Personal Narrative: Double Check

When I was extended seven feet above the ground, I knew we had succeeded. My two bases were in front of me and my backspot was behind me. I heard the familiar counts of my backspot “one, two, three, four”, I bounced and pushed myself up into my bases waiting hands, “five, six, seven, eight”, I straightened as my bases lifted me up to chest level. I locked my knees and stayed tight. I put on a smile and looked ahead. I felt my backspot release her hold on my ankles. I heard her voice once again, “extension, one, two, three, four”, I brought my hands down to my sides and focused on staying tight as I slowly rose, “five, six, seven, eight. I was all the way up. Then a few moments later I heard the counts as they brought me to chest level then back down to the ground. We had done it, we had hit the stunt and did an extension.

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

If you have never taught a little one to drive a four wheeler, then you better be in for a major headache. Teaching my little brother to drive a four wheeler will always be the day that I will remember. It was somewhat funny, but you have to feel sorry for the little rascal. Whenever the call came to teach my little brother to drive a four wheeler, I was the unlucky one to answer.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

I took my seat after the bell had rung waiting for my teachers instruction. Today was the day I dreaded the most, grade check’s. My teacher called us up to her desk one by one, it felt like I was being called to the judge's bench. The room was dim; the only light came from tall white lamps in each corner of the room. I could hear each person breathing heavy, there were only ten of us. I picked up my head and looked around the room. Everyone sat twiddling their thumbs waiting their turn anxiously. A girl at the end of the table had her head resting in her hands while breathing deeply. The teacher called her name, and I felt my stomach turn upside down; I was scared for her. As her grades were read aloud tears rolled down her face. She returned to her seat defeated. Her sister sat right next to her shaking her head in disappointment. Her sister began to scold her in front of the class telling her how

My career was finally looking up, I was working as a senior accountant with multiple multi-million accounts, full-cycle, I finally finished my Bachelor’s degree. I even purchased my first home and bought a new car! Then, it happened, I found out I was going to be a mom. I was excited, and terrified at the same time, I even took parenting classes! I had no idea how to do the formula thing and diapers? Yeah… ok.

I do not believe in much aside from a few simple morals such as knowing right from wrong. There are no moments in my childhood worth mentioning and those that are I prefer to keep to myself. However what I can and choose to share are common experiences faced by many and that I too have experienced such as bullying, the divorce of two parents, having to constantly move from place to place, and always starting school as the new kid. Yet through all of it such experiences had no effect on shaping who I am today aside from a newly found sense of independence. Growing up I never cared nor did I worry about what I believed in because it didn’t matter at least not until somewhat recently.

“Now don’t worry. This won’t be on your permanent record or anything, we just needed to address it. Oh, but you won’t be getting any credit for the assignment,” the science supervisor said.

By the time I knew what I was getting myself into, it was already too late.

I turn my alarm off for the sixth time before I finally glance at the clock. It's 5:45 A.M. I overslept. I rush to shower, get dressed, and brush my teeth. Then expertly apply concealer in an effort to hide the bags under my eyes. There's not enough time left for me to eat breakfast or blow dry my hair so I grab a to-go shake -the same as yesterday- and throw my hair into a bun. It's 6:30 and I'm standing at the foot of my driveway using my phone as a flashlight since the moon can't light my path because it's hidden behind the clouds. Eventually the bus pulls up and I sit through the same tired silence as the week before.

Hey guys! I know I haven’t written for a while, and I don’t think I’ll be back very often to continue to write unless someone decides to buy me an $800 computer for Christmas… (hint, hint) Yeah… Not going to happen. I only had two or three people reading this story originally, but this is a remake of my first fanfiction, called “Double Trouble for TK.” I’ll probably have it shortened to just “Double Trouble” by the time I’ve finally reuploaded my re-written chapter one. I won’t be writing it all at once, so I won’t be able to spit out a chapter every day like I could the first time, but at the same time, I think that even if I could, I wouldn’t. Maybe I’ll get a few more views with this hopefully better re-write. So for anyone who saw this story the first time, or who hasn’t even heard of me (more likely…), I hope you enjoy my first and best fanfiction ever, re-written to be a little more capturing and accurate.

Now that I know what areas I lack in I know what I need to change and have made plans to change them.Along with there not being enough funds to purchase my medicine I was hesitant to take the medication.I thought I would be able to do this semester and beyond on my own.I was wrong and realized I overwhelmed myself.I plan on taking classes in the afternoon so I can go to tutoring first.I realize now by the time I'm off the bus it would be 4 or 5 o'clock .By the time I got to my room I was exhausted.No homework or studying had been done much less eating.As a result I'd be half asleep studying .My tired state allowed for very little actual learning on my part.Half way through the semester I became very depressed.It was hard for me to get out

Goff Cody Goff Mr. Wilson English 1104 08 September 2016 The Ride of a Lifetime Driving always intrigued me when I was young. I can still remember smiling from ear to ear when I heard the sound of my dad’s truck roaring as it started up and watching how he shifted smoothly through the gears. Every time we hopped in the truck I would beg him to let me drive, and every time he would smile and say I wasn’t big enough yet. I never believed I wasn’t allowed to drive because I wasn’t big enough. My dad’s old Chevrolet was his prized possession. He would spend hours washing it, shining the tires, and working on it. I didn’t think I would ever see the day that he would consider me to be big enough to drive it. The first time he let me drive was a warm sunny day in August; the day after my thirteenth birthday. I was so excited as I ran around to the driver’s side door, but as soon as I sat down in the seat I could feel my hands start to shake and my began to get weak. Despite being nervous and excited, I reached right for the key and turned it, but nothing happened. I tried again, and still nothing. Puzzled, I looked over at my dad. He raised one eyebrow and looked down at the pedals. Of course, I forgot about the clutch! I had seem him press down on it and turn the key hundreds of times. I did exactly as I remembered him doing and the Chevy came to life. I was practically bouncing in my seat. I let off the clutch completely and stomped the gas. The truck jumped forward, jerked, stopped, jumped again, and then shut off. I tried this three more

Growing up on the family farm, riding with Dad or Grandpa in the combine, tractors, and trucks was my brothers’ and my favorite thing to do. The only thing that could get better is if we could operate the equipment just like them. When I was twelve years old I was given the job of stalk chopping a farm that was far away from home, all went well, until one weekend an accident occurred.

One of my all time favorite things to do is to ride the ATV. I first started riding the ATV when I was 6 months old with my Grandpa. I started to drive when I was 4 years old with my Grandpa. Then I started driving by myself when I was ten years old. Going on an ATV trip means spending time with my family and enjoying the sights in the mountains. On my last ATV trip I had a blast. It had rained so much that there was mud puddles everywhere. During a day trip ride with my Mom, Uncle John and Aunt Carmen we came across multiple puddles of mud. My Uncle John, Aunt Carmen and I drove our ATVs thru the mud puddles and got very dirty. My Mom totally avoided the mud puddles and we were all laughing at her! The last ride of that trip my Uncle John and I went on a night ride. My Mom made me promise to not drive thru the mud puddles. {I so didn’t listen!} Uncle John and I drove thru the biggest mud puddle ever. We were completely covered in mud. My Mom was very mad at me and said she didn’t want to hear any complaining if I got sick. Guess who got sick? My Mom who got a double ear infection and I didn’t even get a sniffle.