Personal Narrative Essay : My First Treasure Hunts

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

Back in middle school around the 6th grade I was a bitter person. Having been hurt from past and present situations I was not keen on forming relationships with other people. I always kept to myself, never causing any trouble and sure to keep far from it by turning the other cheek. Then one day the student occupying the seat beside me mistakenly took my school pack believing it to be his own. I had only become aware of the mistake after he had begun leaving out the classroom’s door. Before he was able to reach the schools exit i managed to catch up to him; informing him of the mistake he made. With that brief encounter a small friendship began. Everyday afterwards the same student would spark a conversation with me before classes began. He

My literary journey is not an exciting one, there are no major twists, turns or even bumps in the road. I had no major obstacles to overcome in learning how to read or write. But in a way this journey is a metaphor for so many other things in my life, you will learn in the coming pages of my short attention span, failure to stay motivated and my struggles to remain enthused to learn.

The artifact represents personal objects and meaningful moments, person influence on our own life. This is one of the assignment in our program to share our artifacts toward our colleagues and professors. This will take in more about different culture, uniqueness, identity and values of our schoolmates and how they reflected in their life.

We were on our way to San Antonio, Texas a white minivan full of kids on their soccer uniforms ready to play on the hot summer of 2008. They had invited us to participate on a youth national tournament with soccer teams from all over the United States. At that time I was just 11 years old and didn’t knew that much about traveling, and most important without my parents. The minivan was full of kids with the enthusiasm of traveling to a new city with big buildings, famous places to visit and many attractions, where none of us had traveled before.

Then, Caylee’s parents had called her into talk. Caylee had already known it would be a no. “Your mother and I have decided that you can go live with Erin.”, her father had said. Caylee was more than happy. “Thank you guys so much!!”, Caylee had said happily. “Under some circumstances.”, Caylee’s mom cut her off. “You have to call everyday and visit 6 times a year.” “Yes! Yes! I promise!!”, Caylee had replied. Caylee had hugged her parents with a gleaming smile.

On March 4th, 2005 I sat in Mrs. Musser’s first grade class. I talked with my friend Olivia Thacker, like I did everyday. We talked about boys; how smelly they were and how we would never have boyfriends. We talked about our sisters who were also friends, and we talked about our parents. However, that year we mostly talked about my mother. Around 2:45, my sister, Lauren and I, would walk to the farthest end of the school. That end of the school was filled with the bigger kids and I was always scared to walk on that side. My sister who was in second grade at the time, always walked with me, so I had some protection. Anyways, we walked out the doors to the student car-rider pick up line. My grandmother on my father's side always picked us up

I have been continuing with the word scavenger hunt and it appears to be successful with the clients. Each week I have been finding more and more of them joining in. Even the ones that wish not to participate at first will join in once it starts. The secret sentences get slightly longer each week to accommodate the growing number of participants. I usually feel a slight anxiety before I start the game, wondering if it would be successful, but now after five tries, I have no doubt in its success.

“Boom! Shut your cheating ass up” said the lady next door waking me up out my sleep. I guess her man was cheating I thought ; I picked my phone up to look at the time and it was 10:40am a Friday in august. I went on twitter to see if Villa had posted any new updates about the scavenger hunt for the pirate black 350 Adidas Yeezys. Yeezys are some exclusive shoes made by Kanye West. The day before on Thursday they had the scavenger hunt for the Yeezys in Detroit. I missed the scavenger hunt all week I had been calling different Villas through the city to see if I could get some info about the scavenger hunt. Every store associate told me the same thing “Keep checking our Twitter and Instagram we will tell you on there” So I followed villa on instagram and signed up to get notifications so every time they would post something to their page it would come directly to my

I am beginning to wonder if my entire treacherous expedition into the heart of America has been in vain. I came in search of cities more mighty and impressive than Tenochtitlán, but all I have found are some simple farming villages.

Good morning, like Megan said I am Desirae Hertling. I am currently in my last month of high school at New Ulm Public and I plan to attend South Dakota State University next fall.

The first day of hunting season last year was around september 24 of 2015 .The day before my dad and me went to go put more corn out for deer after that we went target practicing.I was about 30 yards away from the fake deer target and i hit it right in the heart i was so excited.I happened to look over at the field that was next to us there was 3 doe’s and 1 buck i was like “Dangggg”..

“Hey boys! Let’s go pick up trash around the park!” During dog walks around our local park, my family and I had noticed an accumulating amount of trash scattered around the park, making it look like “No Man’s Land”. Cigarette butts littered the ground like bullet cartridges and broken bottles were strategically arranged like barbed wire. My dad thought we had a responsibility to help our neighborhood, so he drafted my brother and me to pick up trash, yet the responses he heard were not from patriotic soldiers but from ungrateful eighth graders:

I waked up and I looked to my left to see my parents were watching the sunrise on

During my childhood waking up early in the morning was one of my favorite things,especially during the summer.I remember waking up one morning to the sound of spongebob on my T.V..Almost as soon as I opened my eyes I immediately got out of bed and ran into the kitchen to find bacon on the table.I shoved two whole peices straight into my mouth and I swear that it was some of the best I have ever had.I sat down in my wooden chairto eat more off of the table.As I finished I remember looking ouside to a bright day.The suns rays hit the dew on the grass just right to make it glisten.