Personal Experience : Personal Narrative

I heard a bag thrown down next me with a thud of books and material against each other, then the cheap plastic chair beside me being dragged back. I looked over to the normally empty chair just as the new kid sat down in it and let his who body go limp in it as if he'd just hiked up a mountain and had finally gotten to sit down. Surely he was mistaken. The cute popular girls with the crop tops and the matte red lipstick were two rows in front of me. I

On 09/15/2016, I, Chad Agnew, was working as a patrol officer for the Wichita State University Police Department, in Wichita, Sedgwick County, Kansas. At approxiametely 1412 hours I was in a meeting with Cpt. Herl in his office when I heard Officer Faison ask for another officer to his location on the radio. I got up and left Cpt. Herl's office and started running out to a patrol vehicle. I ran to vehicle 11 and got in the driver side. Officer Albert got in the front passenger side. I drove us to the physical plant where I saw Officer Faison talking to an elderly male outside of a vehicle. I exited the patrol vehicle and activated the dashcam. The male that Faison was speaking with was later identified as John Smarsh. He was very antimated and upset that he was involved in an accident. I noticed Sgt. Moyer and Officer Tener were backing up Officer Faison and it seemed to upset Smarsh more that so

It almost seems as though it were yesterday when I would shut off the lights, slam the door, ferociously hop on my bed, and read my favorite book until my eyelids simply couldn't handle their own weight. Of course my parents would make a routine check in my room to tell me goodnight so I had to read with great caution, for if my mom were to catch me reading after bedtime, there would certainly be consequences. Though through my little and inexperienced mind, I believed this risk was well worth it, because this turned out to be the first chapter book I had enjoyed from beginning to end: Among the Hidden.

Tears’ streaming down my sweat drenched face like Niagara Falls, numbed by the pain of a million knives stabbing into the upper back part of my leg, I had discovered I pulled my hamstring. “Lower limbs [being] accounted for 50% of all sports injuries”(Dhillion) it didn’t come as a surprise to the trainer. Unable to move, I was shocked by the pain and situation I had just been put in. My entire wrestling career flashed before my eyes as I took a big gulp and climbed on my teammates back to head to the trainers office. This all happened three days before my district wrestling tournament. I was seeded second, expected to win against my opponent, until the odds weren’t in my favor anymore. I could hear my coaches’ voice moments before I got

ve been walking for what seemed like days, but has only been hours my group was slaughtered my best friend and brother both are gone. There was noises in the woods around me but i didn't care that was till I was surrounded.

It was the “Summer of 2015” , actually the last day of summer for the Milton community and I was not excited, and when I say not excited I mean not excited. Mostly because It was my first year of sixth grade, I just wish I could go back to recess and getting snack time and all of that. Even though I don’t want to go I have my friends Vicky, Alexandra , Andrew and CJ to help me get through these years of middle school. Oh did I forget to introduce myself , I’m John Collins an average sixth grader just going to try to get through middle school. The next day was the first day of school and I was as nervous as ever but I got to see my friends so in the end it worked out. “Hey what’s up bro?” CJ said. “Hey how have you been?” I said to CJ with a worried but also happy face. “Good, how about you?” said CJ with an excited face. “I guess i’m ok i’m just worried I won’t make it through sixth grade!” I said. “ Me, Vicky, Andrew and Alexandra are here for you don’t you worry one bit!” CJ said with a smile. “Thanks I really appreciate it” I smiled back at him! We walked into school with everyone rushing to get to their first class, people were staring at me as I walked to my class but I didn’t care because I knew I didn’t do anything wrong so I kept on walking, but literally everyone was staring at me and of course Cj was on his phone. The first day was just a normal first day for everybody, I guess it was a normal day for me ,except for everyone staring at me for no reason but I didn’t care. At the end of the day I saw Vicky, Andrew and Alexandra walking home together but I didn’t want to bother so I walked alone, I saw no sight of Cj probably because he ditched classes to go home again like last year in fifth grade. I got home and went on my computer on to instagram

“What did she do this time?”, I asked myself, as I opened the door to the downturned face of our caseworker. I remember letting her inside angrily and returning to the task I had been attending to before I heard the knock at the door. I continued the search for diaper wipes, which I needed to change my brother’s diaper. As I did this, I thought about how I always seemed to be cleaning up my mother’s crap. My caseworker gave me the details that her presence alone had already given me. We were being removed from the home.

My heart began to beat a little faster as the sound of the plane engine rumbled throughout the cabin. The day I’d fantasized about for weeks had finally arrived. I was aboard a plane headed to Orlando for one of the biggest cheer completions in the U.S. As we taxied down the runway and my stomach tightened. Was it excitement, anxiety, or nerves? I wasn’t sure, but I embraced it all with a smile.

As my two-week camping trip in Cherokee, North Carolina, came to an end, I had mixed emotions about summer vacation ending. My party of six, made up of my parents, two younger brothers and a close friend, packed up the cars; and I was still somehow excited to go home. I missed the little comforts and convenience of a real home, and my dog who I left in the care of my grandmother. But I would miss so much about the campsite I called home for some time.

I turn the shiny metal handle on the door that leads to Sally’s dorm room. I open the heavy mahogany door, and start to nervously whisper, “Hey, Sal? Are you okay because I… ” then I see it. I stop moving. I see her hands covered in crimson. I see the rip in her jeans. I see the scissors lying on the floor next to her. I feel sick.

“There is evidence of a wide range of information literacy focused programs in public libraries worldwide” (Harding, p. 157). Indeed, libraries across the United States are finding ways to provide their communities with the necessary information literacy programs. Harding (2008) points out that these library programs are “providing information literacy support”, and “they have the opportunity to foster the lifelong learning of their communities” (p. 157). The public library has great strengths when it comes to providing information literacy programming. Public libraries have been considered the place to go for continuing education for an extremely long time. Public libraries reach a large range of people on a daily basis. Harding (2008) points out that the library “has a wide diversity of clientele and the potential to reach all sections of the community from children to older adults, and across minority groups and educational and professional levels.” (p. 159) For many children, a public library is their first experience with learning in a group environment. Oftentimes, community members are loyal to one library and this allows librarians to foster long lasting relationships with them. Harding (2008) also suggests that “public libraries have the opportunity to provide one on one instruction during client-librarian interactions such as reference interviews” (p. 160).This one on one instruction is another way

Sean was currently on a plane, flying back to his dorm room from his trip to Canada. After hearing the announcement go off about almost arriving to his destination, he sighed in relief, wanting to get off of this crowded plane. 2 hours had passed and Sean was now in his dorm room, unpacking. He got a voice message from his friend, Lisa, his childhood friend.

My family and I just arrived at Dunroamin Park in Caledonia, Minnesota. We attend our annual family reunion campout here every year. My siblings and I went straight to the pool after we finished setting up the camper. I was playing in the pool with a bunch of my cousins and having a good time when my older brother tapped me on the shoulder.

The engines roared fiercely and our seats were pulled back forcefully. I glanced through the window and watched the wheels slowly take off, we were on our way to paradise.

October 31st,2015-Two years ago i was trick or treating with my friends.We had just come back from my freinds house at about 7pm,his parents were drunk and said we could stay out as long as we wanted.