Personal Narrative: Forget My Program

The year 2003 the location Birch Creek Alaska. It is a small little town there is only about 28 people including my family. Back then I was so young so naive to the dangers of the world. I was 6 years just a mere child still trying to learn about the world. I have seen things now you would not believe. The pain and suffering that befell my family and I would be torment. It would haunt us for years to come after the events that would take place winter of 2003. I still remember it so vividly, so clean, it is has left a scar in my brain.

I went out for the track team when I was in seventh grade. I enjoyed track because I enjoy running, jumping, and spending time with my friends. The track season was amazing because I learned to do the high jump. I had to learn how to time my steps and jump backwards. Did you know that long ago they would jump forward over the bar. Then a man named Dick Fosbury tried a different way, go over backwards, now this is called the “Fosbury flop” Which I think sounds like an ice cream cone of some sort but. I also had to learn the lingo. “Up” means it’s your turn to jump. “On deck” means you are next in line. “In the hole” means you are third to jump. It is important to stay in order, once at the Metamora track meet I thought they had called my name, I jumped and made it over the bar. but It was not actually my turn so I had to jump again, I wanted to give him a Well-that-was-your-fault-not-mine kind of look. Luckily, I made it over the second time also. Another meet I remember was when I jumped 4 feet 11in. I had no idea I was going to jump that high that day because it was cold and rainy. I was very surprised and I ended up winning that event that day. Since Micah was hurt and he normally beats me, I got first so I was happy. I participated in sectionals. I had to jump 5ft

Four, maybe five German soldiers surrounded me. They were moving in faster than a pack of starving wolves, and I was their downed prey. There were flying bullets, dark smoke, and explosions everywhere. I was oppressed and knew that this was finally it. All my hard work was about to disappear into a plume of smoke. I commenced raising my rifle, and then in the midst of this chaotic scene there was this ever so subtle giggle over the headset. I look upwards dumbfounded to see a firestorm of bombs hailing all around me, and enveloping my entire section of the battlefield obliterating everything. It was my brother Chase piloting this monstrous desert-sand colored beast of a bomber, which just unleashed utter devastation on the opposing

I was in 11th grade, and I was taking Latin, which many considered to be a rigorous. I enjoyed Latin because my teacher made it extremely fun, so I was always excited to be in class. We were taking an exam, and my friend was attempting to communicate with someone and I thought she had called my name. As a result, I looked up and nodded my head. After the test, my teacher asked us both to step out and accused us of cheating. He explained that he did not want to embarrass us in class that’s why he asked us to step out after the test. I was immediately offended. I have never cheated on an exam, and after knowing him for over a year and a half I was extremely upset that he would even think that I was capable of cheating.

As I stood on the outside of the arena watching teen girls traditional finish dancing, my stomach filled with butterflies. I walked into the arena as the announcer says “Next up teen girl's jingle,” with all the other dancers in my category. It was Sunday, the last day of Indian Summer Pow Wow, and my last contest for this pow wow, this year. Although I was nervous, I was also filled with happiness, confidence, and gratefulness. “Take it away boys” the announcer says. That’s when I knew that the drum group was going to start playing and this meant I had to start dancing.

“Elle! Elle!” I yell as I sprint down the sidewalk of our neighborhood. My long dark brown hair flowing behind me. “They are adding a track team to our school and the tryouts are next Monday!”I tell her once I finally catch up. I have wanted to be on a track team for as long as I can remember.

After Dallas had convinced everyone else that going to the bar and getting shit-faced was a good idea. She was forced to go as well. Seeing as how she was practically their baby sitters. Darry stayed behind with Johnny and Pony, not wanting them to go. While she was stuck with Dally, Steve, Two-Bit, and Soda. And she as the designated driver. They all looked old enough to be drinking, even though they weren't, so they got to go into the bar.

I like to beat the rush for lines and do not prefer being late, but

As we all headed outside to the football stadium, tension started to come through my whole body. My legs felt stiff and my hands felt as if water was running through my fingers. I was not prepared to walk across the stage. We practiced hundreds of times that morning but, it was just too hot to concentrate on what we were told to be doing. So much was going through my mind like, “What if I trip as I walk across the stage?” “Who all from my family is here?” “What am I going to eat afterwards?” I was starving because I had not eaten since 8:00 that morning. I stepped a foot onto the track circle and images went through my mind. Drops of sweat ran down my face and I tried not to look at the audience to keep myself from getting more nervous. As we stepped

Last week I finished my hour of code but It was probably more than an hour of code because i spent like 6 classes on it so yeah more than an hour. What I learned about code that sometimes it can be very easy but in case it started off easy but when I started getting farther into code it made it harder for me but I got through it. I was successful into the point where i wanted to stop i even went farther than that because I finished all of the minecraft exercise then I moved onto these flappy bird exercise witch where to easy for me Then i moved onto this thing where you coded this little person to move around and draw shapes on paper that got really hard i did not even finish that because i ran out of time to work with it more. I did not enjoy

One time when I was around the age of 9, I tried out the snowboard for the first time at Rokkosan Snow Park with my family and I was very very scared. It was a very totally different experience from when I did ski when I was 7. For ski I didn’t fall that often because it was way much easier but when I changed to snowboard, everything changed dramatically. I fell to my knees a lot until I felt the pain of having several bruises but I kept on going on. It hurt and I felt the freezing white layer of snow touch the bare skin of my face but I kept on going. As time passed by, I was enjoying it. I had already been able to get used to it and I was able to do tricks while sliding across the smooth surface of the snow. I did many tricks and it felt

I felt the soft snow and brisk air hit my face as I stepped out of the car; perfect weather for a ski meet. I spotted a friend preparing for the race and quickly approached her. We kick waxed our skis while talking about the nerves we both felt throughout the day due to it being our first 5k. After we had finished waxing our skis we went out for a warm-up lap to calm the pre-race jitters. The snow was a perfect mixture that afternoon; powdery yet still hard enough for the wax beneath my skis to grip onto. I was ready for all the difficulties that I thought I would face; jokes on me, I wasn 't.

As my friend Harry looked through his backpack for his orange bottle of pills I thought about the past two months. I was working at Sonic late one night when we had to close early due to the heavy snow which happened alot since we lived in Colorado. I started driving home and texting my friend Harry that I wasn’t gonna be able to come over, when all of the sudden I looked up and saw a person standing in front of me I slammed on the brakes, but my car slid on the thin sheet of ice and the next thing I knew I was going over the edge of the bridge. I guess someone behind me saw the accident because the paramedics started arriving quickly and pulling me out of the lake that was starting to freeze. When they finally got me out I couldn’t even ask

I put on jeans, get ready to head outside when I hear something near my window. It was as if it was trying to get my attention. I quickly put on my jeans and shirt and rush to the window in my living room. I come to the realization that it was actually Steve that was knocking on my window.

“Did I turn off the computer? Of course I did. Seriously, did I?” My face was sweating, but I just wanted to look away from that locked door but it was midnight and she was still awake. Reanalyzing my own thoughts, I was pretty sure that I turned off the computer at precisely ten o’clock after counting to my lucky number seven before leaving.