Jim Saddler-Personal Narrative

I remember him saying ‘Racquet back, turn sideways, step in when you hit the ball’ my dad said, I remembered those three fundamentals forever. Hi there, I'm Christine Marie Evert, most people know me as Chris Evert. When I was a child my 4 siblings helped me become who I am today and that's why I'm such a world wide known professional tennis player. But most of all it was my two parents, Jimmy and Colette, that made me who I am today. My parents also taught me how to raise kids of my own, which I had 3 children in fact. You're probably wondering how old I am, well right now I'm 63. I always loved Christmas and my birthday because I got a lot of presents because they were so close to each other as a matter of fact 13 days apart. I started

I have often been told that I am irrational, and every time I deny it. Though, this time around I am afraid I have succumb to that label; and not only myself, but my dear friend John Laurens as well. I must say, it was folly on my part to call Charles Lee out on his bluff, but I’ve had an itch on my tongue to blurt it out since Monmouth. It’s as clear as day that the man is a traitor, but how does a great man such as Washington himself blind to the fact? I have tried to reason with him on multiple accounts, and regardless of the swearing he emits, he refuses for me to do anything to him.

First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.

The front door chimed at Theron & Son’s Tuxedo Shop as the proud African-American Mr Hayden Lewis was trailed by his aloof muscular college freshman son, Jayden. Jayden’s only sibling, Cassie, was to get married the next morning; he just flown-in for her wedding against his feelings to her soon-to-be husband.

He was wearing a pair of tattered old jeans, almost like overalls and a torn plaid red jacket, his work boots were thick and covered in a mix of blood, dirt and broken glass. I immediately recognized him as Brian Phillips, an elderly German man who worked in the slaughterhouse a little ways outside of town. The look on his face was of pure sheer terror and he stammered out an uncontrollable mix of German and English in a furious fright. Richard raised his hands as he tried to calm Brian down and eventually, he was able to begin from the beginning.

As one drives up the California coast, they will begin to notice several things. First, the general atmosphere shifts. The further north they travel from Los Angeles palms and golden beaches, the cities begin to lose their positive, sunny vibes. They go from beach villas to industrial apartments to suburban neighborhoods to run down harbor towns. The positive emotional vibrations emitted from such architecture slowly surrenders its grip on its surroundings to a grim, hopeless one. As new, booming cities fade into sleepy and ancient villages only occupied by drunken sailors and lost tourists, the traveler will soon realize they are in a much less pleasant place as where they originated their journey.

Over the summer I worked with a friend of my dad’s, Jim Gerhardinger. I have worked with him multiple times before this summer, so he agreed to help me out with my class. Mr. Gerhardinger does wood work, making cabinets, putting in hardwood floor, and small projects, as well as anything else he needs to get done for his job. Though he doesn’t own a company or work for one, he does do jobs for many people, building kitchens and installing them. He works out of a barn behind his house and owns all the tools necessary to complete the tasks he is hired to do. He knew that I had taken an engineering class, but was sure to keep me safe, reminding me before cutting and drilling.

Identically to virtually every man ever born, Ben Roberts wasn't exactly comfortable in the presence of a distraught, emotional and crying woman, and although he'd faced up to, and taken down a plethora of Russian assassins, with their Uzi machine pistols and relentless attempts to kill he and Sky, without barely a pause or hint of fear, here he was no, in the forest, with his teeth clenched as he spoke, and cosoled her, filled with nerves that he'd wrong thing, or that his compassion, sincere as it was, wouldn't appear that same way to Sky, and that he'd set her off again, or make the situation even worse. The threat to kick him in the balls was fine, even the act, though he didn't believe she meant it, as he gently spoke to her, and lifted her into his arms, as that was but was physical pain, but if she started screaming again, how the hell

Fade In:​Ext. Castle Fisher - NightWe open on dark night, the air is cold and the full moon is just starting to peak out from behind the clouds. There is a grand castle sitting atop a hill, which overlooks the North Sea. At the base of the hill we see a mob of poor villagers walking toward the castle gates. The countless villagers are illuminated by the glow of their torches, as they are seen carrying an assortment of tools and weapons toward the castle. TITLE CARD: England, 1838Cut To:Int. Castle Hallway - NightKARL is seen dashing down a decadent hallway, the only light comes from the candles surrounding him on either side of the hall. KARL is in a state of terror, as he hops down a flight of stairs and makes his way toward a pair of grand

While growing up economically disadvantaged isn’t necessarily desirable, I believe that it has allowed me to develop important traits and life skills that I might not have otherwise developed. Horatio Alger Award winner Johnny Cash would likely say the same about himself. Johnny Cash was if anything a hard worker. He came from very little and was able to develop and hone his talents and make a name for himself that will last generations. While the success I have attained thus far is minimal compared to that of Cash, throughout my life, I have dedicated myself to my schooling and extracurricular activities in order to make my own name for myself. I have been able to attain knowledge that has allowed me to maintain a high GPA as well as win multiple

A middle-aged man called Bill Foster is dealing with both unemployment and a divorce. When his car breaks down on a Los Angeles highway, he leaves his vehicle and begins a journey across the city to attend his daughter's birthday party. As he makes his way through the urban suburbs, Bill's frustration with the way society works starts resulting in violent encounters with various people, including a vengeful gang and a dutiful veteran cop, Detective Pendergast.

Close your eyes. I want you to hear and recognize five or more things either in or outside the room. Once you have done this realize what your body is touching, chairs, clothes, and watches anything. Now I want you to place your feet softly on the ground and dig your heels and toes into the sole of your shoe. Now calm your nerves and imagine your body floating through space, allowing the darkness to guide you on a peaceful trip through space. As you pass you notice that the bright stars have happy memories from your childhood to now, you watch as the memories begin to fade. The memories have now faded.

We halted on the red damp dirt coating the rusty tracks, suddenly to a halt and leaned forward. The peeling crust of iron was heard to be scratching with the train, but we were were all anxious to see Bourke for what it had said to be. We all walked out with emptied pipes and some with wandering minds lurking in waves of colourful vivid colours. People told you the heat was glazing and the land was dry. The heat was. The land wasn’t. I would’ve like to sat down on the ground, but the ground was completely destroyed by damp sand. The heat was unbearable with sun rays gleaming on our faces. The only building near in sight was the public house centred a couple of miles. We all followed the man at the front who looked like he knew what he was doing.

It saddens me that Daisy, whom I love more than life, lives across the bay from me and I have yet to see her. However, the green light at the end of her dock gives me hope. Hope that one day I will reunite with her and show her all I have done to get her back. The spring of 1922 Nick Carraway moved into the house besides me. It was not until I saw him go to Daisy’s house that I figured out he was her cousin. It was then that I knew it was time to start planning my reunion with my Daisy. I personally invited Nick to a party of mine, just to see if he intermingled with a friend of Daisy’s, Ms. Jordan Barker. When the night came they did indeed interact. About half way though the party I pulled Jordan aside and confessed to her the love I had for Daisy. Telling her how Daisy and I once had been in love, but with her parents disapproving of me because I did not come from wealth