Personal Narrative On Hosting

I ran out of the cave with everything I had while wads of what looked like mud landed with a thwack all around me. My confusion didn't last, as a wad smacked into my leg. The burn was intense; It was spitting flesh eating bile at me.

My workplace host was Gerald Kuckleman, he is the county attorney. I shadowed him on April 29th, 2017, at the Atchison courthouse. I was with him from 8-12. The things he had to take care of were things like going over court cases and giving legal advice to the judge. That's not the only thing he did, he also has other important roles he takes care of as well. It is important for him to be aware of all the laws and take them into consideration when he's going over there cases. He also looks into people's previous criminal records to help decide punishments, and see if they were productive citizens to the society.

Today was like any other Sunday I had before, except this time it was different in a way that I thought I would never experience. Today, Daisy, the love of my life, had came to my garden party. She was not alone though, she was with Tom. At first I didn't care, passed right over my head, for she is all I care about and by being in her presents I am utterly fulfilled. But it was as if like a cloud had been cased over the party. Tom was producing a negative energy which did not sit well with the rest of the party. I could even tell my old friend, Nick, was feeling quite uncomfortable with the atmosphere. All I wanted to do was ask him to leave but not with Daisy. He could leave her behind and oh! if that happened I would be satisfied with everything. I would have asked all the

Godaddy.com, where my first business endeavor began. It wasn’t as difficult as others said it would be: find a viable domain name and create a visually appealing website accessible to everyone. Once stringhut.com launched, the only way to go was up.

Last night was all a blur. It was definitely one of the most memorable night of my life. Everyone was all done up in expensive and ornate clothing. I felt so plain in my simple party dress. I silently drifted through the crowd choosing to observe the crowd rather than joining in on their festivities. After all, the only way I was able to obtain an invitation was through work. You see, my boss wanted me to write an article on Gatsby’s party. I was refused at first but my boss knows some things about me that I do not under any circumstances want exposed.

The purpose of this lab was to understand how different solutions played a role in the digestion protein. By looking at different variables, such as temperature, and pH we’re capable of understanding just how certain substances functioned and when they didn’t. The data for all labs are clear and concise and give a clear understanding of what solutions work best. All three labs were placed in a warm water bath set at 37’C to stimulate the reaction as if it were taking place within the human body. This gives us a more accurate reading on how they would react at that set temperature. We concluded why certain tubes changed to the color they did and further explained it. This lab focuses primarily on two crucial

It could be said that my assigned site is the neighborhoods all around the state of New Hampshire. But my main base and where my supervisor or contact person is based out of is in Manchester Usually, before we as a group hit the streets of Manchester and the surrounding towns including Hooksett, Goffstown and Bedford we meet up at the headquarters which is located right on Elm street. There were two options offered to me by my campaign supervisor Elliot Gault. The first was to be an office intern in the offices located on Elm Street stamping envelops, making phone calls and filling papers away in a cabinet. The other option, which caught my eye, was to go out and knock on doors all around the state. This experience seemed more interesting to me because my role has a bigger impact on the voting results this November.

The music pounded from inside the well lit club. It was a place I knew all too well. It had become like a second home to me. I knew it in and out. I had familiarized myself with every person, every dark room, and every corner. My heels clicked against the wet pavement as I ran across the street to the door. The glow from the neon sign that read “Lines” washed over my skin. This place is more than just music and parties. You have to look deeper, break it down to the atoms of its foundation like I did. First, you have Benny, the bouncer. Some people would stand in line for thirty minutes just for Benny to tell them they were not on the list. There was no list between me and Benny. We were past that. As you enter though the main doors, it opens

I woke up feeling like someone had put weights on my eyelids, because I could barely keep them open. Last night I had stayed up late to plan every detail of what I am going to wear to the Rave, what I am going to do at the Rave at every second of the night long festival that is this weekend. Also every other thing that can be planned. I don’t even know who is going to be playing there. The only thing I know is that I am going to be the coolest person with the coolest group of people there.

Everything was planned weeks in advance. Everyone knew what to do and where to stand. The lights were dimmed and the room grew increasingly silent. No one was in open view. The line of sights had been broken and everyone waited. Their hearts beginning to race as the seconds began to feel like minutes, minutes felt like hours. Your own heart felt like it was beating against your chest with a thousand forces. The sweat dripping from your brow. But none of this was from fear or pressure. It was excitement. Taking a breath that, to you, sounded like the groan as if someone just read the most boring speech and a random individual requested it to be read again because they had fallen asleep at part of it. Then it that’s when the true moment came. The sound of the tumblers of the door clicked and turned before stopping short. Metallic jingling was echoed through the wall as you assumed keys were being used to unlock it. The door opened in a normal fashion and in the next second the lights flicked on. This was your que to strike!!! “SURPRISE!!!” The sound of birthday horns and confetti bursts from everyone in hiding. The guest of honor undoubtedly shocked if not surprised so many people got into their room when the door was locked, but that info could wait till another time. Everyone got together and congratulated them on their wonderous day. Then that’s when it happened. “So what kind of cake did yall get?” The rooms festive cheers and

I didn't stop screaming until whatever was climbing me hovered in front of my face. Again, a silvery-blue creature in the shape of a snake was poised in a striking position inches from my nose. Light began to pour through the shape like a disco ball. The snake thing drew back and I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for a strike in the face.

As soon as I heard that the Mayan Scholar had finally predicted her thoughts on the future I immediately insisted on throwing a dinner with her and a few other acquaintances to get an insight on what she thought would happen to the planet of Acirema. I called all the guest the morning of the party and for the first time in what felt like forever, I got lucky when everyone said they could attend. I started preparing the menu early so that throughout the day I could begin to cook. I figured by cooking grilled chicken, green beans, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, and dinner rolls, everyone would be satisfied. With such a short notice I felt as if I was in a hurry all day, losing track of time. It wasn’t long to I thought was the beginning of my day when I heard the first doorbell ring.

With his pleas falling on deaf ears the monster pulled the man to his feet with one hand, still vice gripped around his neck. With complete inhuman strength the creature proceeded to crush the man's neck, bones giving way under the monstrous strength.

Girls perch on the tables like exotic birds gossiping and giggling, a football fly’s above their heads between two jocks in varsity jackets parading their toned muscles. Groups of high schoolers sit around the room laughing. Weekend has arrived and the hallways of the school were filled with tons of kids ready to go home. Every ear filled with the sound of multiple conversations going off at once, lockers opening and closing, music blasting without. I had managed to push past the constant stream of children and to the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As I walked my footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of me in the cold ground. I saw my friends faraway chattering and fooling around. I was stuck in the wrong crowd; they are nothing like me but somehow I am still friends with them. I slowly made my way up to my “so called friends”.

Monday, May 16th, graduation day. It’s 5:37 in the morning and I remember this cause I never wake up earlier than 8 unless I have to, but today I didn’t have to. It’s the day culminating twelve years of hard work and dedication into a three hour ceremony in which I will actually have to do something with my life other than a routine I believe I’ve perfected throughout these last four years. I roll over and pick up my phone, a dim light comes through a slit in my window shades just to remind me how early it actually is. I can’t fall back asleep so I decide to get out of bed. I sit up on my bed rubbing my eyes trying to make sense of the room around me, I may have lived here for 18 years but I can never find the cord to my ceiling light. I