Personal Narrative On Hosting

On a sunny summer morning at my house the annoying birds woke me up as always, but this was not an ordinary day. I was going to my friend Bruno's house. His house was just on the other side of Lake Tranquility. There was two weeks of summer left before we had to go back to jail which is also known as school. I was going to go to his house at 11:50 in the morning. I had pancakes with syrup for breakfast, then I got my clothes on and packed a bathing suit in a bag for Bruno’s house, because he has a pool. I watched Netflix and played on my kindle for a while.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

My workplace host was Nancy Hale, she is a school principal. I job shadowed her on April 27th, 2018, at Arrowhead Middle School. I was there from 7am to 4pm. Her responsibilities are meeting with parents and students about grades and behavior, managing people and data, supervising instructors, and overall, having complete responsibility of the school and its performance. Being the principal is a lot of work because she is always making weighty decisions and lots of responsibility falls on her shoulders. Days she is extra busy she does not have time for lunch. Being busy is just part of the job.

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

The familiar sound of the door opening made me bite my lip and grin. I breathed heavily, faking sleep. Seconds later my eyes were open and I saw strobe lights, a cow suit and a trumpet. Laughing, I got out of bed. My two Chamber “parents”, Rachel and Ben, were congratulating me, and my real mother and father were beaming. I got dressed in a splatter painted, fringed and musically themed shirt that they’d brought, grabbed my backpack and headed out the door, into Ben’s dirty green volvo. Half an hour later I was getting out of the car, and being welcomed by the other singers. Abby got out of a red van, looking as confused as I felt- I kept thinking soon I’d wake up and find out this was just a dream, and that I had failed. But it was extremely real, and everything I thought it’d be. Later today would be hard, some of my close friends hadn’t made it, and I’d sympathize with them. But hugging Abby, looking around at the other smiling faces, I knew that this moment I wouldn’t forget, this moment would be one of my very

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”.

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South Beach On a cold, dark night while packing the car with our extremely heavy luggage and beach inflatables we finally started the car. We made sure everyone was buckled up and ready to go. As the engine came to life you could feel the excitement in the car as everyone

I always hated that bitter taste when I wake in the morning. I dared myself not to open my eyes in my small apartment. I put on my glasses, washed my black hair, and fed my husky Chloe …and that was when I got the call. I rushed to the office to respond as quickly as possible. “When did you get the call,” answered Kyle. “7:30-I think,” I said. We both entered the boss's office to discuss what had happened. “Kyle and Mary, I have some bad news,” the boss said. “I know,” I replied. “Me too,” followed Kyle