Personal Narrative: Ryan Davis

Some of the conversation consisted of us being very annoyed at the fact people could not pronounce Ryan Beatty’s name correctly.

Writing about a past experience I had in the ER. I was not able to shadow a doctor this week so instead of writing about an experience I had this week I just changed it to one Ive had. Still made it relevant and enlightening.

I was born on March 24,1999 in Eastland Memorial Hospital. My mother, Shana Davis, and father, Wayne Davis, both graduated from Tarleton University in Stephenville Texas. I have one brother who's older than me by a year and four months his name is Justin Davis. I attended elementary school at Siebert Elementary School. I was one of the youngest in my class and had struggled cause I always felt smaller and was very hostile. But as I started to grow I found myself starting to become less hostile, as I found myself being welcomed as a friend. I began playing sports when I was in the third grade I was always fascinated with football it had been my way to get away from everyday life. When I got into middle school and high school I got

On April 4th, 2001, a young man named Ryan Judge was born in a hospital in Munster, Indiana. I haven’t always lived in Lowell, in fact for the first year of my life, I lived in Cedar Lake. When I turned about one year old, my family moved to lowell. I can’t remember anything really important in the years before school, being that I was so young. When I started school, it was quite weird actually. Going to a place to learn, for seven hours a day. I started to notice how small I was when I saw the other kids. For some reason, they were all taller than me. Most people would think that I was bullied for this reason, but I never was. It has never really become an issue in my life, because of one thing. Even when I was younger, I loved to make people laugh. It

One day I was in class and a tornado erupted 17 miles away. Alex Ogle and William Burnett went outside with me and somebody came by and picked us up and dropped us off on an island. We were stranded on an island. We were safe until the tornado was over.

Interviewing someone you know may be a more easier with than someone you do not know. In this case, I interviewed my friend Matthew Guerrero. He is a sophomore here at Washburn. Matthew's background is different than mine because he is Hispanic and grew up with his married parents and his one brother. That differs from my background because I grew up with divorced parents going back and forth between the two every weekend. I also grew up a bit different because there is a total of eight kids in my family. I chose to interview Matthew because even though we both have two very different life's we are very similar. I think it is interesting how we had complete opposite lives growing up but we both are almost boy-girl version of each other and

I'll start to a time when I was around 6 or 7. I always had the desire to build things and come up with so super cool ideas of stuff to make but never had the stuff or experience to do it. So I always drew my ideas out. I wasn't a good drawer so over time I made it one of my goals to achieve the goal to be able to draw. Over time I got better and better. A while after I received legos. Ever since I was really little I tried begging my parents to get me legos to just have fun building stuff. So when I got legos I was super stoked to get them on my seventh birthday. My Grandma bought a ton of legos for me to play with. When I got them I thought I’d be a super pro and know what I was doing. I didn’t I was so confused and I had such a hard time figuring it all out.

At some point today, I need to retrieve from your truck the e-collar we used Friday in order for me to recharge it. When would it be a good time for me to pick it up?

I have played for Coach Ryan for two years now and I have enjoyed every moment with him. I have also been playing basketball for two years now and I don’t think I would be where I am now today without him. I remember so much from the first year I was with Coach Ryan playing basketball. For example I remember having a difficult time with drills. The drills we did during that year were confusing to me and also made me very tired at the same time. Coach Ryan saw this and helped me make sense of the drills and put me back on track with all the other players. I also recall having a troubling time with moves down low in the paint. One I recall would be the up and under move. As much as I tried to do the move, I still couldn’t get the right footsteps

Grant Carter, he is 21 years old, tall and build. I didn’t talk as much with him, but enough to get an idea of the personalities he has. He is very relaxed person, and easy going. He has same hobbies as Kim. He too loves to hunt and fish. He embraces the idea that any real man can shoot a deer, or catch a fish. He seems very protective, and he takes good care of those close to him. He is hard working too. Grant loves all kinds of music, from Rap to country to rock and rook. Grant had a fun high school career. He sees it as one of his accomplishments. He was voted as best shoulder to cry on in 9th grade. This was also the time he learned how to cook. Grant is humble about his accomplishments; therefore I had a hard time trying to get some

One day a man named Tyler Dawson was on trip to Chicago for vacation. He decided that he would go camping it was during the winter he was prepared and had his equipment with him. It was a bright peaceful day and snow was everywhere, it was very quiet and relaxing. He decided to go further into the woods, he traveled to a part of the woods that no one ever ventured too. It was always very dangerous to go further into the woods, but he was prepared any decided to go venture off. As he was venturing it started to get darker and colder. As he was getting flashlight from his bag he heard a cracking noise. He shouted “is anyone there” with no reply.

My little brother Renz has always been the life of the party, the world is his stage and he is Chris Rock. From the time he was in diapers until now, he has never failed to make comical remarks in any situation or cause mischief under any circumstance. His wit trails behind him like a back up dancer, adding flamboyance to his ever growing rise to stardom. Every trick up sleeve, intentional or not, just adds to his lighthearted personality as he sees the best in everyone and everything he knows. For anything that is thrown his way, he never approaches it with a negative attitude but sees it as a purpose for his amusement.

Today was a good day; believe it or not there was not a time that I did my worst thinking. My thinking was rather clear today and I was able to get all of what I needed to accomplish done. I took a group of students on a field trip to a food show to sample different foods for them to choose from for their lunches next year. They were able to vote on what they liked and did not like. But also my thoughts were directed on a 12 year old boy that attended our school that was shot in the head last weekend when someone broke in their house. My thoughts were how can we help the family in their time of need. So I (we) did a fundraiser called “$1.00 for Devin day” and the student brought a dollar for him. The teachers contributed also, and the art teacher

Devin, a close friend that would later become more like a brother figure that will always be there when I need him. I first met Devin in the 8th grade at Park View Middle School’s graduation. The way we first met was through another friend named Caeden, which we were both close too, and we had our similarities. When we actually became friends, in the 9th grade, was at football practice. He helped me out a lot at the beginning of High School and helps me out a lot today.

When i was little i would think of ways to go into the future and see my future and discover the new comming world. My name is Stephen Brown, I am a 14 year old boy, i have shiny brown eyes and bright red hair. I am a really sensitive person but happy at the same time and i also was scared of birds. One day i was walking down a yellow brick road in the city of New York it was late at night, and it was raining as hard as rocks falling from the sky, I had been walking for hours and hours so i had decided to sit down for a while , as a sat down on a brown wood shiny bench as i looked forward i saw a red light coming from a old rusty house on the other end of the street. As i walked towards that house to see what was in it, i saw a little boy who was walking