Personal Narrative: Hi-End Audio

When I started track and middle I never knew what track was or how it even worked but I needed a sport that I could do. Even though I would have people from my middle school who would try to discourage me from running and even call me slow and the process but I continue to go through with track. But those people that talk and say they were going stay and track but didn't and I stayed and continue running and learn how to use the words they called to me to discourage to fuel my running to where I was winning medals and showing it in school. Then between eight grade to tenth grade I begin to have problem with my hip and which cause me to slow my time down but I still stayed in the sport. Even switching from different high school was tiring

He told me that Darren went to bed last night on August 13, 2015, at approximately 9:30 PM. Bill Veatch stated this morning he and his wife went to his doctor appointment at approximately 8:40 AM. After that they ran some more errands and went to Wal-Mart and came back home. Bill Veatch told me when they went inside and noticed that Darren was not down stairs yet. They yelled for Darren Veatch and he did not answer. Bill Veatch advised before he went to get more groceries he went up to check on Darren Veatch. He told me Darren was cold and stiff so he knew right away that Darren Veatch had passed away. Bill Veatch stated that Darren Veatch was not depressed or anything. He had a wreck when he was 16 years old and since then he has had back problems along with surgeries on his back. The last surgery Darren Veatch had was approximately two years ago and has been on disability for approximately two years as well. Bill Veatch also advised me that Darren has been on extreme pain medication. He did advise me that Darren Veatch did just get out of the hospital approximately three weeks ago due to kidney problems. Bill Veatch told me Darren Veatch attempted suicide in his twenties. Bill Veatch told me they wanted Darren Veatch to go to Wilson Bartley funeral home located in Alba,

Our office represents Dearing Dee English. Ms. English declines to act as a successor trustee of the Survivor’s Trust, Meyers Family Trust Agreement dated April 10, 1992. Attorney Jerry Cluff represents David Meyers, successor trustee of the Decedent’s and Q-Tip Trusts, Meyer’s Family Trust Agreement dated April 10, 1992. Mr. Cluff’s office phone number is (619) -222-0503.

My leadership activities have brought big responsibilities into my life, but also great joy. As the Art Director for North’s Drama program every play brings new opportunities for creativity and new challenges. It is my job to create the poster, design the set, manage supplies, direct the students helping me, and plan ahead so that every piece of the set can be finished in time for the show. I could never do the job alone and it is such an incredible feeling to begin with a few ideas and bring an entire world to life as a team. My experience as the Hi-Tones Representative has been fantastic. I think that the most important piece of my role is to help create a family environment in the group. I also take on extra tasks whenever needed such as

I think that my family realized that I had crossed the threshold between childhoods when I began to form my own opinions. This first took hold when I took part in poverty stimulation at my local shelter. I was giving a character and a story behind the card I was given; the story made me become emotionally attached to this name I had been assigned and the family in which I came from. The experience made me question the prejudice of the society I was living in. How many times had I avoided eye contact with the people on the side of the road begging for money? I began a long journey of soul searching and questioning the beliefs my parents had raised me on. My thoughts were continually brought back to a book by C.S Lewis, it was called Out of the Silent Planet; a character named Weston believed that individual human lives don’t matter, they must be sacrificed to save mankind.

At the start of the semester I had become more aware and grounded in my voice. In my everyday life, I would notice if I was holding my breath. The reason for this was because over the summer I had to stand-up to one of my shut-up judges, my dad. The incident was extremely emotional, and I coped with it through the use of my actor training; instead of checking out and holding tension, I chose to breathe deeply and stay grounded. This allowed me to speak up even when I was told to shut-up. This awareness of breath was developed through necessity rather than choice. I had to be strong. My strength didn’t only come from being grounded in my breath, but it also came using breathe to stay present in the room. The use of breath also allowed me to go into my body and release the build-up of emotions. As a result of these experiences, my voice was able to drop more consistently to my lower resonator rather than my typical chest voice.

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.

Working with music takes a certain type of patients. That’s why when I knew this project was present, I had the perfect person in mind because I worked so close with this person once before. So, I decided to gather my resources and get in contact with our family friend Dr. Snodgrass who is the superintendent of the Fort Osage R-1 School District and ask if I could receive her email so I could set up a facetime call with her and get this interview on the road. Her name Is Erica Gregory and she is a high school band teacher at Fort Osage located in Independence Missouri. The reasons I decided to interview her were simple. First, she was my star time teacher which meant she was my study hall teacher. As a freshman coming into high school and being placed in a study hall class

On 05-21-2016 I was contacted at the front desk by Tim Suter in reference to additional items missing from his apartment.

The podcast Serial, based on the real murder of Hae Min Lee in 1999 was very interesting to listen to. From the first episode I was captivated by the storyline told by Sarah Koenig . At first, I think the most intimidating fact about this assignment was that in the directions it states that the series is about 7 hours long. Once I actually began to hear Sarah and her views on Adnan, I forget how long it was and it became a lot easier to follow along. Some challenges that I faced were during the middle episodes (5-7) where I started to lose focus on what she was saying because all I was interested in was what Adnan had to say. I felt that at one point once she started bringing excess people in the story that didn’t need to be included is when

When I was in seventh grade I fell in love. Not with a person, but a sport. I fell in love with track. I enjoyed the workouts, the races, the team, the events, the meets, but most of all I had found a passion for sprinting. I worked everyday during practice to prepare for the meets. I pushed myself as hard as I could and never gave up. I couldn’t get enough of it. I was mad for the feeling of your lungs bursting for air and your legs burning with pain. The long, exhausting workouts, the freezing practices, and the crazy memories you can make. There was nothing about it that I found unlikeable. Track was consuming my thoughts, I couldn’t stop. I was in love with it in every single way.

I was thinking if I should go straight or turn right onto the track when I was leaving school one miserable day. I had made my decision to go right because I would get less wet. So I walked home on the long deserted track when I saw Barry Bagsley and his little puppets Doug and Danny playing catch with a little Moorefield primary boy. I kept walking down the track thinking that I could just avoid them by running fast through them. As I got closer I realised that they were grabbing the contents of within his bag and throwing it everywhere. I felt like I had to help out the little guy but at the same time it felt so wrong to go down and come into contact with my foe.

The speakers were blaring AC/DC’s “For Those About to Rock”, my hands saluting in the air, I was headed to bear lake in my car and was well. Then it happened. A full 900 degree barrel, on the interstate going 80mph. So there I was sitting on the interstate, in the dark, upside-down in my car. The cause of this crash was a simple fluke. My right tire was not inflated and it popped. So when I hit the brakes my car dug into the road and flipped. At this point in my life I had never had something that dramatic happen. For the next week and a half I found glass, in crevices it should never be found.

With tennis shoes tight on my feet, my legs begin to pound into the pavement on my road. My feet race on, one right after another, along the road. It isn’t long before something feels wrong. I can’t tell what it is. My gate seems off, and my legs seem almost more free. I keep looking at the world racing by me. Sun and blue skies warm my face, and chirping birds keep me company. A summer day couldn’t be better. Then, it strikes me. How could I have not noticed it before? The free legs! The chirping birds! It all seems so obvious now. I reach my hand down to my pocket to confirm the growing suspicion in my mind. Upon contact with the empty pocket, my suspicions are confirmed. I had forgotten my phone. How could I go for a run without one of my favorite podcasts? I suddenly

It was one time that i needed money for my first car payment of my life... meaning i just got my first car like a typical 16 year old girl would and yatta yatta you get the freakin point. So i went to walgreens and bought one of those newspapers that have job openings on them, In my head im like "man this is so old school but its the only way i couldnt find any jobs in my area". All i found was jobs that you have to be at least 18 so i was looking and looking and stumbled upon job opening for a place called freddy fazbears pizza. It said that " there looking for a security guard to work the night shift from 12 am to 6am". And that you could be at least 16 years old i was like yes this must be very easy since all you had to do is watch a bunch a kitty animatronics,