Personal Narrative Essay: The Porters

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

The egg hissed as it glided across the frying pan. The oozing whites grew opaque, fluffed up, and sizzled near the pan’s edge. Otherwise the house was surrounded with a disconcerting silence. I drummed my fingers impatiently on the kitchen counter. I glanced at the clock again. 9:00 Am. I sighed. Only an hour had passed since I rolled out of bed, and I was already struggling with this seemingly easy English assignment. Initially I had scoffed at the idea of becoming unplugged when it was introduced in class; I perceived it to be effortless. However, with 23 hours remaining I realized that abstaining from technology was far more challenging than I had anticipated.

I did not meet with Pt. , I was paged by Lisa Micciulla, front desk in the emergency room to please come to the ED concerning an "urgent" situation regarding this Pt. When I arrived in the ED registration area an MGH Security personnel stopped me to talk with Pt's daughter, Charlene McDonald. Pt's daughter explained she was not being allowed to see her father, who she understands was brought to MGH for surgery after a fall. Explained to Ms. McDonald, I was aware of Pt having a gaurdian, and that there was a court ordered visitation schedule between Ms. McDonald and Pt. She reported this was an extreme situation and she showed me text messages she had sent to Pt's guardian, Attorney Tine Hajjar. I advised I could not allow Ms. McDonald access to Pt. Based on the order from probate court. Ms. McDonald has visits with Pt on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday 11:00 a.m. -4:00 p.m.

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.

“I’m trying,” the Kidd snarled. “But this miserable bird wants to put his tail feathers in my face.”

It was a fine Sunday Morning. I was about to experience a fun day of baseball. It was a beautiful afternoon for a trip to the ballpark. I could hardly wait to get there to experience all of the fun things. I was with my brother and his girlfriend and my two nephews and me.I got there by car with my brother's girlfriend and me and my nephew. When we got there we went to the park there and played on the playground. Then we headed up to our seats which were all the way at the top ,one of the best seats in the house. I went down to the concession stand and my brother gave me $20 to buy three pops and a small pop for my nephews and me. The guys who comes to you and give you the ice cream and stuff. we got slushies

My Essay by Pamela Hines Well I really don’t know where to start so I’m just going to say it, at the age 16 I had to drop out of school to help my mom take care of my sister and brother by me being the oldest. That was one of the hardest thing that I ever had to do and the reason is because I didn’t want to go through with what my mom had to endure in her life 10 kids and not married. So journey begin. Leaving home every day going to be very important to me, it made me fell whole and that my problem would go away. So I get up every morning doing my work around the house. I hate that time of my life. Now it’s a year later and I am 17 and I meet this young man and we begin to date, which he was a very nice guy ,But my mom didn’t want me to date boys because of the situation that she is in.

This summer, I took a shopping trip to target for a late night snack attack. Before checking out at the cashier stand, I strolled through the one dollar spot. If there’s anything I’ve gained from my mother, it's to never ignore a good deal. It was mainly cheap plastic toys for kids but, yet something caught my eye. A Dr. Seuss section, filled with little metal lunch boxes, pencil pouches, sippy cups, and pencils. From Green eggs with ham to One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. I immediately started sifting through these goodies. Dr. Seuss had been the foundation to my reading journey. Reading all his books since I was six. For Dr. Seuss to fit into my epiphany moment, let me give you a brief but important background to me, Belinda Coronado.

I am a big, strong, mean, hungry wolf. I spend my days trying to find what I am going to eat or what homes I am going to pillage. Since I live in the woods, I use my surroundings and hide behind trees, bushes, and ditches. Sometimes I see humans, but mainly I see animals; deer and rabbits are my favorites. They are so innocent and think that they can just eat the plants, berries, grass and think nothing is watching and waiting. I say those are my favorites, but mainly because I don't see many humans walk through the woods, until one sunny and warm day.

One day my grandmother and I were at a bookstore, shopping for a friend’s birthday party. Then three new Warriors books that had just come out had caught my attention and I had wanted to read them for the longest time, I was 8 at the time so I was rather bankrupt besides a few quarters! So I asked my grandmother about ways to earn money, she suggested I could complete my chores or help out with the upcoming garage sale. It was a wonderful idea. my father and I agreed that anything I sold I was able to keep the money for. So first I pulled together a pile of aged toys and clothing and put them neatly in boxes. I had made up to twenty five dollars from the garage sale, but that still wasn’t enough so I thought, “I have a loose tooth I could

“Time becomes a stutter-the space between drumbeats, splintered into fragments, and endlessly long, as long as soaring guitar notes that melt into one another…I am wave: I am pulled into the everything” (Oliver, Lauren). Many will never forget the way they feel when they hear one of their favorite artist plays their favorite song, live. Concerts are truly amazing; whether you go by yourself, in the mosh pit, or just hanging on the outermost parts. I've been to 4 concerts since freshman year. My first concert was Bring Me the Horizon. That was the first time I really felt that rush in my body, everyone jumping around, singing their hearts out. This is when I realized concerts are where you let loose, people are rarely pay attention to each other but more so on the

Failure is inevitable in life, but due to this failure, we are able to grow as humans. My first major lesson from failure occurred during my sophomore year of high school. Still fresh into high school, I believed that my grades didn't matter and that life held no value beyond the days when events occurred. I disregarded my homework if I didn’t feel like doing it, didn't study for tests, and almost never contributed towards class discussions. But a singular day that year changed me, a day that I don’t plan on ever forgetting. I remember that day like a nightmare seared into my mind. It was the day I got my grades. The first thing that I saw was my grades, but this had no effect on me because my mother would constantly check and tell me them throughout the year. As my eyes

I step back from the bathroom mirror, and I grab my hair straightener to straighten the wavy hair that I got from my Dad. My hair is the colour of caramel and my eyes are deep brown just like my Dad’s. My broad shoulders, which I never liked, I also got from my dad. The amount of times people have told me I look like my Dad had little effect on me. My mom interrupts me while I straighten my hair.

Music is a really tricking thing, we often think about music as something that should be enjoyed or something to help us pass the time, case in point when I leave my earphones I feel like I have left a part of my soul at home and immediately assume I going to have a really bad day. It could be because when I have music with me helps me deal with my social anxiety or just because music is such instrumental part of how feel we day to day. Music often plays at role with memories we listen to certain songs and often think about certains moments in our lives.

“Got it!” I threw my bag in the back and hopped in the front seat of Ryan’s bright-green Jeep, and it moaned at me when I sat down. Ryan rolled her eyes and smiled. “Stupid Jeep,” She mumbled.