Personal Narrative-First Blocks

Throughout my childhood I could never say I had the most exciting life, even now I can still say that about my daily routine. Although my family put effort into nurturing me into a well-rounded member of society since youth, I never felt any change or progress personally; it was more as if I simply adapted to whatever expectations my elders had of me. I know this feeling did not apply to me only, in fact, I was once in a classroom full of fifty-two people who accommodated to whatever came their way.

I, Deputy Gough received a call reference a white Ford truck driving in the Gamester trailer court all over the roadway. Upon my arrival I spoke with David Vore and Jennifer Vore. Jennifer Stated that Randy was the driver of the white Ford truck that said, “All Good Construction.” David and Jennifer both stated that they saw the truck drive through the yard hitting a slow child at play sign and the stop sign.

On February 27th, a plane heading to San Jose with five people on it suddenly crashed in southern California. The two houses it landed on immediately erupted into flames because of the jet fuel. Luckily, no one was in those houses, however three out of the five were killed on the plane, while the survivors just had injuries. The people on the plane had consisted of a husband, wife and three teenagers going home from a cheerleading competition at Disneyland Adventure Park. The competition is suspected to be the Jr. USA Nationals, but unfortunately will not be a celebration to them anymore. The names of the people have not been released at this moment. Many bystanders of the crash have taken to social media to share the horror of what has happened. Undoubtedly, the passengers will never be the same again.

As I was reading through the feedback I received on the first major paper I have written in over four years, I happened to think of something I read on a pink notebook in Walmart last night. “Good feedback is the key to improvement.” When I saw the small errors I missed, I knew it was time to start making some healthy adjustments to my writing. Although I have a terrible habit of using contractions and comma splices, I would like to expand my vocabulary and make my writing stronger, be able to incorporate more transitional statements, and I would like to become more comfortable with comma usage.

I was reading through the feedback I received on the first major paper I have written in over four years, I happened to think of something I read on a pink notebook in Walmart last night. “Good feedback is the key to improvement.” When I saw the errors I missed, I knew it was time to start making some healthy adjustments to my writing. Although I have a terrible habit of using contractions and comma splices, I would like to expand my vocabulary and formulate my writing to become stronger, be able to incorporate transitional statements, and I would like to become comfortable with comma usage.

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

Five months later David get a call from the hospital to tell him his results an he came back positive he drop the phone an cried he was in rage he put a hole in the wall at his house broke his television. He pray to god an ask him questions why me I haven't done nothing wrong but be good to her an make her life easy in this world. Then the test result for his child it was positive that it was his baby he was happy about that couldn't wait to see his health child of his Kelly calls him an ask forgiveness he tells her right now I can't talk to you disgust me at this time. But he told her the results for their child was his he ask why you put me through all of this only thing I wanted to do is to love you be

Chapter two; (Question 1-2) It was a great example given about the twins, I’ve also experienced that with my children. My daughter was fully raised by me, she didn't have a father in her life however, I met my husband when she was just six months old. Everything she do has a purpose and she strives to make a difference in the world. On the other hand, my son which is the oldest, I had him when I was 18 years old, still running the streets and wanted to hang out with friends so, majority of the time he was with his dad. As I became older and a responsible adult I had two kids by the age of 22 I decided to move out of the area I grew up in and strive for a better life for my children. Even though my son was 5 at the time of this adjustment every

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

I have two major obstacles that I have overcome in my last three years of school. My first major obstacle is being able to graduate early, I’ll be the first student at Sheyenne to graduate in three years instead of four. It took a lot of hard work and focus, but with the help that I got from my teachers, I was able to do what I needed. I did two summers of summer school, and worked really hard on completing my all my history online. My second obstacle is getting my CNA licenses. It took a very long time, because I have a lot of testing anxiety. The two years I took getting my license was worth it all in the end, because I got to learn and practice new information. During the process I did give up on myself because I couldn’t pass the test,

For this assignment, I chose to draw a picture of my own childhood block and where I am currently living as a full-time student. This is the neighborhood that I was raised in so I am very fond of the setting and surrounding community of that would be considered Harvey Park. The picture is drawn according to the location of streets; West Evens Avenue, and South Wolcott Court. Growing up on the Rivera Lake has given insight to many interesting individuals so having the opportunity to relate anthropology. Studying the human beings, biology, and other aspects in my own neighborhood made me evaluate human experiences more in depth than I normally would on a regular Sunday afternoon. My neighbors are quite the characters so it is nice to actually take the time and see what types of lives they are living. Being able to take insight during my experiences

It all started in the hall before class, as I was walking to the classroom Eric came up to the side of me, putting his arm around me saying how excited he was that I was subbing for Tim Taylor.

“Ready let's do this!” Those are the last words I heard from my coach until I got hit. This all started as a normal practice, until my Alex (my coach) asked me to something new. The thing she wanted me to do was a front flip while my bases threw me in the air while holding on to my backspot Izzy’s hand. So they threw and as I was coming around my hand and Izzys hand somehow came undone and her elbow came down my head was coming around and they hit. When I got hit I kind of blanked because my coach told me that I kept going after I got hit and I don’t remember that till this day. So after my bases let me down I started crying because it hurt really bad and after I sat on the ground I felt my head where I got hit and it felt like I have a 5 inch bump coming out of my head. So my best friend Laura went and got me ice from the trainer. When she got back with the ice I put it on my head and I suddenly felt tired. I told my coach that I was really tired and she said that I had to stay

Putting me in this situation that I don't like. Getting seductive every sexy white girl I see or something is chasing me. this is a big huge mistake that causes me to be in my lust of nature. That I can't possessive their fears of silence and dishonest myself to be in their handsome favorite heart. This is sick when there are trying to kiss me, the dirty feeling when there are trying to get in my pants, and mind trick gross when they want sex whenever. They want to touch my body so badly and so I let them touch me. It hurt me so much that when they use me has their own sex tool and I let the dark ruin my heart. That makes me be use by them like a sea siren of beauty. Then I push them away so I could inhale and exhale in my life again. It's

A clock ticked breaking the solitude of the dull classroom, the hand made a steady “tick” sound as it progressed on it’s journey to make it all the way back up to the twelve. Behind me a large window looked upon a busy highway. I gazed down on the cars making their way in the world. I wondered where they were going, who drove those cars, what grand adventures were they about to embark on? My focus consumed every corner of my current existence, other than where it had been required, on the blank page of notebook in front of me. It was my Sophmore year of high school. I had landed myself in an ‘Advance Placement Journalism’ class, on the whim I desired to take a class where I had plenty of friends, so I would not have to sit alone. I continued to stare from the clock to the busy world beyond my grasps, until the faithful buzzer toned. In a rush of merriment I raised up, swooped my faithful bag over my shoulder and made a beeline for the door. “Ali, could you please stay back?” The voice constructed a barrier between my escape and me. A rush of fear and embarrassment swept my demeanor, as I plopped myself back upon my cold chair half desk combo. My mind screamed in panic, “what had I done?” Curious sets of eyes gawked upon me as they departed from the dull classroom. The old plump teacher made her way to my desk and sighed, “What are your plans, Ali? What are your dreams? What do you want in life?” I gazed out again at the cars, unable