Personal Narrative: Jennifer's House

My home town, where I grew up at, and where I am at now. These three characters link to the three different houses.

I didn't always live in California. Before California I lived in Denver, Colorado. Before Denver I lived in Aurora, Colorado. When we moved to california we had a family of five. We moved to California, when I was six, Then we lived at my grandma’s house in Riverside for a year. We found a place on Ferree Street and that became our home.

On Monday 6/29/2015 Sgt. Alexander and I was dispatched to the Hostess House located at 6741 Highway 70 in reference to 2 subject, Mr. Burnette and Mr. Jacobs that were renting room 251 and had outstanding warrants.

With environmental issues such as global warming, pollution, and natural resource depletion, it is indisputable that preserving the wilderness is essential for a sustainable future. While the effects are becoming more prominent today, the concern for maintaining a balance with nature has been around in the United States for over a century. In defense of preservation, one individual shares his perspective in his book, Desert Solitaire, of the crucial need for undisturbed wilderness and how the exploitation of it must be contained. Edward Abbey’s method to convey his message can be crude, unfiltered, and raw. Regardless, he argues “there is a way of being wrong which is also sometimes necessarily right” to justify his approach (xii). Although Abbey’s point of view is sometimes “violently prejudiced [and] unconstructive,” his message is passionate and thoughtfully presented in a manner that invites

At younger ages, my niece Mckenzie and I used to go to my abuela’s house all the time. The old woman with the Panamanian accent loved spending time with her family, and it gave my parents and brother a break from watching over us. Mckenzie and I had many places where we would play, but none as often as the basement.

Mother Nature’s relentless assault on California over the past five years, with historic drought immediately usurped by two unabatingly wet winters, has been well documented. Total infrastructure repairs are estimated to exceed one billion dollars after this winter alone. But in one remote and stunningly beautiful hamlet exhibiting all of California’s most iconic natural beauty, a sense of déjà vu and isolation of yesteryear takes hold of its residents.

On April 1, 2000, I was placed into a group home because of my behavior at the home. My dad and I didn’t get along. So he sent me to a placed called Bowman House. When I arrived there the first person I met was a lady name Alexander, she begin showing me around the units. Alexander was called the granny of the units. It was two units for the boys and girls. She took me to the boys unit first to look at the units. After I looked at the boys unit she took me to the girls unit. Where I would be staying. I had the chance to bond with Alexander, it wasn’t something I was trying to do it just happen. I had to stay with Alexander until the staff came back from picking the other peers up from school. An hour pass and the peers came back I had to go

1.There’s no way for her to escape 2.Her hands and feet are tied behind a chair. 3.Shes in the woods, in a cabin. 4.There is a light bulb hanging on the ceiling 5.With a string that can turn it on and off. 6.Her eyes are covered with a red bandana. 7.She can feel him walking toward her.

Things changed quickly in Ashley Brawley's house when she smelled smoke while she was blow drying her hair, but the burning smell wasn't coming from the bathroom she was in, and it didn't have anything to do with her hair.

John Muir’s “Save the Redwoods” was first featured in his very own Sierra Club Bulletin, an environmentalist newsletter, in 1920. At the time, loggers were threatening the already sparse population of California’s giant redwoods. Muir’s essay expresses his growing concern for the future of California’s ecology and emphasizes the need for swift human intervention.

Environmentalism has always been two sided. Nature versus urban. locals versus national. Frequently, large tracts of public and federal land are bought and developed by industry. Pristine wilderness turned to bustling epicenters of human activity, all in the name of progress and economic growth. This tale of preserving natural wilderness is one that begins with John Muir, an advocate against the taming of Yosemite national park and the Hetch-Hetchy reservoir, while the head of the US Forest Service, Gifford Pinchot, insisted on the reservoir to supply the city of San Francisco with water. This timeless epic of conservation or preservation brings us to the Jumbo Valley, a vast expanse of uninhabited, pristine wilderness home to diverse

So it is now Thursday and my work crew gets to go out which was pretty exciting. So like usual, we had prayer, morning chores and breakfast. Then we split up and went to the different worksites. We went to Ted and Theresa’s house. We were there to fix the ceiling in their daughter’s room. I started off helping with roof and stuff but then I saw an empty tank in the living room and soon realized something was in it and Carley got Ted to take it out to show me. It was a red bearded dragon, and I’ve never seen those before and I am a chicken sometimes so all I had planned to do was look at it and Ted was like here and put it into my hands so after that I was fine with holding it, quick way to get over something that might be scary. But I was holding it and sitting on the couch talking to him, Carley, and Theresa. Ted told me if the dragon got away that he’d be mad so I made sure I watched it while he went to another room. It started running so that’s when I grabbed it and put it away because I didn’t want to lose it. Throughout all the time I was talking to Theresa and really connecting with her. Carley told me that they have never been to community night and to try and

learned his real name, and why he wanted to join our Young Sabbath Keepers studies, after a brief praise and thanksgiving to Jehovah at our Liberty Lane address, we all departed with a joy unknown to our young souls. As I was on my way to take Sarah and Mary home, I thought I saw that same car that sped off from the rally following us. Then it turned a few blocks from Sarah’s house. I did not say anything to Sarah or to Mary, but in my heart I said a quick prayer and dismissed it from my thoughts, After Mary went inside their house, Sarah and I sat in the car for a while.

The day following the one-year anniversary festivities, Justin called and informed me guy friends were coming over that night. I thought this was strange, considering Justin never did things like this. I decided to call my friend Paisley, and get her to come with me that night to see if Justin lied about friends coming over. I did not expect many people to be there, but when we pulled up, only one car was in the driveway. Suddenly, Paisley and I realized immediately that it was Kaitlin’s car. Kaitlin had been a close family friend for years, up until now of course. At that point, a sudden rage of anger sprang into my emotions, and that was the point in which I knew, I wanted to take revenge against Justin. I drove to the grocery store right

Lena jerked up when she heard the front door to the apartment open and close. She hastily shut the journal she had found in the bookcase and hid it behind a row of books. While her leg was handcuffed to the bedpost, Dylan had the bed close enough so that she could reach the bookcase so she wouldn't be bored while he was gone. Thankfully, on the other side of the bed, there was a nightstand where Lena found a pen in one of the drawers. The night before, Dylan had taken her to his apartment instead of their original destination, Lena's home. What Lena hadn't known prior was just how obsessed the boy she met online was with her and how devastated he had been when he found out she planned on moving back to Moscow in a few weeks. The day before he took her, Lena told him over the phone that this meeting would be their last, yet Dylan had other plans in store. He wouldn't lose her. “There's no way I'm gonna lose the only thing that means anything to me,” Dylan thought to himself as he set his plan into motion.