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

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

As I look back on my prepubescent years, I remember failing a difficult math test in the fourth grade. I was extremely disheartened. It was one of the hardest tests of the year, but I was determined to pass with flying colors. I had put my utmost effort into solving each of the problems, and I had even studied for days in advance.

The darkness consumed my cousin, but not completely. A part of me did not want to believe that she committed a mass murder and maybe, just maybe it was someone else. But the proof that the police needed was all there. We weren’t that close but it pained me to know that someone who i thought to be as a kind and caring person could kill people.

In my life, the bar of standard has always been set exceptionally high. With a high-achieving sister, I knew that I needed to strive for greatness. Things that came to her easily, such as math, always seemed harder for me to obtain. Being quiet a child and more introverted than other kids, I was always in the background. To

Ever since I was little, starting in first or second grade, I was classified as something other than average. A “special” teacher came and took me from my classes once a week, along with some other kids, and here we learned different lessons than we did in normal class. They called this the “gifted” class. These lessons always seemed to be harder than the normal ones, but I liked the challenge. Normal class was always boring to me. Up until middle school, those gifted lessons were the only challenges I had ever faced academically, and even then they weren't much of a challenge. I entered middle school with a sense that I knew everything the teachers would tell me, that I was smarter than everyone else, just because

I was so ecstatic that I called everyone in my family to tell them that I actually got a D1 college looking at my records and that they stated that they are actually interested in me. Approximately two weeks had passed and it was time for me to take my first ACT, I was so nervous on the day of the ACT because I hadn’t taken it before and I knew that one of the requirements for MSU were that I had a minimum score of 18. I had no clue what I was going to score but the only thing I could do was pray the night before and have faith in myself. The big day was finally here and as I sat in the room waiting for the proctor to say begin my stomach had butterflies and a very jittery feeling. With only three minutes and twelve seconds left to spare on the last section of the test I chose to do what my English III teacher, Mrs. Triggs, at the time told me to do and that was to reexamine my test. Later that day I went home because I was so mentally exhausted I immediately went to sleep, I woke from my nap and I started crying because if I didn’t make an eighteen or higher I don’t think I would’ve retaken the

In sixth grade, a teacher recognized me as a student who had the potential for academic excellence and I would have the opportunity to enroll in Academically and Intellectually Gifted classes. This felt exciting to me because I wanted to learn and experience everything I could. Unfortunately, the AIG program at my middle school ended quite abruptly after being told this. I continued through middle school feeling unchallenged and uninspired. However, I was able to excel and maintain an “A” average and participate in community services both at the school and Thrift Shop throughout my middle school career. In eighth grade, when I got my registration form for classes at Northwood and saw the abundance of subjects with differing levels of rigor I was ecstatic to start high school. I felt this could be the challenge I desired.

It all began in my freshman year of high school. I took my first math class which was basic algebra. I struggled with it immensely, as I received a failing grade on every single test. I couldn't believe my failure as it was my first math class. Previously in middle school I had great grades and I never failed a class before. This situation lowered my self esteem yet I promised myself that I would be persistent and keep working harder. As time passed, I wanted to pursue an Allied Health degree but when I took my placement test for community college I placed into pre algebra course. I was nervous because I wasn't proficient in math, although I passed the class with a C. Then, I was required to take intermediate Algebra and I was informed that

A few years ago cheerleading was a huge part of my life. I was on two competitive teams that worked hard three days a week to perfect our routines. When we were not practicing we were encouraged to attend open gyms which were aimed at practicing our tumbling skills. I attended the open gym being held one day not knowing that it would be my last. As I landed a one handed cartwheel my knee was twisted so drastically that I heard a loud pop that followed up with intense pain. After icing it and resting for a few days, I started to interpret my pain as being more serious due to the fact that it was giving out on me while doing daily tasks. I also had two close friends that had torn ligaments in their knees that needed repaired with surgery, so

Walking into eighth grade math class everyday made my heart stop. Nothing was clicking for me, I couldn’t grasp what was going on. Numbers were flying around in my brain, while everyone else understood what was being taught. I was frustrated and embarrassed that I couldn’t solve the problems that had been put on the board and would pray my teacher didn’t call on me to solve them. I didn’t understand what I could be doing wrong,

Sometimes, it seems that other students effortlessly understand everything that's put in front of them. That's not the case for me. I try extra hard at everything and try to avoid thinking my obstacles are greater than other students’. I always strive to make sure that I am doing what’s needed to offset my academic weaknesses. I seek help from my teachers and tutors, always spending the extra time needed to perfect my homework. Fortunately, my passion for reading, writing and verbal communications has paid off. While math and science are very hard for me, I’ve been able to build on my interests and do well in English and history.

“We’re better off without him.” When I overheard those words emanating from my parent's mouth, everything I thought that I had known about my relationship with them vanished in an instant. The anxiety resulting from the multiple competitions they had put me in was now worse than ever; I was going to run away to Stonetown. One day while in the city I saw a poster that called my attention. It contained information regarding a test for gifted children and I decided to give it a shot.

I was bruised, bitten, and banged up, and I loved it. The weekend had completely made my summer and filled in a part of my personality that I never knew existed. My king salmon fishing trip taught me perseverance, trust, tolerance, and that it is not always the trophy, but instead the journey you take along the way.

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and