Personal Narrative Essay: Samantha's Home

On Monday 6/29/2015 Sgt. Alexander and I was dispatched to the Hostess House located at 6741 Highway 70 in reference to 2 subject, Mr. Burnette and Mr. Jacobs that were renting room 251 and had outstanding warrants.

The winter formal was approaching fast like dark clouds before the rain hits. Frustrated, I slammed the phone down on the phone receiver. Looks like my make-shift girlfriend couldn't go to the dance because her dad said I just wanted to score. To make sure we had no off-campus interactions, he was going to make her go to family night at Shakey's Pizza that day.

I saw several examples of nonverbal behavior; pulling out your Bible, and sitting and listening to the preacher. Having your Bible represents shows that you are their to learn. Listening to the preacher while sitting down shows respect and that you want to be learning about God.

When I arrived DD was home and her behavioral specilist was at the house. DD started cooking dinner. DD cooked hamburger helper, peas, carrots, and corn. DD's roommate did not eat, DD was upset when only herself and one other roommate ate. DD became vocal about how no one wanted to eat her food and how she worked hard to cook the food. DD and I went to dollar tree and to her coach's house. While in the coach's house I asked DD for her coach's number and DD did not know or have his number on her. When we arrived DD would not go knock on the to the door. After I told her to go knock on the door. Finally the coach came out. DD barely spoke to him. DD and I went with her roommates in the Wintergreen house. While at the wintergreen house DD spoke

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

Things changed quickly in Ashley Brawley's house when she smelled smoke while she was blow drying her hair, but the burning smell wasn't coming from the bathroom she was in, and it didn't have anything to do with her hair.

It was a cold pretty windy night in Forest City. I was in 7th grade and I was staying at my best friend at the time Haley’s house. She also had Daelynn over but we won't really as good as friends. I remember the exact time when we thought of this amazing idea. It was 11:56 at night and daelynn has been smoking weed for awhile and she thought she needed some so she asked us. “Why don’t we call Jordan and ask him and Andrew if we could buy some weed from them.” Now at this point I was ready. I was preparing myself to do this crazy thing that we were about to do. Haley and I agreed to it and so she called Jordan over with his best friend Andrew. By this time it was about 12:08. They said they would but we would have to meet them at the courthouse

Half way through my sophomore year, I got my driver’s license. Every teenager looks forward to when they can go driving around town. I turned sixteen on February sixth in two-thousand fourteen. Teenagers can get a little rebellious on the roads. On April twenty-third of the same year, I learned that it isn’t good to be rebellious.

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

learned his real name, and why he wanted to join our Young Sabbath Keepers studies, after a brief praise and thanksgiving to Jehovah at our Liberty Lane address, we all departed with a joy unknown to our young souls. As I was on my way to take Sarah and Mary home, I thought I saw that same car that sped off from the rally following us. Then it turned a few blocks from Sarah’s house. I did not say anything to Sarah or to Mary, but in my heart I said a quick prayer and dismissed it from my thoughts, After Mary went inside their house, Sarah and I sat in the car for a while.

Out the window and down the fire escape, twenty floors was nothing at this point, and considering police would have to get here and go all the way up to the top, I was in the clear. As I slide down the ladder to the ground, I heard the sirens pulling up in the front, perfect timing, I walked out the alley, taking off my hoodie and slowly joining the crowd forming behind the cop cars. “The best place to hide is in plain sight,” something grandpa told me that I'll never forget, though considering I was a college student with a backpack in New York, blending in was a given. Making my way to the side of the crowd, trying to catch a word of what the officers were saying. “Suspect, average height, weight, witness says all they saw was a shadow going out the window.

“Touch your toes, and touch the ceiling. Now sit down and play it right!” My piano teacher has me do this almost every week, and though the process brings me close to tears it has been known to work. Walking into Ms. Ladonna’s house is like walking into an all lavender Bath and Body Works. I have been taking piano from Ms. Ladonna for ten years and I still have to adjust to the overwhelming scent of lavender hand sanitizer. Ms. Ladonna sits on the left side of the piano in a brown wicker chair with a tall back, and I know it’s impossible but it seems like she’s been using the same blue pen to write my notes for years. Her glasses sit delicately on the edge of her nose and are connected to a silver chain that she wears around her pale neck. She is as full of joy as she is stories and she always has a lesson or a testimony to share. Sometimes I forget I’m even sitting at a piano when she begins to rattle off prayer requests or talks about worship. My family thinks I just go in and she

“Hello!” Wilt shouted into the back door of Alex’s house. No response. Wilt let himself assuming that Alex and Mother Lincoln were in another room. “Hello!” Still no response. He walked to the front of the house. There was were Alex was! Just standing on the sidewalk talking to… the police. Wilt stood in awe staring at the window, but a little too long. One of the officers spotted Wilt out of the corner of his eye. He grabbed his partner, and they both reached down to their holsters a pulled their guns out.

Sarah and her family want to go to New York for the long weekend. They want to buy tickets when they arrive at the airport. Sarah knows that the least she can buy one ticket for one way is $70. She is one of the four members in the family. She also is staying at a hotel that is at least $100 per night. They are planning to stay for four days and then return to Boston. How much money should Sarah and her family bring?

For my internship, I had the opportunity to intern at the YWCA of San Diego in the program Becky’s House. It is a program specifically for women and children escaping domestic violence. Out of three interns, I was the only fortunate one selected to work in the domestic violence shelter as well as the transitional housing program. It was a drastic change from day to day working in both settings.