Personal Narrative Report

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

that she had a male, Igor Gentsaryuk, in custody for DUI near the 3700 block of

I'VE BEEN SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS TO COME OUT!!! For those who don't know this is one of my anticipated of the year (you can check out my list if you haven't already, I posted it in September). But since this is the last book of the series I don't feel the need to write a very long non-spoiler review. I won't write the reasons why I love this series so much in my Top Ten list if you would like to check that. The series starts out in this futuristic world where a young girl named Cinder catches the eye of Prince Kai, the future empire of the Common Wealth. The only problem is that she's a cyborg, part-human part-robot. For this book, I would give it about a 4/5 stars. I was definitely a great read but it wasn't my favorite book in the series, I honestly felt that Cress was the best book, then

The Meriam-Webster dictionary defines a cheerleader as a person who is a member of a group (typically a group of young women) who shout out special songs or chants to encourage the team and entertain the crowd during a game in sports like American football and basketball. This definition described my involvement itself in my beloved sport, but it also explains who I am as a whole person. In my life, I am a cheerleader whether I am on the sidelines under the Friday night lights, or off the field when it comes to being a cheerleader for my family and companions. At a young age, it was clear to me that support was something needed by everyone, whether they wanted to accept it or not. However, before you cheer on anyone

It was a cool November day, in the middle of Afghanistan. As a medic, I was sitting outside my make shift aid station with one of my buddies sharing stories about home. We hear a loud explosion right outside of the wire. I looked up and could see the cloud of smoke billowing up from about two hundred meters away. Not knowing how bad the situation was, I grabbed a few of my soldiers, our translator and my aid bag and ran straight to the smoke. When we got there, a group of civilians were huddled around a group of people who were yelling, screaming and crying. The translator found out that a group of three men and three children were walking around a field when one of the children stepped on a mine. One of my soldiers grabbed the mine

We instructed inmate Spradlin to turn around to be handcuffed from behind. Inmate Spradlin was handcuffed without incident. When the nurse arrived, I entered the cell along with Deputy Staton #166. I drew the conductive electrical weapon (C.E.W.) that was given to me by Sergeant Johnson and stayed on the right hand side of the cell. I instructed inmate Spradlin not to move and to follow our directions. Deputy Staton assisted inmate Spradlin lay face down on the bench due to him being handcuffed. Due to Inmate Spradlin following our commands and not acting aggressively, I decided not to active my C.E.W.

Tingling (tick), red (tick), hot (tick), dizzy (tick), trapped (tick), ostracized (tick), taken aback (tick). It started in my fingers. I began to fidget just listening to what was happening around me. Then my toes. I began to tap my feet to the beat of the clock hoping it would help pass the time. As the time seemingly would not advance, my fidgeting and discomfort grew, my anger increased, my thoughts jumbled, my mind became fixated on this one comment that, little did I know, would change my life forever. At the time, I couldn't process what had just occurred. Was this a bad dream (tick)? Do people really think this about me (tick)? Do they even care that I’m here (tick)? How could someone say that in front of

On 12/29/17 I met Ms. Becquette at the office of Dr. Saleh. She arrived ambulating with crutches. She had on an ankle brace and a full leg brace. The pin sites have all healed. X-rays done today showed that there is bone healing, the fractures have not fully healed yet, there is also some osteopenia, which we would expect from the dis- use of the bones. She can only bend her knee to 26 degrees, the ankle she cannot bend it is dropped and contracted, and she is able to wiggle her toes. The numbness she has had to the leg and foot is gone. The EMG has not been done yet because of Mom's schedule. She said she would call and make an appointment soon. Physical therapy is making some improvement. Dr. Saleh said he wants her to work really hard in therapy, he said it would be a last resort to go in and release the adhesions to the knee and the Achilles tendon for the ankle. Dr. Saleh said he feels she can work through this. She is allowed to bear weight as tolerated. The new brace has not arrived yet and is supposed to be in next week. We did address the attendant care and Mom was hesitant to decrease to 8 hours a day. Ms. Becquette will be going back to public school on 1/19/18. Physical therapy will continue even after her return to school.

On 05-21-2016 at 0834 hours I was contacted at the front desk by April Sutton in reference to a stolen motor vehicle and stolen wallet.

I began storytelling long before I could read or write. But it was only when I began writing that I realized how much more complicated crafting a narrative was than I initially thought.

many years ago it was my birthday and as i was walking to my auntie house, there was a women called sherry. she had stopped me and she wanted to know what my name was, and so when i told her she said that she has a granddaughter that name and then we just kept talking and then when i got done talking to her i called my mom to tell her that i was on my way over my auntie house, and so when i got there she was there and my grandma had called she wanted to talk to me, she said “guess what i got u for your birthday” i said a tablet she said how u know because i been wanting a tablet for a long time and i been telling u that i been wanting a tablet. i told her that i was very excited. when i got home my cousin had texted me she wanted to know if

Client reported decrease in appetite starting three years ago around the same time she started seeing a therapist for her traumatic experience. Client reported that she has an "interesting relationship" with her ex-husband. She reported that she feels overwhelmed, angry, irritated, and annoyed by her ex-husband. She mentioned experiences of insomnia due to her ex-husband (she would keep thinking about how to deal him). Client reported that this has been an ongoing situation since their divorce. Client reported prior Hx of SI.

For a while, I had been running away from the terrifying incidents. All I saw were men with big guns and people shooting. Everyone had a curfew. No one got out of the house after dusk. Life wasn’t the same, school wasn’t the same. My routines weren’t the same.

It all started on January 1st, 1735. The day when I, was born. I woke up to my mother waking me up for school. I instantly dressed and made my way towards the school. When I arrived I went to my first class. After my class ended it was lunch time. My mom packed me my favorite food as usual and I swallowed it all like a pill. After lunch we had recess. I loved to climb the monkey bars like a monkey. After recess school ended and it was time to go home. After the long walk I finally arrived at my house. I did my homework and I ate a delicious dinner with my family. After that I would read a book in bed while my eyes slowly shut. That was my everyday life. Little did I know that soon my life would change. I will soon to be known as a Midnight

I am applying for the Occupational Therapist position at St.Amant as advertised on the WRHA Website. From my previous work experience with St.Amant, I feel that my values and the values of occupational therapy align well with that of your organization, such as a client- and family-centred approach, collaboration, professionalism, and promotion of independence. It has been my goal to again obtain employment with St.Amant since beginning the Master of Occupational Therapy (MOT) program in order to continue to support the Autism Early Learning Program and promote independence and occupational engagement for individuals with intellectual disabilities and their families in a community setting.