Personal Narrative: Sarah's Baby

In this assignment I was partnered up with Sarah carney, and in this paper I will discuss Sarah ‘s life history, cultural background, her dream, and my analysis of her dream.

Suddenly, something tapped your shoulder, causing you to turn around to see Ryan with a note in his hand and a smile on his face.

I have for months been in apprehension that David would volunteer. Yet, joining the Army will be a terrible trial to me. He joined the Washington County Company commanded by Capt.Willet. They are now at Camp Cummings, the Fair ground. David sold his Pistol, got $25 for it, paid some of his little debts and we are preparing shirts with crochet work. He is very serious and deliberate about it, and the poor boy, he will be more so as the hardships thicken upon him. He was anxious to be called in.

I will never forget the day my parents told me and my sister that we were having

Leaving the station, I was exhausted after spending overtime getting caught up in a major robbery case and writing reports for the day. Looking at my watch, quarter to nine I thought, surprised at how late it was. Knowing that she’d still be waiting, I drove home as quick as I could. Entering through the door, I was greeted by Mary, like always, but this time she looked very worried about my whereabouts.

Three days, two nights is how long we’ll be staying in Portland. First we have to get through the morning briefing, survive the excruciating safety talk on how “Portland is not Salem”, and how “Portland is a much more dangerous place”. These few minutes will probably be the longest minutes of the trip, not including the ride there, but I obtained some audiobooks the day before for this one hour ride. We start to move our bags from our classroom to the cars we’ll be riding in, six can ride in Mr. Abel’s car, our advisor, fourteen on the bus, and another six in the Mrs. Jones's car, she volunteered as chaperone. I decide to ride in the bus, but my friends who were both crushing on the same girl go in Mr. Abel’s car, that was probably the most awkward car ride of the century.

“I’ve always thought you sound reasonable, though I imagine Sir Gawain needs a little direction now and

To his unease, Steaks found himself surrounded by five perplexed looking faces of skepticism staring back at him. He suddenly felt disquieted having them stare at him so cynically. “Y’all just give me a couple of hours,” he said reassuring them. “Y’all see everything will be just fine. Trust me.”

Hours pass, my creativity stalls, I crack open the office door and venture out into the living room. My mom’s on the patio painting. That’s good. I mosey into the kitchen and pour a glass of wine, and drink it down fast. Soon, I’ll prepare dinner. But first, I need to visit Graydon. I won’t be gone long. Just enough time to straighten out what novel he wants me to read and find some needed inspiration. I sneak out the front door, and pray my mom doesn’t interrupt my

The blonde and her quirky assistant stretch their legs as they walk through the airport tunnel. Sarah puts her camera around her neck dragging her rolling backpack behind her. Once in the terminal she puts her stuff down carefully onto one of seats and pulls out her matte black I-phone. Reading the time, she yawns and stretches some more.

We went down to the lobby and waited for them to show up. “There they are,” I said to Chelsea, pointing them out to her. Mom waved at us from across the room and Hannah ran up to us. Once we were all together we went into the restaurant to be seated. The restaurant was a big room that had brown tables with white cloths on them. The glassware was sparkly clean and the silverware was set perfectly. We ordered our food and drinks and talked for a couple hours before finishing. By that time it was about eight o’clock, and we went back up to the room. I was exhausted and fell right to sleep.

Jessica’s hand moved quickly as she wrote down the days Maddie spoke of. “Yeah, that works for me.” She responded, her eyes trained on the piece of paper. “Now what about quiet hours? I have to get up for work at 6:30 AM everyday so I need my sleep. Oh, and I’m on a strict diet so I’d prefer if we could keep separate groceries.”

Within a week, Sarah comes into the office to meet with Thom and me. I’m amazed how large her belly has grown in a short time and she looks tired. On the way to his office, she remarks, “Thom’s a workaholic. He expects everyone to work as hard as he does. Be sure to pace yourself.”

The balance of the afternoon I read a fantasy script filled numerous plot twists where love, betrayal and redemption co-exist. The rich dialogue and lustful passion take me on a wild ride. I write a page of notes and put the script in my “yes” stack. Afterwards, I return phone calls. Megan and I chat about my schedule on Monday. Then, she leaves with a TGIF glee.

“I 've been working here for three months, almost on a daily basis, so I 've grown to know Angelo really well. Please understand, I need time to get to know John better before I can advance into anything other than friendship. But I can 't say I like what I see tonight.”