Personal Narrative: Get Out !

The most important game of the year was coming up and I was ready. Everything was going perfect for me, because I was the starting QB as a freshmen at Englert High School. We were playing Joston High School the number 1 team in the nation since 1960, it was going to be a tough game because they had the number 1 ranked defense, but we had the best offense. The day before the game was just a normal day I went to school and had football practice after school. A couple weeks ago one of the other teams that we had played earlier in the year wanted another game so we decided to play them. They had been the hardest team we had played all year, we had only beat them by a last efforts field goal it hardly went in as it bounced in off the crossbar.

I just stood there looking out at the dead, mud covered grass sledding hill watching my brother fall out of this sled causing me to laugh. Little did I know this night would be the last night I though God was there watching over me. That hill that almost killed me was a barren wasteland of ice that still to this day scares me. After my dad walked back down and up with my brother it was my turn to go down the hill. I wasn’t nervous, but thinking back on it sends my stomach into a frenzy of butterflies. Anyways, my dad pushed me down the hill, half way down the hill all I remember hearing my dad shout was “Bail out!” What does that phrase even mean to a 6 year old 1st grader who can barely read, almost absolutely nothing is what I questioned in my own mind.

On a three-one pitch to lead off the third inning I received a fastball right down the middle of the plate. After making solid contact with my bat, the ball turned right back around heading for the left field fence and cleared it by twenty feet. This resulted in my first home run of the season and possibly the farthest ball I ever hit. Although I enjoy many other hobbies, baseball outshines them all.

You live your life life and think, “I’m glad that’s not happening to me” Or “What would I be doing if that was me in that position?” I often think that every time I see something tragic happen around the world. It always runs through my mind that it’s impossible for something to ever happen to the small town that I am from, St. Amant, La. How could anything go wrong here? We are barely on the maps. Or so I thought. Never would I would have imagined what I witnessed within the last month. I saw acts that I never thought my eyes see, smells I thought my nose would never smell, and heartbreak I never thought I would feel internally.

During the second to last week of summer, I traveled with my family to Cedar Point. Cedar Point is a sprawling amusement park with a wide variety of thrill rides, roller coasters, water slides, and entertainment. The park is located near Lake Erie in Sandusky, Ohio. It is the second oldest amusement park in the United States, as it opened 1871. Cedar Point is considered by many to be the “Roller Coaster Capital of the World” because of its record breaking seventy-one thrill rides which includes a total of sixteen roller coasters. I had been to Cedar Point two times before but this was my first time going back in three years. I was excited for the trip because there were many new rides and coaster that I had not

At two in the morning seven years ago, my nine year old self was jolted awake by my mother. Begrudgingly, I peeled my eyes opened and tried to blink the sleep away.

The morning sun is peering through the small window in the corner of my room, hitting me right in the face; of all places in my room it hits on my pillow, my head, and my eyes. It’s another summer day like the rest nothing to do and at the age where I haven’t got my license yet. I get up from bed with the same chip on my shoulder that I went to bed with last night because my mom wouldn’t rent me a movie from the TV. To most people it seems dumb to get mad at but I was young and went to a school where every kid had money and everything they wanted, plus it didn’t help that I didn’t have a video game console. I was bored and I just wanted to see this new movie that I didn’t get to see in theaters cause my mother said we needed to be, “smart with

After I told rowdy that “I'm sick of indian guys who treat white women like bowling trophies”.Get a life.I kinda felt bad for what I said but then again i didn't because he was a trader and i felt as if he left me for white pride.maybe I was just racist and couldn't accept that my best friend was going to do great things is his life now that he had a chance.later that day i decided to email Junior back and kinda talk to him about women.”Hey asshole , i didn't mean to insult you..but dude really what do you really like about her and how did you attract her.junior replied and said.

i apologized about this , I didn't realize it was that many hours he, but I know there would be some over time this week we had couple of incident , the day we had to do Eric and ken write-up I had him site in both , also the Sunday training added to it , he also went over Tuesday when we did the Ops meeting , this is not the norm I will keep the hours in check

When I was in kindergarten, my mom who had just broke up with Wane A.K.A. the worst person on Earth, met my soon to be step-dad, Chris. They dated for a little bit, about three years or so. Chris was awesome, he would play super-heroes with me, and even let me jump on the couch. Then, one day, mom and Chris announced to both his family, my mom’s family and me, that they are going to get married. A year after the announcement we went on Royal Caribbean’s “Oasis of the Seas”, which was so big, it felt like being on the Titanic. We had a wedding on water, the taste of sea salt made me think of making cookies with my grandma. The day after the wedding I almost chopped my big toe off trying to stop the elevator door from closing. The doors felt like two razor blades

Moving, a word that is dreaded by many and instills anxiety at the moment it is heard. Moving means picking up your entire life and starting a new life somewhere else. It could be a mere minutes away to a new house, or hours away to a new state. Your whole world is changed, everything that was ‘normal’ no longer is, and you are in a new place with new faces. You are now an outsider. Growing up, I was accustomed to moving because my father was in the Marine Corps. Contrary to popular belief, just because I moved a lot does not mean it got easier each time. Every move was different and I had to deal with certain things unique to each move. However, there is one specific move that presented me with a rather large obstacle. That move being my

I've never had to write a personal narrative before. Nor do I like to. Personally, I've always just tried to forget a lot that goes on around me. I hate diary entries and journaling. The closest I've come to any of it is writing poems. They were never any good though. Mostly talking about teenage angst or what I think the color green would taste like. But some of them were like stories. Stories about my friends, and about dreams.

We would be so tempted to go outside, but my brother would never leave until my grandmother prepare something for us to eat, and trust and believe that when the rain falls that’s when you’re hungry the most. I wasn’t a big eater up until this day so I didn’t really care about food that much I would get the food and give it to my brother anyhow. My grandmother would get so upset and tell me I’m going to starve and die, I use to laugh at her and tell her I’m not going to die. I didn’t cause I’m still here so I was right, anyhow I waited patiently so I could go outside an play in the rain with my brother and I had to be quite too if I really wanted him to come. All my other friends would be out there waiting for us but I just wouldn’t go without

Seriously, shoot me, the Lauren’s corporative banking husband of twelve years thought as the awoke to a standing ovation being given to the Symphony’s guest conductor, Mr Ludwig Something or Rather.

It was a clear September night the moon was big as it ever was and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was a friday night which means that the big game was on that night, everyone from around town will be attending this big event. I decide not to go and instead start partying before everyone else leaves the game. Me and my friends spent the night doing other activities besides going to the game, it started off simple with us playing Xbox. however, as the night progresses so did our activities. Eventually we are starting snorting and drinking every bottle given to us. We went to bed feeling high and drunk with not a car in the world. I woke up in the morning like i usually do but something was off i didn't feel good then it hit me.