Personal Narrative Report

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

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

In May 2010, R-E-A-D (Rejuvenating Excellence & Accomplishing Dreams) was birthed from attending a Mother Daughter Tea and my daughter's desire to volunteer. The keynote speaker challenged every one in attendance to spearhead enriching opportunities for young women. I encouraged my daughter to ask her friends specifically; which organizations they were interested in partnering with.

Every student is excited when school starts. New classes, new backpacks, new clothes, and seeing all your friends is a part of this excitement. The first few weeks are new; no homework, plenty of free time, etc. But after two or three months, school isn’t cool anymore. The homework piles up, the tests are being printed, but how much stress can you take before it’s too much?

On Saturday August 22, 2015 at approximately 1900 hours while working floor B-5 at Hall County Jail I Officer Herman Quintana Badge # 4816 and Officer Rogers Badge # 8207, Officer Quintana doing routing checkup observe that the inmate Griffin Jerry offender # 419881 he had the jump suite half body, other inmates had not jump suite at all, radioed B-5 tower to open pod # 577 Officer Quintana gave them a warning asking to put the jumpsuit correctly, Officer Quintana exit pod #577 towards the tower, when I was in the tower with Officer Rogers looking true the tower glass observe that any inmate complain with officer Quintana orders, the accommodate the jumpsuit the right way ,officer Quintana leaves the B-5 tower in the direction of pod # 577,entering

t all started when my dad came dashing into my room saying “pack up your things were leaving whenever you are ready”. He planned a surprise father son trip out west to see the Grand Canyon and other National Parks. So I hopped out of my bed with so much excitement and immediately started packing my clothes. We started loading up the car to the max with our tent and suitcases. As soon as we finished, we hit the road. The road trip started out as the perfect father son trip, but that all changed once we hit the eight hour mark and decided to take a break at a rest stop. We were coming out of the building when we saw my dad’s old friend Ted. He was a very short man with long brown hair that came with a scruffy beard in dire need of a trim. He

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.

My dad, for as long as I can remember, has always been a big part of my life. All throughout middle and high school we would have heart to heart conversations just father and son. I can remember the warmth of the fire, the taste of tea on the tip of my tongue, a cool midnight breeze blowing in carrying the scent of grass and fresh rain, my dad sitting across the room telling me about the different projects he was working on, and regaling me with advice to help in everyday life. One night, he told me something that would change my life forever: that all the different clubs, hobbies, and sports that I do are connected to each other in some way, and how each skill I gain from each of these different activities can be filed away to use in a later

On 8/25/17, I attended Mr. Barrera’s follow-up appointment with Dr. Dietzel to evaluate the status of his left shoulder postoperative. X-rays were taken prior to him being seen.

“Hah! BALDY!” He screeched. I was sure my head was gleaming like a street lamp as everyone chanted ‘Baldy’ to the moon and back. My chemo had left me as a nauseous, hairless, bag of bones, and my whole school situation hadn’t exactly gotten better either. My cheeks flushing, I shoved my hands in my sweatpants pockets and ran off. I would have started crying, but I really didn’t have any tears left. I had been crying for days. Weeks, even. Heck, I didn’t know how long. Could have been years, but I wouldn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore. I looked up to my apartment window, and my mom was waving me on encouragingly. Thanks the lord she didn’t shout out the window, or her thick Russian accent would surely provoke

Have you ever performed in front of a lot of people? Well I had to at my music teachers guitar concert. It was a big challenge I faced. I was really frightened because there was a lot of people and I was worried that I would mess up. In fact I was so frightened that my shirt was all wet and my hands were shaking. No matter what I did I couldn't calm myself down. From this I learned that I had stage fright, but I was still brave enough to face it.

On January 29, 2018 the dispatcher put out a call of shots being fired at College Villa apartments. I responded to the call and made my in that direction from the station. I was in route when the dispatcher said that individuals were getting into a white vehicle and leaving the apartments. Sergeant Holter was in front of me as we were driving south on Ladnier road. He spotted a vehicle leaving College Villa apartments and turn onto West Park drive. It matched the description given and he followed it. He followed it as it stopped at a house on West Park. He advised that someone was running from the vehicle and headed towards College Park school. I passed West Park and drove to the school parking lot parallel to Holter's position. I found no one in the area and proceeded to go to College Villa. I made my wy to the back of the complex and saw a black male standing outside of one of the apartments.

Her small green eyes glance up into her rearview mirror. The whites of her eyes have turned a pale red and the apparent vividness of them has grown dull due to hours of crying. The air is hot and musty from the small black car’s hours of sunbathing so the cold air blows steadily onto her tear stained face. Her eyelashes are stuck together and her dark hair is plastered to her head as if she had just came up for air in the water. She cranks up her music to drown out the shallow breaths escaping her weak body. Her mind persistently repeated one thing. “Why.”

When I went to Boston to visit my mom I would see my best friend. She is my mom’s boyfriend’s niece, so it’s pretty clear how we met. One day when she came over for a sleep over we got in a argument over a stupid situation. It was about 2:00am we were still up eating junk food, laughing, and playing. The next day, my cousin who I haven’t seen in forever came over, we were both so excited to see each other she literally jumped on me!

Eek! I sounded like a teenage girl when I got the news. I was finally getting to go on the annual trip to Worlds of Fun. My aunts had gone every year for the past 3 years and had a blast every time, claiming that it got better each year. Not only was it a theme park, but when it got dark during the month of October it turned into a haunted forest. I had planned on having a great vacation, and I thought that it would be the best time of my life, but what happened was not what I expected.