November 26th, 2004, and there is a sea of burnt orange everywhere at Darrell K
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
Cold and flu season was upon the nation and one December my kids, one after another, caught that season's cold, along with its lingering cough. After weeks of taking care of the kids, I inevitably, got the gift that kept on giving. A yucky cold. I should have known this
The most nerve-wracking ordeal for any singer is executing a solo. Performing in an ensemble can be stressful in its own way, but making an error in that setting is far less of a problem. If one vocalist sings slightly flat or enters at the wrong time, it is hardly noticeable and is typically covered up by the rest of the choir. However, this safety net does not exist for the solo singer. All of the pressure to sing with near perfection falls squarely on your shoulders.
"We have visual on Shepherd and LAMB leaving the house," Eli, the head director of this operation, and every other control worker in the headquarters was relayed the agent's message through their personal headsets. Eli peered intently at the giant, central screen in the center of the darkened headquarters, lit only by dim overhead lights and the electronic glow of tens of computer monitors and control boards. On the screen, Eli watched the live HD video relay a visual of a young girl take the first step out of a red brick house. Behind her, as expected, a snow, white lamb stepped out of the house as well. Eli took a gulp of his coffee, laced with an extra shot of espresso in special regards to the big day ahead of him, pressed the intercom
I was in 8th grade, but I walked out that high school gym with my shoulders back and head high like I was the big man on campus. My confidence went through the roof. In one day I had gone from extreme anger with my parents. Then I experienced terror as my parents drove me to the high school. Surprisingly this turned around to confidence and pure excitement for the years to come.
There was a small group of friends Jim, Mark, Tom, Mary, and Jane. They were all going on a vacation to a cabin up in the Himalayan Mountains. Marks parents owned a cabin up there for many years and they decided to let the group stay for the weekend. All they had to do was promise to not do drugs and break stuff. This wouldn’t be a big deal since all of them were in their senior year of college and were honors students.
Ada had married my grandfather David in a Melbourne suburban church in April 1934 aged twenty-one. By May 1935 she gave birth to their first child Hannah. Ada wrote the brief note above in November 1936 pregnant with her second child. The style and tone of this letter indicate Ada was at ease with her life talking of the warm weather, her fruitful garden, and good health. It gave little hint of the events that would occur in a few short weeks that radically changed our family’s life. This is a personal family narrative which traces Ada’s life and her absence from our family that had begun long before I was born. It maps my personal journey and the processes of discovery motivated by trying to understand what happened to Ada, why she did not live with my grandfather Pop and why we saw her so infrequently.
The gentle rays of the early morning sun were not the first things to wake Dr. John Watson. An alarm clock, placed strategically by the bedside, began to beep at approximately six am, waking the ex-army doctor. Now used to civilian life after only a few years, like any normal person, John slammed the snooze button and snuggled back into his warm bed once more. However, living in the same apartment building as the infamous Sherlock Holmes, sleep was a sacred privilege that needed to be honored by both parties’ in silence. But today was Mrs. Hudson’s birthday, so falling back asleep was not an option. Last night, both residents agreed to do something nice for their sweet old landlady by getting up early and making pancakes as a thank you for
I descended from the claustrophobic, poorly-lit stage, hands shaking, body following suit. I unequipped the instrument from around my neck, resting it on the stand beside me. I maneuvered through the sea of drunken 50-something regulars so that I might find my way to a seat. Another featured musician approached me to express his satisfaction with my performance. As per common courtesy, I extended my bloody, wet, blister-ridden paw to introduce myself properly and return the compliment. My family was visiting my extended family in Canada during New Year's, and I had never played for a crowd before. First blood being drawn, my fiendish addiction to live music faced its birth.
“We will now do a few simple stretching exercises designed to remove tension and stress to help you relax.” “This exercise.” Sly said. “Is something you must practice every day.” “Put your hands on the table close them and make a fist.” Squeeze as tight as you can.” “Now tighten every muscle in your body, stomach, arms, legs, everything as tight as you can.” “Hold it for a count of ten release the tension very slow, very very slow.” “Now do it five more times.”
This is my third day in Greece, it is 8:30 am. I had barely woken up in my hotel room since it was still morning I hurried out of the hotel to eat breakfast. With my bus ticket, I set off to a restaurant named Flavour Business Resto Cafe. I decided to order 2 egg eyes, three slices of bacon, rustic sausage, toast ham-cheese, pure orange juice, and coffee. All together my breakfast cost me $7. 50, once I received my breakfast, I sat at a nearby table and began to eat it. Just after I finished my breakfast, I went to the Museum of Cycladic Art, it was only about 10:30. I entered the museum with my admission pass that cost $7. 00. Immediately upon my entrance to the museum, I was amazed to find that the museum has a mix of ancient and modern art. Afterward, I learned that the museum contained a large
Over the years, I have grown up to a point in my life where I am almost considered, officially, an adult. Reaching this milestone in my life has given me sense of pride and also gives me more of a responsibility role progressing on, into, my future. In my past, I’ve been through many experiences that have changed my personality; some for better, others for worse. I like to think that all of my past events changed me for the better to help myself picture that being who I am is the best I can be. These changes that happened to me all result from one or multiple types of specific events that influenced me in some type of way. These events, the ones making impact on me, are typically some type of dilemma or overwhelming event that I carry significance
Quack! Quack! Quack! I groggily tossed the fuzzy comforter to the other side of the bed and reached for my alarm. I groaned as the muscles in my legs tightened from yesterday’s workout. My phone read 5:00 A.M., and my whole body screamed for more sleep. I laid back down,
Junior year, known for being the most strenuous academically, and full of the most changes: you get your drivers license, take the dreadful SAT and ACT, and the list goes on and on. I feel I grew up immensely through the course of those few months, not only on