Personal Narrative: Gibson County

Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

Every summer I look forward to sitting on a large, warm cabana under the Texas sun. My feet buried in the sand as I welcome the lukewarm waves against my legs. Being a beach bum in South Padre Island, Texas is a great way to bring on the summer. This island isn’t short of attractions, from the beautiful ocean, to tasty restaurants, to fireworks over the ocean you will never get bored on your vacation! Last summer I was joined by a few of my closest friends. We made so many memories as we all went parasailing for the first time. Our relationship grew stronger as we were able to share a new experience together. Spending a few weeks in South Padre Island with family and close friends is a great way to make memories that will last a lifetime.

Green, black and white, the colors we represented from kindergarten on. The pride we had for Southlake Carroll was indescribable. Our Friday nights consisted of the lights of the stadium and families who eat, sleep and breathe “The Tradition”. We were raised to become the Dragons or in my case the endless hours of training to become an Emerald Belle wasn’t an option, it was a lifestyle. Although Southlake is known for great academics the favoritism was very noticeable. I was spoiled with the leniency of the teachers who felt sympathy for my fourteen hour days. I got free passes and green lights, not gonna lie, it was pretty great. When I got hurt and my training to become the highly idolized Emerald Belle came to an end, so did the free passes.

It was the late in the fourth quarter and the Broncs were about to win another state championship making it two years in a row. There was 20 seconds on the clock and the Broncs were up 49-28 on the Natrona County Mustangs. All we needed to do was take a knee, and sheridan would take home their 25th football state title. The ball was snapped and instead of taking a knee, they ran it with running back Kyle Kustis for another bronc touchdown to make the win 56-28. The block that opened up the hole was offensive tackle and my brother, Blayne Baker. After that night we all went home to celebrate the state championship. The next morning I could barely talk. My throat was throbbing from cheering so loud. “Do you want some pancakes?” my sister, Baylee,

What town act you live in? How does it look smells like, and sounds like? Do you feel comfortable in that particular city? Today, I'm going to tell you a lot of things about this village.

My whole life I felt love, but never like the love I experienced three years when I walked in the Lawrence County Developmental Center. The LCDC is the special needs program for the student of East Lawrence and I was chosen to be an aide my sophomore year. Most of the kids could not speak, if they could speak they still had problems communicating. I felt like I had walked into a totally different world, and that made me want to spend every free moment in the LCDC. My three years with those kids taught me the most incredible lesson: your life is what you make it.

Often we associate Central Florida with theme parks, countless shopping facilities and convention halls. What is not known, to many, is the hidden treasures this area has to offer. Lake and Sumter counties in Central Florida is a region where the Lake Wales Ridge runs through, a place of splendid beauty, from its rolling hills, magnificent forests, and majestic lakes, it is paradise for many and a well-kept secret from others. Lake and Sumter counties is where I call home, a place where people still greet each other as you walk or drive by, a place where neighbors look out for each other, and where old gentile manners still exists. The scenic byways connecting the many towns and places are breathtaking, the beautiful countryside, historic sites, and serene setting. Route 471 takes me to a very special place for the past 35 years, Webster Flea Market in Sumter County.

I'm from Round Rock, or for those of you who don't know where that is, we'll just go with Austin. Round Rock is great and you can find activities to find on some occasion, but when I am in Austin I am never bored. I used to go downtown a lot when I was younger with my Mother, Father, and older sister, but as my parents became busy and my sister and I became more involved in school we make the 20-minute travel to Austin less and less. I grew up with my two sisters and mother in the safety and growing town of Round Rock, but when I was able to drive my friends and I would make the drive downtown to enjoy the ambiance of Austin. I was given more freedom than my older sister was given in high school, but I couldn't complain my mother trusted me

Jessamine County is a great example of how to change school start times. Benefitting from the experience of neighboring Fayette County, Jessamine took its time to organize their efforts in such a way as to transition smoothly into a new schedule for their students. The superintendent of the Jessamine County Schools, Linda France became aware of the literature about the impact of school start times on student health and learning.

At the request of the OCSO I responded to the scene in the town of Clay, (Onondaga County), New York on 02/19/2017. I arrived on scene at 19:33 and met with Deputy Tanya Wickline who briefed me regarding the case. The weather was cloudy with no precipitation with the outdoor temperature of 50⁰F.

“Why are you qualified to be my Southern Region Vice President?”, asked an intrepid FBLA member as he gazed at my board, full of parallels of business to architecture, as my program at A-Tech was Architecture. Smiling, I came to the member and shook has hand, and spoke, “ Your eyes are as bright as the stars above, for each has the potential that is out of this world. Potential like that has to be nurtured and supported, and the fact of the matter is the system currently does not support that”. Within the vicinity, not just a couple feet away was my opponent for the position talking to his colleagues and sending them out to fetch voters. My eyes never left the member before me, but I could hear my opponent. Veiled smiles we traded from time to time, as we’d have to stay in the campaigning

Writing the personal narrative and seeing my views on how I have impacted a few communities has encouraged me to reflect on how my parents have impacted how I interact within Macon’s community. Moving away from home and coming here has not had a significant impact on my life like I thought it would have. As a freshman and a sophomore, I was not as active as I would have liked to been in my college career. I did not really have a good understanding of why I was attending college, and being introverted made it difficult for me to settle in the new community that I was in. I preferred staying in my room and was not involved in the activities on campus or in the Macon community. This changed when I began to work as a tutor. I became more interactive

Alexis is a new student in Richmond County. She came from Burke County an is here to get a better education, but she was really here to make new friends. When, Alexis got to school she was eager to make friends. Alexis had met some people in the neighborhood that had went to the school. Alexis had also made friends in the classroom, she was excited to be at this school.

Samantha Cielinski/More than happily I am excited that this weekend I have arrangements to just hang out around my house as well as to be with my family. I started my arrangements last night. Furthermore, last night my dad and I watched barrel racing in Little Falls. Extremely hungry dad and I decided that we should eat. Therefore, before we went to the arena we went to Sue’s Drive in for hamburgers with a dessert of ice cream. Having the most wonderful time, we were ready to be able to go to bed and sleep.

As a child, I was fascinated by stories about a farm in Harrison County, Maine, where my father spent his teenage years. Being raised on a farm seemed more interesting than growing up in the suburbs. About a year ago, I decided to explore what living on a farm was like. To get to Harrison County, I had to drive on Route 334, a surprisingly easy-to-drive, four-lane highway that had recently been built with matching state and federal funds. I turned into the dirt road leading to the farm and got out of my car. It had been washed and waxed for the occasion. Then I headed for a dirt-colored barn. Its roof was full of huge, rotted holes. As I rounded the bushes, I saw the house. It too was dirt-colored. Its paint must have worn off decades ago.