Personal Narrative: Jeff Builder

On 23Apr17 at 1311 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was asked to Constance Carmichael in reference to a fraudulent transaction involving her foster son, Justin Kottom.

I am very pleased to accept the position of New Home Sales Representative with Aernandez Homes. Thank you again for the opportunity. I am eager to make a positive contribution to the company.

I am grateful for Bella. We both play this game called, township, and she often help me on there. She either give me supplies I requested, or help both of us earn reward in competition. She is also able to makes the game playing experience more enjoyable. In addition, one time, I have only until 15 minutes until my challenge is over. However, I cannot produce the product needed within the timeframe. Bella was there to make a last minute “delivery”.

I believe that everyone lives life in a different ways. There isn’t a certain way to follow in life. You have to make life fun and live it to the fullest. Whether it be by yourself or with somebody you love. To me I don’t think anyone should be individual their whole life. Everyone should have somebody male/ female that they can be happy with. Life is full of surprises and it throws new things at us every day.

Hi, I am Justin Nibaur (12): I am an easygoing person which is the best way to describe my life. I have a family that is a lot older than me. I have pretty interesting hobbies. Went on a different vacation this summer. But I wouldn’t change my life for anything.

Last summer, I received a phone call from a couple of the parents from my church. They asked me to come talk with their son in regards to his college career. I made my way to their residence, and as I waited for the teen to come into the living room, I saw the younger brother. The young boy was yelling and shouting hysterically. I peeked in the room to find out what was going on, and he was watching “Bob the Builder”…

Bob the Builder challenges the audience with a probing question: “Can we fix this?!”. Without hesitation, the young boy jumps up from sitting Indian-style & blurts, “Yes we can!”. Now, the amazing part is the young boy had no tool belt on. No hammer, no nails, no glue gun, no screwdriver. He has no tools that can help him fix

Friedrich Nietzsche once said that “In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play.” Well even if he was wrong when it comes to everyone else, he certainly hit the nail on the head with Zack Mikat, a young man whose face is rarely without a smile when among his friends. I first met him about four years ago, when we were both members of a homeschool co-op in Thomasville, North Carolina. We were not very close of friends back in those days, although we did have a few mutual friends and therefore sometimes hung out around each other. The next year he didn’t come back to the co-op, but he came back the year after that, although we still did not know each other well enough to call ourselves friends. However the following year I joined

A few years after moving to Freeburg, on a trip to Freedom Farm, while swimming in the mossy area of the lake, I had caught a medium sized frog and dubbed it ‘Buddy.’ Buddy would sit upon my shoulder and wouldn’t jump off. I thought he was special. He was probably just smart enough not to jump off a four foot tall child.

For the rest of lunch, I thought about Justin’s story. I wasn’t sure I entirely believed it because Justin was known for telling outlandish stories. The thought, however, remained fixed in his mind. Maybe I wasn’t the only one seeing or experiencing unusual things. Maybe something really strange was going on in East Bay. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the folded paper from my Economics class. While no one was looking, I quickly wrote—Old man at Lake Willowberry—I then circled it and attached it to one of the branches before quickly shoving the paper back into my pocket.

I grow up in a village called Kongolo where everyone knew the next person. This place was like no other place only people who lived there could comprehend. It was mostly green, big beautiful tress of all kind had shaded the village. We had a nearby river filled with all sort of insects you could imagine; the water was not clean but we had no choice but to utilise it. It’s so funny water saves lives and takes lives away… I lived in a hut and shared a torn mattress with my siblings. It got ice cold in there at night and had no blankets to keep us worm. Women that spoke too much and messed around with the wrong people got cursed never to bare a fruit in their womb. We slept with thin material like linen.

I hope everything is going well since the last time we talked. I wanted to touch base with you to see if you have given the builder the remaining $40K for the Earnest Money Deposit? If so if you could send me a copy of the check or wire transfer as well as a copy of the bank statement or transaction history showing the $40K leaving your bank account that would be greatly appreciated so that I can clear that stipulation from the Underwriter. If you haven’t given the builder the remaining $40K not a problem we will just take care of all of this when you do. Please do not hesitate to give me a call if you have any questions. I hope you have a great

Justin He is bright Just like the sunlight, He plays in the grass Which makes me laugh, My mom dresses him like a moviestar Although I think of him as a superstar, He gets faster and faster But always listens to his master, He is very enthusiastic And that is fantastic, He likes playing in the dirt And I always have to stay alert, He runs faster than lightening Which can be frightening, When it got cold I used him as my blanket

I’ve always lived surrounded by trees, deer, snakes, strange insects, foxes, the occasional owl, possibly Bigfoot and according to my brother the chupacabra. Though I love being surrounded by the dense expanse of wilderness I found myself yearning for something new. I wanted the city.Though I’ve been to D.C I never stayed long enough to satisfy my ever growing curiosity. So when I discovered Barnard I was more than smitten with what Barnard could offer me and what I could offer Barnard.

It was the morning of February 13, 2017. I woke up bursting with excitement and energy. That was the day that I would see Kylie Jenner’s legendary lip kit wall and faux fur comforter in person. Since we wanted to ensure we had a chance of getting in, Brielle got dropped off at 6:30 am at my house. We went into the car immediately and headed to NYC. We arrived at 27 Mercer Street at 7:45 am. The doors were scheduled to open at 10 am and the line was at least three blocks long. We had a long wait ahead of us.

I was sitting in my room eating a ham and cheese sandwich when all of a sudden I heard a loud bang on my window. Startled I tip toed over to the window curious to see what made the sound. As I moved the curtains slowly, I found I was now face to face with a tiny little fairy. She was no bigger than a roll of paper towels and smiled while rubbing her head and staring back at me. I slowly opened my window as not to scare her, but also scared for myself because I had never been seen a fairy in real life. As the window opened enough for her to fly through she came fluttering passed me and rested on the end of my dresser. I stood in amazement as she dusted herself off and continued to rub her head. I managed to muster out a few words, “who are