains of veins and rosy fingernails loosely grasping the steering wheel. Jay Princeton glanced at me and beamed a devilish smile.

"Hey McKenna, could you come here for a second?" Tuesday, the demo team leader, asked. "Yeah, sure. What is it?" I replied. I could tell something was wrong by the worried look on her face that replaced her usually bright smile. "Steven rolled his ankle, so he won't be able to do the demonstration, which means that you will have to do a break." Oh no, I thought. It's the day of the Mother's Day show, which the demo team has been practicing for for weeks. I didn't have a break ready, let alone one showy enough for an actual demonstration. "So I was thinking you could do a blindfolded spinning wheel kick, does that sound good?" Tuesday questioned. I just stared blankly at her at first. The few times I have done a blindfolded kick, I have missed

I am particularly proud of the fact that I did well in my event during track season. I was asked by the track coach to run in an event that I have never done before--300 meter hurdles. At the beginning of the season my times were slow and my technique was poor. I watched the other hurdlers and emulated their effort. I took direction from the coach. As the season progressed, my times steadily improved. At the end of the season I competed for a spot in the regional finals. I am happy that I competed even though I didn’t make the finals. This experience demonstrates my self motivation, my ability to overcome stress and a degree of competence I didn’t know I had in a sport in which success is largely determined by individual effort. At

The most nerve-wracking ordeal for any singer is executing a solo. Performing in an ensemble can be stressful in its own way, but making an error in that setting is far less of a problem. If one vocalist sings slightly flat or enters at the wrong time, it is hardly noticeable and is typically covered up by the rest of the choir. However, this safety net does not exist for the solo singer. All of the pressure to sing with near perfection falls squarely on your shoulders.

The storm hit like a speeding bullet. It spun the world upside down, heavy rain blurring the edges of reality. Swollen clouds darkened the sky, drenching the earth with freezing water.

"We have visual on Shepherd and LAMB leaving the house," Eli, the head director of this operation, and every other control worker in the headquarters was relayed the agent's message through their personal headsets. Eli peered intently at the giant, central screen in the center of the darkened headquarters, lit only by dim overhead lights and the electronic glow of tens of computer monitors and control boards. On the screen, Eli watched the live HD video relay a visual of a young girl take the first step out of a red brick house. Behind her, as expected, a snow, white lamb stepped out of the house as well. Eli took a gulp of his coffee, laced with an extra shot of espresso in special regards to the big day ahead of him, pressed the intercom

I have heard the phrase, “life isn’t easy”, so many times in my life. And I finally realized the truth in it.

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

Half the class nodded off to sleep as our calculus teacher reviewed that night’s homework before the bell dismissed the class. Rumors about a junior and senior class assembly loomed through the halls, but the rumors lacked specific details. Of course we would have an assembly on the one and only day my best friend, Isabelle, was absent. It seemed odd, though. Just the night before she told me she would be tired at school the next day due to her family’s recent move. I assured myself that she stayed home that day, but I could not shake the eerie feeling.

“We will now do a few simple stretching exercises designed to remove tension and stress to help you relax.” “This exercise.” Sly said. “Is something you must practice every day.” “Put your hands on the table close them and make a fist.” Squeeze as tight as you can.” “Now tighten every muscle in your body, stomach, arms, legs, everything as tight as you can.” “Hold it for a count of ten release the tension very slow, very very slow.” “Now do it five more times.”