Jay Princeton-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

I’m ideally pessimistic, therefore I’m not easily influenced. Receiving a large amount of honor, uniquely I come off as formidable. I’m only 17 moreover, I’m just now starting to find myself. I feel as if without comfort I would perform surpassingly, accordingly I’m precisely individualistic. Throughout my childhood I’ve had various coaches not only in sports, likewise for life. Being adolescents, we imagine our parent to become our role model, opposingly I’m just now finding mine.

Walking into the auditorium for my first audition in high school, my mind raced with fears and anxieties. I auditioned with a group of friends for the production of In the Heights. Immediately, I realized the high school’s drama program differed greatly from the middle school’s. The directors expected the students to prepare their song ahead of the time. My group had little to no preparation; It was the definition of “winging it.” When returning home, I began brainstorming other after school activities I could join because of the poor performance my group and I put on. Shockingly, I made the show and every show since. That moment changed my life for the better. Freshman year I was a shy, insecure student afraid of socializing with the others. Today, in my senior year, I am no longer that person. I am a confident young

Excuse me, but I don't understand why people are guilt tripped for not having a significant other. I've gotten genuine surprise from adults and peers alike when I say I don't have a boyfriend. Maybe they are shocked by my resolute spirit that will not be crushed by their belittling reactions. I feel the tang of a backhanded insult when people try to make me feel better when they nonchalantly say, "you'll find someone," in an optimistic

I have reddish-brown wavy hair, I am 5’4”, and I weigh 127 pounds. I see myself as the comedian of my friend group. I am shy around people I am not very close with, but once I get to know someone, they can never get me to shut up. I believe others see me as hilarious, smart, caring, and fun to be around. In my free time, I hang out with friends, watch hockey, go shopping, sleep, and watch Netflix. My three best friends are Abby Quirin, Morgan Jetton, and Hunter Ross. Unfortunately, I constantly think about what my peers will think of me before I make my decisions. Although, my friends usually help me make wise decisions and give me the confidence to do what is right. My favorite things to eat are pizza, salad, spaghetti, watermelon, and chocolate.

When I first started thinking about college schools I never thought about going to MSU or Ole Miss. I wanted to go to the bigger universities, but I knew I wouldn’t do well if I went there my first year. My high school did not prepare me enough for University, and I hadn’t decided on a major either. I choose East Central Community College (ECCC) as the school I would go to for many reasons, and when I got here I knew I made the right choice.

The rest of the day passed by, Jayde showed her around and sat with her at lunch. So her worries of a disgusting bathroom disease or being a loner had been for nothing. Jayde, wow, she seemed so quiet but once she started talking she never shut up. She was so bubbly and unbelievably sweet, happy and carefree. It was hard not to be dragged into Jaydes mood, she was like a mirror, and she reflected everything she felt onto you.

Cameron Academy, the place where it all started for me. The first ever school that I had gone to. It was the place where I learned to fear anyone older and bigger than you because the teenagers there were not above fighting kindergarteners. Where I learned that the safest place to be after school was the office because the fights between the police and the students that took place outside on the front steps of the school were too brutal for me to witness; at least that's what my mom told me. That school was the place where I learned to be ashamed of any art that I may produce, to always keep it to myself, lest I be laughed at by the teachers. Cameron Academy is where I learned that “bad” kindergarteners who were in Ms. Valorie’s class got beat up.

November 26th, 2004, and there is a sea of burnt orange everywhere at Darrell K

My parents worked hard and strived for their success, people often thought because my mother dressed me very nice that I had money. I recall growing up in a one bedroom apartment, but as my parents worked to gain more knowledge through college and grad school that they would able to provide a better life for me as I grew older. My mother works as a social worker and dad a Veteran of the United States Army and currently possesses a degree in Business Administration society labeled us as stuck up rich girl. My grandparents often told me stories of days on the farm and working for ten cents a day to earn fifty cents a week. I was taught to be thankful for the small things and big things would come. My childhood often bring tears to my eyes as

I entered the gym door with 16 people, walking to the lockers on a hot summer day. One by one we all changed into our uniform. When we finished the coach called us all out and made us get a volleyball. Things got really interesting and fun. From there we practiced serving the ball over the net. Next, he made us get in a circle to serve the ball to each other. Tomorrow same time 2:30, we will start again. The objective for today was to play against the team. He split the girls and me into two teams. I got on the black line, feeling anxious but dauntless. I saw the net and the line across the other room and I gazed at it. At practice, I couldn’t hit the ball back when the other team served. I constantly tried and tried, but I failed. I experienced that volleyball’s not my thing, but I had to keep trying.

In 1951 my grandfather first stepped foot on American soil thanks to a workers permit. As you expect before entering my grandpa was given a thorough body check where he would undress and would be checked for any diseases if found any would be sent back.

Cole tucked the list in the pocket of his jeans and began to unbutton his shirt. Penny’s eyes were riveted to his fingers and they deftly unbuttoned his flannel shirt. Her mouth went dry as she watched him slide it from his shoulders. Her fingers itched to touch his bare chest and follow the lines of his abs down to the waist of his jeans. She wanted to trace each and every hollow and valley of his abdomen. Penny watched as he draped his shirt around her shoulders. Lord he smelled good, Old Spice and whiskey, but all man. She slipped her arms into the sleeves, watching as Cole began buttoning her into his shirt. As he reached the collar his hand slid to the back of her neck and pulled her toward him. His arm slid around her waist as his head bent to taste her

“Ang...?” he yelled from twenty yards ahead of her. She waved him on with a swift motion of her hand grasping her half eaten cone. He trudged forward, frustrated with her independence. As he reached their simple setup of two oversized beach towels on top of the scolding sand, he heard her voice echoing off of the walls of the little shack that was passed off as an ice cream parlor. Angela was thanking the man who had so pleasantly served them as she shoved a five-dollar bill into his empty tip jar. She lingered under the cheap awning, asking the middle-aged man questions as if they were old friends being reunited for the first time in a long time.

Why had she remained outside? She didn't know. She was lost in her thoughts. However, when Clay came on the porch, and she took in his boyishly handsome face. “Hey, Lauren, you coming inside? We have some pie and coffee waiting. I am trying to be part of the welcome wagon here, Will you join me for the ride?” prompted the tall man before her with a humorous grin. Lauren let out a laugh from deep inside. For the first time, in a long time, she felt giddy like a school girl. This wonderful man was opening up doors she thought she'd closed. He was making her feel good and carefree in a way that she hadn't felt in a long time. Truly, it was a welcome from the heart, that was making her feel at home in her heart