Narrative Journal Entry

that she had a male, Igor Gentsaryuk, in custody for DUI near the 3700 block of

Journal Entry 3: Six years ago, my oldest daughter was in severe pain, when I got off work I took her to the emergency room to see what was going on. After twelve hours the nice male nurse came in with a really concerned look on his face and gave me some breakfast vouchers to get her and I something to eat, I immediately knew something was not right. He sat me down and told me she had a large tumor growing in-between her hip bone, I broke down, because as soon as you here tumor, you think cancer. I drove straight to her doctor and to he what he suggested, he told me no one in Lumberton would take her so he gave me an appointment with Chapel hill with a doctor named DR. Esters. My husband and I were completely devastated, I had to call all our family and

I told the class to get back to work as I checked the weather. The rainstorm had unexpectedly turned into a colossal thunderhead in only a couple minutes. I had seen many of these storms before so I knew what to do if things go bad. Some of my students

Wrongberight, Virginia is a rural farming community, and its residents depend on accurate weather reports. The locals believe, those profession meteorologists could not predict rain, even if raindrops were falling on their head. On Thursday the local weather guru of Wrongberight, Charlie Jones, age eleven forecast a ten-hour deluge would hit on Friday. It did. In fact it dumps eight addition inches of rain, to the already, saturated farmer’s fields and woodlands from the previous intermittent rainstorm that he also predicted. According to him, that storm on Friday was just a prelude to another storm that will strike Wrongberight, sometime early Saturday night. He also said, that this kind of storm would produce, at least one or two unique

When I started maintaining the diary as asked, I started to think beyond, thinking of the ways in which I was being tracked. Earlier, I would have never pondered over this. I realized that I was being tracked at almost all the places I went to, and the internet recorded my each click.

I yearn for site as I move at high speeds, as dusty brown particles fly in from the north, in gushing speeds, ready to engulf anything, and anyone, on the familiar asphalt road right below me. The few minutes that felt like hours passes, as I leave behind the dust storm and drive into false hope. I drive into the peaking rays of light ahead, straight into rain pouring down faster than my car all around me. I don’t know if I was more worried for my panicking roommate’s cat next to me, or my torn right windshield wiper. Before I could think of any worse case scenarios, I see the rain storm in my rear-view windows and bright sunny blue skies right ahead of me. This crazy weather occurs during monsoon season in Arizona, it is one of the most interesting,

As I parked in the gravel filled lot I settled in my car for a few minutes contemplating homework from each of my classes. I stepped outside with my belongings; there was a slight breeze from the remnants of Hurricane Harvey. Clouds dotted the orange tinted sky as the sun tried to climb up to be fully seen.

One morning, I woke up in my room, and pulled up the shades to see the ground covered in several blankets of snow from a snowstorm. I went downstairs, and made my breakfast, a typical bowl of cereal with orange juice and some toast. Before the meal, the length of this storm was my particular interest at the moment, so I looked up the weather. The outlook did not look too convincing to me, so I continued to eat my breakfast that seemingly felt like forever, due to my desire in the length of the storm. I consumed the last bits of toast that were left, and looked outside once again only to see what I saw the first time, thick layers of snow.

Every day people listen to meteorologists before making many decisions pertaining to their lives. In this case, Miss Minnie was no exception. Since she wanted to know if she would need protection from rain, she watched the local weatherman just a few hours before leaving. As a result, she chooses to leave without any. Therefore, she was devastated when she was sitting at the bus stop and it started to rain. Miss Minnie, like others, has watched weather reports become more advanced over the years and assumed that the radars would be able to indicate rain hourly. Therefore, when the weatherman said there was sunny skies with a slight chance of rain, she believed him and wore her best.

It’s week 4, you’ve survived a whole month and you’re halfway done! I’m quite excited to see you in all your Airmen’s attire, especially the all weather coat. I’ve always found those rather spiffy, shush your face. Also your girl has lost 16ibs in 4 weeks. No I’m not dying, chill. I’m healthy as a horse so you can simmer down worrywart.

This is how she threatens me most times. You know what it is for someone who seems to be in charge to be threatening one like this. You should know how one supposed to feel when ones hard work is being threatened. Alisha, I am not saying this to weep up sympathy. I know my stuff. I am not boasting. I would please like you to check my past records in school, feedbacks from both my practicums and my preceptor before her. I believe the school should have these records. This is a wanton display of man’s inhumanity to her fellow human being. It was issues like this that made me to ask her one day if she was going to fail me, as the threats keep coming unabated and without any cause. I will not be far from the truth to think that my preceptor is

I finally arrived to the student residence at 12:15 p.m. I walked six kilometers in almost an hour and a half with my new shoes filled with water, frizzing and soaked. “How can a great night turn into a such a nightmare?” I said to myself. I was so mad all throughout my way to the

On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.

I had begun to wonder why I had taken this job. Lugging computers back and forth, running between buildings, with hardly a break in the day left little to be desired. The fact that the sun bore down on my head hotter than an unhappy boss helped little on my tracks back and forth from job site to job site. The wind seemed hesitant, shuttering hardly more than a teasing breeze that moved nothing more than discarded food wrappers, and weather beaten business documents long lost from the suitcase they once called home. The only temporary relief was given by a saturation of the western sky with a promising, graying storm.

My mission was successful. They had no idea that I stole my stuff back. I will go back tomorrow, after buying food and calling my friend, and explain why I did that and try to explain my customs to them. Anyway, right now I am in the middle of a large square that have lights that are like the sun if you stare at them they are so bright. I hear the normal crowd noise that comes from a lot of people just talking, a steady roar. I taste freedom, pure and utter freedom from the shackles of my host family. In less than a month, I will be out of this country and back in good old’ USA. I smell the sweet aroma of the local food and candy shops.