Personal Narrative Essay: Why It Wasn T School

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

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

Excuse me, but I don't understand why people are guilt tripped for not having a significant other. I've gotten genuine surprise from adults and peers alike when I say I don't have a boyfriend. Maybe they are shocked by my resolute spirit that will not be crushed by their belittling reactions. I feel the tang of a backhanded insult when people try to make me feel better when they nonchalantly say, "you'll find someone," in an optimistic

“Life is like a baseball game. When you think a fastball is coming, you gotta be ready to hit the curve.” -Unknown. Baseball is a game, one that is not timed, one that is not rushed either, but is only allowed twenty-seven outs. For some it means everything to them, for some the opposite. Even though it is just a game, the characteristics and necessities that come along with it, is what people don’t understand. Baseball can teach individuals, all ages, the tools they need to help themselves, schooling and their future. Within this comes the aspects of teamwork, self-confidence, and the importance of family.

I had been wishing for a little brother or sister for a long time and one day my parents gave me the news that I was going to have a little sister. I had never been so excited and I could not wait to be a big sister and have someone to look over. Months had passed and it was getting so close, I could barely wait, and I am sure my mom was more ready than ever.

"Hey McKenna, could you come here for a second?" Tuesday, the demo team leader, asked. "Yeah, sure. What is it?" I replied. I could tell something was wrong by the worried look on her face that replaced her usually bright smile. "Steven rolled his ankle, so he won't be able to do the demonstration, which means that you will have to do a break." Oh no, I thought. It's the day of the Mother's Day show, which the demo team has been practicing for for weeks. I didn't have a break ready, let alone one showy enough for an actual demonstration. "So I was thinking you could do a blindfolded spinning wheel kick, does that sound good?" Tuesday questioned. I just stared blankly at her at first. The few times I have done a blindfolded kick, I have missed

If you dedicate hard work and perseverance to anything you set your mind to, you can grab hold of your dream in triumph and success. This I believe

Sometimes, I think to myself, that one action can affect a single person, a small group of people, or a large group of people. My granddaughter walks up to me with a cup of coffee in one hand, and she has something else that I cannot identify in the other. As she hands me the coffee, I ask her, “What do you have in your hand there.” She hands me a couple of pictures; they are of an old friend and I. She asks me “Who is that man in that picture?” and, at that moment, it reminds me of how the actions that I had with that man have affected people in all the ways I can think about. I told her, “I think it is time for me to tell you about The Great War, who Sean was, and how he has affected my whole life.” I take a sip of my coffee and I begin to reminisce in the

It was an ideal day to do an inquiry for my social study project. And to face death. Not that the two have anything in common. When you hear the term “sudden death,” you don’t expect there to be an actual loss of life, but there was nothing ordinary about that day. It was the day that affected everyone’s life. It was September 10, 2018. It’s not natural when in one flash you are doing a typical class project and, in another flash, something clicks your brain. Bahm! You then start acting like detectives. Suddenly everything falls as you come to realize the truth.

Seth Reece is strange man. He has no friends and his sister is the only person from his family that is still alive. His parents died when he was seventeen in a airplane crash and left Seth and his sister Tia to live with each other. They live in an old, dumpy run down apartment complex in, Dallas Texas. One day Seth was walking down East Main St. to go get a big Mac from Mcdonald's when he realized he had no money. He called his sister and asked her if he could borrow money when she told him she had no money and that she had just got fired from her job at the food market. When he got back to his apartment there was a note on the door, the note said that they had not paid rent for the last two months so they were going to be kicked out

When I go and meet people, they say this “Kim why are you so confident.” But the truth is I was not always like this. I have insecurities when it comes to talking to people, and sometimes I would have anxiety due to uncomfortable situations. This has been a huge struggle of mine because I would be made fun at and I was a victim of bullying which makes my insecurities worse. It has prevented me from standing up to myself, asking for help and many more. But this the story on how one comment made me so insecure.

“It’s right over there in the basket,” he quickly answered. As I walked over to pick up the volleyball I had an ever better idea. My homemade grenade was already circular and about the size of a volleyball, so I just painted it the same color and design as a volleyball. My master plan was set.

There have been many times that I've wondered to myself if I should write a book about my life. One way to describe the events of my life would be a roller coaster ride that I'm strapped in and unable to get off. With great heights of excitement, lows lower than rock bottom, and never ending loops in between, itt's a wonder I'm still alive. I have very few recollections of my life before the age of eleven; for reasons I'm unsure of, but I can certainly try to reminisce.

It was a beautiful Friday morning, I wake up by the sound of grown folks laughing and arguing about who's the better man and by the sound of children screaming of excitement and joy. They were most likely playing tag or something, it wouldn't surprise me because in 15th Street it's always the children who wake up first and you can hear them throughout the day playing outside. I started my day off hoping in the shower, brushing my teeth, and saying good morning to my abuela. Not really in that order but you get what I mean, I have a routine. My grandmother was in the kitchen fixing me up some eggs, I quickly gobbled everything up on my plate, gave my abuela a kiss on the cheek and headed down the flight of stairs on my way outside. As I made my way

Write a two (or more) page essay in which you will tell a personal narrative (story) in the first person. You are encouraged to share a memory or story that you would be comfortable sharing with myself and the entire class. Remember, your audience is your fellow students or peers. Although no topic is off-limits and no censorship is required, please do not share a story that would make you uncomfortable to share.