Personal Narrative Essay: Sidewiped On South 1st Street

As the Frost Festival finally drew to a close, the excitement of the frost fae, both royal and non-royal, began to wane as the festivities and parties died down, and the frosty multicolored flags of the various frost fae Clans were taken down and folded neatly for storage until the next Festival. I’d been working as a Frost Guardian for over twelve hours protecting the princess of the Snowflake clan, and, even though I thought that I was going to be beyond exhausted and more than ready for bed, I still felt strangely wide awake and even a little buzzed with adrenaline, like I’d gotten energy from the remnants of the festivities that had happened around me and the fact that I was finally training in the real world as a Guardian.

One thing that does not interest me anymore is going outside. I used to always love going outside but not anymore that is like the top uninterested thing i'm into rite now. When i was a kid i loved going outside, after i got older i only go outside on the daily-bases now that i'm more mature.When i get in trouble my parents make me go outside for my punishment. Outside is just not interested to me

One day I had the biggest opportunity and even though everything came out alright at the end, it was crazy just to have that opportunity blown in the last couple of days.

When I first started thinking about college schools I never thought about going to MSU or Ole Miss. I wanted to go to the bigger universities, but I knew I wouldn’t do well if I went there my first year. My high school did not prepare me enough for University, and I hadn’t decided on a major either. I choose East Central Community College (ECCC) as the school I would go to for many reasons, and when I got here I knew I made the right choice.

During the week on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays I volunteer at pine meadow elementary. I get to spend some of my time with kindergarteners that range from an age 5-6. I leave Sartell high school at 10:05 ish by walking and get to pine meadow elementary around 10:25 the time I begin. When I walk in the front doors I go straight to the office and sign in on the sheet and on my time card while grabbing a number card to clip to my clothing. Right before I begin to walk to my designated classroom, I blow my nose and sanitize my hands just to be safe. It only takes about five minutes to walk from the main office to my classroom. I go straight to the locker Mrs. Drais gave me with a special magnet on it that says volunteer; I open it up and put my

Today we are leaving Concord New hampshire. We are very upset because we loved our visit. We were packing up to leave. We walked down to go eat some breakfast. I got toast. After breakfast we went up stairs to get are stuff to leave. When we hopped in the car we looked out the window of the car.

Going to Hood has been my dream for years, and my aunt, Marigny, inspired it. We were both living with my grandparents while she attending Hood College, and although I was too young for me to be able to remember which classes she was taking, her education was part of my daily life and shaped my worldview. I helped my aunt make flashcards, and we played games and quizzed each other with them to help her study. I watched her read and rewrite her notes and helped her pick the pens she used to color code them, and I remember feeling put-out when she drew the line at pink and yellow glitter pens. I sat on the floor with my aunt, a dictionary, and thesaurus while she proofread and rewrote her papers. Her ambition and hard work is what motivated me

Summer of 1994. New York City smelled no different than hot rat piss and looked accordingly. Fresh off my 15th birthday and wandering the Brooklyn streets with Hakeem, we followed the music wherever it played. Our community cherished music through constant airplay. Anyone with loud speakers, either in their car, apartment, or boombox, blared any of the anthems from the future greats. Whether it's Nas, Wu-Tang, Biggie, or Tribe, the list is blissfully endless. Hakeem’s brother, a well-connected music promoter, gave Hakeem two tickets to this secret show he was putting on for Ice Cube, who, despite being the first notable west coast rapper, carries a rage within him that the east coast entirely recognizes.

On June 18, 2016 at approximately 0656 hours I responded to 644 B Street in reference to property damage. Upon my arrival I was met by Dematria Yount and Gary Overturf. Overturf explained that he was woken up by his neighbor, Latoya White, due to someone cutting a tire on his vehicle.

Beaten, broken, and tattered still fighting for her life. She never realized how evil someone so close to her could be. Getting thrown into walls, spat in the face, yelled at every day, and getting told “she isn’t good enough,” she started to believe these awful words of scrutiny. She dealt with the pain and agony of the spiteful lyrics from this man for far too long. She was to the point of no return; the point of wanting to not be of this world any longer.

I perfectly recall being a bystander in the arrestment of a classmate during our lunch hour. A couple of cops walked through the entrance of the cafetorium with 200-300 students’ eyes on them, went towards the center—already with the person in mind—led him to the wall, and searched him. He was arrested for possession of marijuana, along with several other students with punishments to a lesser degree. One might assume that occurred in high school or during an outside event, but it all occurred in my elementary school; just as (most) mere 10 to 11-year-olds.

Growing up on Long Island I’ve had the pleasure of being able to go into New York City whenever I want. Since the age of thirteen I have been traveling into the city to see my best friend Emily who lives on the Upper East Side. For the past six years I have acquainted myself with the local shops, and areas, in which she lives. Two years ago the city announced its plan to create a subway on 73rd street and Second Avenue. The address for the new subway is conveniently located where my friend Emily lives and has greatly impacted her local community.

When people walk on the sidewalk, there are a group of people walking one way on the right side, and another group of people waking the other way on the left side. It is considered obnoxious or rude to walk against the flow of people on either side because you disrupt the current of people, and are much more likely to walk into the oncoming people. I decided to walk on the “wrong” side of the sidewalk on Saturday while walking to the football game. At first, there were not that many people, so it went unnoticed. But as I got closer and closer to the stadium, the more people began to walk on my side of the sidewalk. No one said anything, but muffled groans accompanied by mean glares were given.

I was heading home one night when all of a sudden I was sliding into the ditch before I could make the corrections to stay on the road. I ended up getting high-centered and unable to get out. I had to call my parents and have them come help me get unstuck. Sliding into the ditch helped me better understand that while driving I am not in control of everything.

As soon as the light turned red she crossed. She stepped down, off the curb and began walking at a rather fast pace across the street. Her talons striking lightly against the rough, and ancient, asphalt. She was surrounded on all sides by a sea of feathers, beaks, and talons, It was an extremely hot and torrid day even for July. But why precisely was this chicken crossing the road? This chicken was not crossing the road to get to the other side, no, she was crossing to freedom. Freedom from her abusive, and sadistic, husband. Her husband presumed she was peregrinating to work, as she did every day, when she was, in actuality, picking up her son Carl from preschool, and getting on the train to New York where she and Carl could board the next direct flight to Florida hopefully before her husband ascertained the truth; that she would never be coming home. In the event that her husband was watching from the apartment window, as he usually does, she would walk the same route she used to get to work, to get to Carl’ preschool, She walked to the end of Second street and turned left towards Carl’s preschool. Carl was overwhelmed with joy by her early