Personal Narrative: I Am A South Dakota Girl

I moved to Yankton, South Dakota when I was 6. I moved from Kearney, NE. I was really excited to move into a new house and a new town. Yankton is smaller than my old town it's also farther away from all of my family. For the most part I like yankton, most of the people are really nice. Since there is nothing to do in Yankton besides shopping around town in little stores, or going to a movie, or even going to dinner, or just driving around, my favorite thing is going to the lake and the bridge. There for my favorite part is definitely the lake. I love the trails and the beaches and everything down there. It's so peaceful and beautiful it's just a great place to get away. I like my school too, I mean sure it has its ups and downs but in reality

Sioux County Iowa isn’t so different from any other rural county in the Midwest. We have rich and poor towns, public and private schools, good and bad police officers, and plenty of rowdy teenagers. The Midwest however is a very unique place to live. I lived in the country, about ten minutes outside of Orange City, Iowa. One summer Wednesday night at about 9:00p.m., after I had just gotten back home from work, I received a text message from my friend Jon, “Get the truck ready. Be at your house in 10”. I sighed. I knew that meant we were up to no good. I’m not sure what really bothered me, the fact that Jon was expecting me to drop all of my plans to go on another escapade, or the fact that we both knew I didn’t have any plans.

West Virginia has always been a part of my life, although I am not a resident. When I think of the state the first things that come to mind are college, beauty, and friends. My family has had ties for many years to West Virginia. My mother attended West Virginia Wesleyan College and my relation to the state grew stronger when I chose to attend WVWC. In the past three years I have become enamored with the state and all it has to offer. The pure, wild, beauty of the state is something I will never forget. From orienteering to the top of Spruce Knob with other students in the honor’s program to white water rafting the lower Gauley River with my roommates, I have enjoyed exploring West Virginia. During my time in West Virginia I have learned more

My father was the one that convinced me to go to UAT when a pamphlet came in the mail. I was not sure about it at first, but after some research I decided it was a good place for me to be. I cannot say that my family, including my dad, is exactly happy about my choice, but I understand their reasons. Since I am from Alabama it would be an extremely long distance from home. I too understand the distance will be crippling, but I feel like it is one of the best choices for me. Despite their position on the distance, they are willing to support me wherever I go and try to make things work out for me.

I expected to go to North Dakota and be bored out of my mind. I thought that we were going to be fishing on a boat for 8-10 hours a day. I am a very impatient person so sitting on a boat in the middle of a lake, not being able to swim because there are hooks in the water sounds absolutely terrible to me. That is exactly what had happened the year before, and it seemed like i was on that boat for years.

During the summer I went to South Dakota for a national tumbling meet. In South Dakota I also went to Mt. Rushmore, a car museum/scavenger hunt, and the tumbling meet.

I am from Bozeman Montana Where I have lived my whole life I am from the tiny black archery targets That I shoot my fun camo bow at every day! I am from the cold morning “wake up’s” That tell me it's time to stalk monstrous elk. I am from coming home to my fluffy loving puppy And a warm mug of hot coco with fluffy marshmallows.

Yankton, South Dakota. The place where the world competition for archery commenced and concluded. As I disembarked at South Dakota, I wondered why the World Archery Association held the biggest youth archery competition at this ghastly venue. Blegh. The dung of cows and the fresh scent of the earth fused together was horrendous. To make things worse, the airport was humid, outside was even more humid. Everywhere I went, humid.

Today marks 3 years of living in Cheyenne, 3 amazing years filled with incredible memories, many tears and unforgettable friendships. Usually around this time I would normally move to another state or even a different country, however this time it’s different I’m able to stay in the same vicinity. I have always been that person that use to dread socializing. When I moved to Cheyenne I was determined to not make the same mistake I have seem to make before in the past with a new location and new school. I physically put myself out there and forced myself to socialize, which was painfully hard at first, but totally worth it. I ended up participating in the Central Womens’ Soccer Program for the whole 3 years of my time at Central, and in that

Later on with this student, we were out in Wyoming. By then, I had met his wife, and his son. Nice people for sure! The student was driving. I asked him why he would leave such a young, beautiful family at home to come out on the road driving a truck. He said he worked his ass off all his life. He told me that he worked in the engine room of a battleship while in the Navy, and he was tired of working like that. I asked why he thinks driving a semi is a piece of cake. His response was, " how hard can it be sitting there, holding a steering wheel?". My job as his trainer was to teach him everything that I could while he was with me for 10,000 miles. This is what I did! I would call in to dispatch every chance I got, without his knowledge, and

Iowa was a complete new experience for me, and Minnesota was home for both Anthony and I. Between the two of us, I was the first to go off to college. Anthony had a week before he was going to be moving to Minneapolis. The week he had left in our hometown must have been before a lot harder for him than it was for me in Iowa City. Initial adjustment to living apart is often a very hard experience (Mendenhall, 2014c). It didn’t matter if we had three months of summer to prepare for this moment; it was going to be rough no matter what. Looking back now, I believe it must have been harder for Anthony at first. He had to drive by my neighborhood and try to not think about me, or drive by the lake where we would walk and not reminisce about the

Greetings!  I hope you're ready for another long story. It's not that bad. Anyway ready? So this one is about how I ended up in Kentucky, in the United States. For those of you who don't know, I lived in Liberia with my family, since birth up to when I was 15 years old. As of now, I'm schooling in Kentucky. Most of the time when I'm talking about where I'm from, people ask me: "how did you end up in Kentucky", since it's so far away from my home, and Kentucky is not a really popular state to other countries, I guess? In a certain way? 樂

As of November 18, 2015, I have been living in North Dakota with my grandparents. I am here because I have already graduated high school in Idaho, and wanted a job. My grandfather offered a room here for me to stay in while I find a job. I do not plan on returning to living with my mother.

Me and my family had gone to a wedding in Iowa and had decided that while we were out there, we might as well visit the Black Hills, in South Dakota. We were visiting the Badlands, a massive rock that rises straight out of the prairie. We drove up a road that took a roundabout way up to the top. We saw several cool rock formations and a mountain goat. Then, we decided to take a driving tour. A few minutes into the tour, we got to the edge of the Badlands. We were right next to the edge with no guard rail. I thought we were going to go off the edge. I was very frightened and thought we were going to all

A time in my life I want to relive is when I took a summer trip to Pierre, South Dakota. My dad and I were going for the 4th of July to celebrate with his parents. The drive was a 12 hour long dreadful pain, I absolutely hate traveling in a car. When we finally arrived my dad and I went to his hometown burger shop, these burgers were the bee’s knees! I had never tasted such a juicy, tender, tasty burger that completely disintegrated in my mouth. After the feast my dad and I drove to his parent’s house in Brookings. They welcomed me with hugs and smiles. The next day we went boating in Pierre for the 4th of July, there was nothing but warm summer breezes, brisk lake air, and the solitude of the countryside. The sunshine started to recede into