Personal Narrative Essay: Natrona County's Greatest Mistakes

We met out at the car. Bruce Jenkins, a St George attorney and the dad of our teammate, Jamie, was the driverwaiting outside that night. to drive us home. We loaded up, stopped off at wWendy 's to all have a quick dinner and then we getot on the road backfreeway to St. George. It was sprinkling rain a little bit, but not too much. It had lightly snowed the night before so temperatures were cold and dropping fast. We try to leave quickly after practice so it doesn’t get much later than it already has to be traveling the 45 miles back home. Jamie sat next to her dad, in the front seat. and Tthe 3 of us sat in the back of a white suzuki jeep blazer , with Keesha and Jodi sharing a seatbelt in the middle as we were

Nebraska game. The Gophers have not beaten the Huskers in 65 years, they have only met about 15 times though. Coach Kill had just suffered from a seizure and had to coach from the coaches’ box so that if it happened again, it would not cause a distraction I didn’t think a lot of it then but he was risking a lot coaching the game he loved. When I got into the stadium, I found the score fourteen to nothing and the Huskers were up. I did not figure the Gophers would come back from an early lead by the Huskers, but I was wrong. The Gophers rallied. Something in that stadium changed. Their student section erupted, people rose their white towels that said, “Epilepsy Research”, on it and waved them around to form a white sea. The Gophers came back to win it even after watching their coach suffer from a seizure the week before. The Gopher fans rush the field after the exciting and well needed

My whole life I felt love, but never like the love I experienced three years when I walked in the Lawrence County Developmental Center. The LCDC is the special needs program for the student of East Lawrence and I was chosen to be an aide my sophomore year. Most of the kids could not speak, if they could speak they still had problems communicating. I felt like I had walked into a totally different world, and that made me want to spend every free moment in the LCDC. My three years with those kids taught me the most incredible lesson: your life is what you make it.

It was a beautiful day in early winter 2012, my Family had had a big dinner at my uncle's house, the plan was to go a Blazers game after we had all gotten done eating. I had moved to Tigard oregon with my Mom in summer of 2012 from Connecticut, about six months before all of this had happened. We had no idea where anything was, the only thing we had someone what of idea was my uncle's house and the grocery store, but beyond that we were basically lost all the time. At this time we didn't have a car yet, so relied mostly on my uncle taking us places.

Unfortunately, I would not be making it to your America history 102 class today, due to some unexpected family situation. Hopefully by next week class I will be somewhat caught up. Also, I recently had a situation with my midterm essay, I spend almost two to three hours typing the essay at Kalamazoo Valley Community College (TTC) in the computer center and when I was about to be finished, I assumed I saved the paper so I exit it out and after my wellness class I had gone back to the computer center and I had noticed my midterm essay was not in my document folder. There was nothing I and the computer staff can do, so now I am currently typing a whole knew midterm essay, and since I have a horrible memory I am not sure what I wrote about the

It was a polluted, blazing hot morning and I felt like I had just been working out for the whole night. As I got ready to go to school, putting on my pollution mask, and taking my bike out, I was concerned not about the teachers and getting lost, but about fitting in. This wasn’t perfect Canada anymore, this was chaos filled, contaminated, messed up China! Everyone was so different from the people in Canada, they spoke quite rudely, they wore shaggy cloth, and their shelter was very traditional compared to the ‘modern style houses’ in Canada. You could say that my school was a giant playground with a playground mansion and an additional indoor playground. As I entered the humid environment of the Mansion, strange figures zoomed around

He was walking onto the campus of his future college for the first time. “This is a place I can go. This is a place that I will enjoy.” He walked around with the name of the college echoing in his mind. “Case Western Reserve University. Case Western Reserve University.”

A toast to a place above all the rest, this place though odd has captured my heart. I know this isn’t a conventional Burns supper toast, or even a real toast at all. But as I was thinking about which toast I wanted to give; I realized that there was only one place that I wanted to talk about. So firstly, I would like to ask you guys have you ever been to a place that makes you feel happy. A place that even at the mention of its name, you can’t help but think of happy memories you had there. The place that does that for me is the Black Hills of South Dakota. I spent my summer working at a campground in the heart of the Black Hills. So here’s a toast to the Black Hills and all of its natural beauty.

It was a Saturday morning but it was no regular Saturday morning, It was football Saturday morning my dad was driving me to my football game we got there and was freezing. It was 46 degrees Fahrenheit and we started to do warm-ups and 20 minutes later the refs called us over we put our helmets on the 50 and walked out to the middle of the field and we elect to differ. They get the ball and we kick off they drop the ball and they recover it. They are down right there they run a reverse and score a TD we get the ball and they motion me to the left side and ran a 27 pitch we score a TD “wooohooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Then we smash them on defense then we get the ball back Tate runs a 17 run and scores a TD “yaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Home of snookie , situation , and big time MTV shows. This is where I grew up. Is the Jersey shore really all parties and drinking? No. Tomsriver New Jersey is a wonderful town where many crazy and fun things happen. During the summer time it is a mess with people from all over the state and surrounding states passing through so they can go to Seaside ( the beach town 5 minutes from my house). During the summer Tomsriver becomes crowded and buzzing. Downtown becomes a hub for many events. Every Wedensday in a park downtown a famers market is held. At this market you can buy anything from food to cloths. This summer was espically crowed though. This is because of the mobile phone game called "Pokemon Go". Pokemon Go is a game where you travel

As an incoming freshman to high school, I didn’t know much about the world around me. All I knew was about what happened in Baldwin County. When I first walked into International studies I wasn’t sure what to be prepared for. When we picked our countries, mine was Brazil, for Model U.N. (United Nations), I was anxious about expanding my world view and learning about the world that I live in. Learning about Brazil opened up my mind to new experiences and culture I had previously never known about. Then came the presidential election that year. Our class watched everything involving the election, from interviews to debates, if it was on television we knew about it. Even though I couldn’t vote that year, it altered my perspective on what a president

It had been an unbelievable season so far, we were going into the championship game of junior league with only two losses. Of course, the only other team with a better record than us was the black team. We gave them their only loss on the second game of the regular season. Now, after defeating the better of the Mosinee teams in the semi finals, my dad, who was also the coach of our blue team, had stopped to watch the rest of the game between black and red.

Eric had not played throughout most of the season, due to his injury. With just a few minutes left to go in the fourth quarter, the Johnnies needed to get a touchdown to win the game. In this situation, it was very crucial to stop the opponent’s offense from scoring so the Johnnies would have a chance to score a touchdown. All of a sudden, my aunt and I looked up and saw that Eric had been put into the game. Instantly, I got chills from the mixture of

Nick and I were sad, but it was OK because we were still winning by 7 points. We had to stay focused even when we were in a bad situation. When they had to kick off we were ready, Nick was up a little and I was back far. I could tell that they were going to kick it short, so I moved up but let Nick return this time. so I blocked for him. That was a good choice by both of us because we ran it all the way back to the end zone. We also kicked it short but we kicked it away from the other team so they would struggle to get it. It worked, so they got less yards than they usually would. They were about 30 yards from the end zone. so Nick and I were happy. On the next play they passed the ball and Nick tipped it away. Next they passed, but made the catch a few yards from the end zone. So next they ran the ball to try to get the touchdown, and they did. Now the score was 21 to 14 us. The game was almost over and there were about 7 minutes left. So we were trying to score some last points to be completely sure we would be in the lead. When we were getting ready to receive the ball from them, they decided to kick the ball short again. So I yelled to Nick “Leave it”

The day was almost over, only having three more periods before I would ride the bus home and get ready for the fun night ahead. Since it was a nice day out, our gym class had gone outside to either walk on the track or play flag football. It was about half way through the period when coach Buehner came sprinting down mustang drive and yelled, “Mr. Dunham, the kids need to come back up to the school.” I was talking to my friend Chad while heading off the football field and we were wondering if there was an activity planned, or what other reason why we were heading back to school half way through the period. On the way walking up the steep, mustang drive I passed Nick, one of my