Personal Narrative: My First Memory Test

In 1996, Dennis and Cindy Thompson, a couple on a business trip to Great Britain, spotted a black and white magical horse, Cushti Bok, in the middle of a field. Cushti Bok became the first Gypsy stallion to be imported to America. It was love at first sight for the couple and the this marvelous horse. They immediately met with the owner of this horse, who would soon invite them to a 300 years old traditional fair, the Appleby Fair. By 2015 over 4,000 Gypsy Vanner horses were registered horses. The Gypsy horse society was the first to register this breed, to recognize a selectively bred horse by the Gypsies of the British aisle. The Gypsy Vanner Horse Society (GVHS) has studied not only the horse, but also the people who have bred them. This

In Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird courage is defined as standing up for what one believes in. Throughout the part one of the book Atticus stands up for what he believes in even though he is heavily criticized. Out of every character introduced so far Atticus has shown by far the most cnjourage. Scout and Jem show courage by trying to communicate with Boo Radley even though all of the terrible rumors.

Ridgewood High School is not exactly the perfect school. The school is full of delinquents, guns, and drugs. Lunch period was the prime time for trouble. The sound of the glass shattering from the window awoke the whole school. The people started to gather around the three boys creating the commotion. One of boys Douglas, a big, mean bully was heaving rocks at two boys Glen and Taylor. Glen is a smart fella who wants absolutely zero trouble. His only desire is getting into MIT. Taylor is the starting wide receiver for the football team and tries to protect Glen. During Lunch, Douglas pushes Glen to the ground and Taylor steps in front of Douglas in attempt to stop him. In the end, there were a couple bloody noses and several broken windows. On the other end of the school, Davis is waiting to sell Kevin marijuana. Davis really needs the money and Kevin has nothing going for him. He cuts class, abuses drugs and flat out does not care. After their exchange, behind them stands the school narcotics officer.

When I was extended seven feet above the ground, I knew we had succeeded. My two bases were in front of me and my backspot was behind me. I heard the familiar counts of my backspot “one, two, three, four”, I bounced and pushed myself up into my bases waiting hands, “five, six, seven, eight”, I straightened as my bases lifted me up to chest level. I locked my knees and stayed tight. I put on a smile and looked ahead. I felt my backspot release her hold on my ankles. I heard her voice once again, “extension, one, two, three, four”, I brought my hands down to my sides and focused on staying tight as I slowly rose, “five, six, seven, eight. I was all the way up. Then a few moments later I heard the counts as they brought me to chest level then back down to the ground. We had done it, we had hit the stunt and did an extension.

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.

On February 27th, a plane heading to San Jose with five people on it suddenly crashed in southern California. The two houses it landed on immediately erupted into flames because of the jet fuel. Luckily, no one was in those houses, however three out of the five were killed on the plane, while the survivors just had injuries. The people on the plane had consisted of a husband, wife and three teenagers going home from a cheerleading competition at Disneyland Adventure Park. The competition is suspected to be the Jr. USA Nationals, but unfortunately will not be a celebration to them anymore. The names of the people have not been released at this moment. Many bystanders of the crash have taken to social media to share the horror of what has happened. Undoubtedly, the passengers will never be the same again.

The second day of my practice I felt that I had made some progress towards my goals of improving my time management and getting my documenting done earlier and providing relevant healing initiatives for my client.

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose!”-Dr. Seuss. College is a choice where you chose what you want to do in life. How you want to direct yourself in succeeding in that goal. You might be someone that doesn’t chose to go to college, which is whatever because college isn’t for everyone. College brings us new opportunities in life. I was very interested in Augustana University during the college fair because they have sports, many majors, study abroad, and more!

I have a hard time recalling my early writing instruction, but what I do recall was not pleasant. I struggled with words, writing and reading for much of education so writing was not my favorite thing to do. However, I do recall the need for perfection that was so frustrating, as it was a struggle just to produce the imperfect stuff. We did minimal work with the five-step process, prewriting, writing, revise, edit, and publish, until I was in high school. Currently, this is something that is being introduced at a much lower grade and in different ways to engage students. Also, certain aspects of writing, such as spelling, are not required to have perfection

i apologized about this , I didn't realize it was that many hours he, but I know there would be some over time this week we had couple of incident , the day we had to do Eric and ken write-up I had him site in both , also the Sunday training added to it , he also went over Tuesday when we did the Ops meeting , this is not the norm I will keep the hours in check

I cannot recall an instance in which Ely has not been by my side. The baby blue plush elephant takes me back to sketching masterpieces on the stark white kitchen walls using my 64 pack of Crayola crayons with a sharpener. She represented innocence in its entirety; I was her troublemaking best friend. My bright blue eyes mirrored her powder blue skin perfectly, and her yellow pajamas echoed my unruly golden mane of curls. Her design was based upon the drawings of the Beatles' John Lennon. Coincidentally, I've developed a passion for music and art as a form of self expression. We were an impeccable match.

For the first scenario, I would make sure I have the resident’s attention before speaking. I would state the resident by his name and introduce myself. I would ask him what is wrong and wait for a response. Then I would ask him who is Mork and Orsen. I would make sure that while I spoke to him, I remained eye contact. I would try to remove the cigarette by asking him if he could share and then throw it out. If that does not work then I would try to give the resident his favorite snack in exchange for the cigarette. Then I would ask him where he received the cigarette. I would then ask the resident if it was okay for me to assign him in get dressed. Once I have finished helping the resident, I would ask him if he would like to visit his friends,

It’s really hard to try and be a normal, functioning person when you’re constantly reminded of something that happened years ago. It’s hard to even try to make sense of it when your brain blocks out things it doesn’t understand. Did I consent? I don’t think so. Did I say no? I don’t remember. I felt like I said no. I don’t remember. I felt like he pressured me. It didn’t feel good. It hurt. Sometimes I can still feel it happening, which is hard to try and hide when you’re in public and you can feel the pressure of someone who was once there.

When one survives an apocalypse the world around them is bound to have changed since they lived a normal life. In the first few months of survival you will remember your past like it was yesterday, because it hasn’t been too long since it was yesterday. As the months go on, though, I expect you would find the memory of your past world and life starting to drift away. That’s why, as my first non-survival item I would take with me during the apocalypse, I would be bring the book “Fangirl”. The book tells the story of college freshman, Cath, who is a fan of a famous fictional book series. Although I adore the book and it’s plot, that would not be the reason I would bring it with me. I would bring it with me to remind

It told me some of the things that are going wrong economically in our government and what we need to do to fix them. One of the passages that caught my eye was our debt. We are up to our ears in it, and we're doing absolutely nothing to fix it. This is why we need to cut our freedoms and raise all taxes through the roof to start paying our debts, but by doing so we'd have to vote for someone who is going to do this. You will never hear of a candidate saying he is going to raise the taxes five times more than they already are and still get votes from the people. We are a greedy nation who will accept nothing but free and more