Personal Narrative: My Four Day

Since moving to Orillia back last September, I have wanted to drive on my own to Barrie and just walk around the Georgian Mall just to prove my self that I can drive on the high way and I can go any where if I try. When this assignment came about I knew right away that I would choose the “Day of Nonconformity” because going to Barrie is something I want to do for myself and not for anyone else. I choose to go on a Friday because that was the best time for me to go because I have no classes that day and I also have school to be done so I though Friday would work for me. Also, one of my friends tagged along so that I was not alone on this trip. I got to walk all around and went into the stores I want to go into. I never actually ended up buying

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

Delano then pulled a gun from his ankle holster and places it on the table top. --

Sunday stared off with a visit to my grandparents’ house for Easter. I had not seen my grandparents in a couple weeks, so it was great to finally spend time with them again. While at their house, I spent time reminiscing about the days spent at my grandmother’s house when I was younger. It felt good to remember playing in the mud with my cousins and exploring our space. I can make this happen again by ensuring to spend more time giving back to the special place that made me who I am today.

I vaguely remember going to it. However, his casket descending into the green tarp surrounding his grave is something I’ll never forget. Before they lowered him into the ground, we all sprinkled holy water onto the casket. Many people attended the funeral, but they were all just blank faces to me. Recently, I have read his eulogy, since I do not remember it from when it was first read. The eulogy was beautifully written by some of my dad’s best friends. People who knew my dad always explain what he was like to me. He was very humorous; he would always be cracking jokes. Working on computers was his job, and after school, he would coach football and baseball. The next season of baseball, my dad would have been the head coach. Within a few years, he would have been the head football coach as well. Many people tell me I resemble him a lot, except for my blue eyes and blonde hair. Knowing that I look like him comforts me in a way, because it’s a way for me to know that he is still a part of me. I believe that my dad is always with me, sometimes I feel him right next to

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

Caroline, my sister, is the type of person who loves animals and says she wants to save the world. She thinks her jokes are the best, but she’s the only one that laughs. She is always willing to help someone out if they are stuck. She knows how to put a smile on someone's face. Whenever Caroline answers the phone, even if it wakes her from a nap, she always smiles first and then talks. “Because a smile can change any meaning” she always says. She is a 20 year old junior at “UW-Madison for my undergraduate degree in anthropology with certificates in archaeology and classics” (C. Schlinsog, Personal Interview, May 31, 2017). She is very smart, she is taking summer classes so she can graduate early and go on to graduate school. She has a big future ahead of her.

My friend ,Kendrick, is diligent and self-sufficent.He gives his best effort at everything that he does.One time Kendrick and I were at school walking to the cafeteria to have lunch. Before we opened the door to enter ,we was stopped by Mr.Douglas. Mr.Douglas was Kendrick's R.O.T.C instructor who had a high rank as sergeant major. He stopped us to talk to Kendrick about some important R.O.T.C business.

It was my first time going geese hunting with a shotgun. I was really nervous to going because my uncle and my grandpa are really good at it. They go every weekend and more than half of the time they get their lemont. Also I was very excited to go just growing up going and always watching them going hunting with guns and i always watched. I was getting tired of it. I thought it was time for me to have a gun and on more messing around as much

Over the two-day period I was busy. I had gone back home over the weekend to see my family. I left Saturday morning and came back Sunday evening. I had a relaxing day on Saturday but did my work Sunday. I started off with doing my English paper and then I had to help my dad move cars from one spot to his shop. The whole day until six I was working on my English paper. I had written a rough draft but on Sunday I wanted to make it even better so I re-did it. When I came back to my dorm I organized and cleaned my room. I wanted it to look clean so I can work in there and so it can look nice for the week. After that I did some of my other homework and then did the English paper again. Neat two o’clock in the morning I planned everything out for

According to Kottler, Zehm and Kotler (2005), teachers should "spend considerable time and effort building positive relationships with children, allowing their authenticity, genuiness, and caring to shine through. This statement drives what I'd like to be said about me at my retirement dinner. I want my students to say that I was a human being willing to relate my experiences to theirs and that I was their biggest motivator.

My interviewee is a mother of twins who came from Vietnam. Her name is Tran Huang, who was originally born in Qui Nhon, Vietnam in 1976, then her family moved to the capital of Vietnam, Saigon, in 1978. On June 1986, my mother left Vietnam and emigrated to the United States in September of 1986. During my mother’s time in Vietnam, the Vietnam War had ended but the social hierarchy was collapsed and it had left the country in a state of caution. My mother was thirteen years old when she arrived in America. I chose my mother to be interviewed because she had risked her life escaping Vietnam during a time when there was a lot of turmoil in Southeast Asia. If she had not crossed the Pacific and enter into America, I would not be here today and

“Five more minutes,” I respond, while rubbing my eyes, then rolling onto the “cool side” of the bed.

Jordan woke up Monday morning telling herself this will not be a boring day. She was going to make an impact on someone. “Ding ding ding!” her alarm clock yelled. “Another day, but today is an extraordinary day!” she yelled with joy. She got up from her bed wearing only sweatpants and a tank top and she wandered to her computer to check her email, like she does every day. She looked at all of her 24 boring emails; bills, emails from work, and more bills. She hated it. But at the end of the row of usual emails, one caught her blue eye, and without hesitating she clicked on it. The mysterious email was from the White House! “WHAT?!” “Drew! Come here!” she yelled to her husband. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I just got a random email from the White House saying that they want me to fly to Washington D.C and have a meeting with the president!” Jordan said with enthusiasm. “It must be fake” Drew said with a smirk. “No, they’re paying for everything, my ticket, a hotel room, everything”. She said smiling with her jaw wide open about to touch the ground. In 7 hours, she would be meeting the president.