Personal Narrative: Team Fire F

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.

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

It all started at the beginning of tryouts. The week of excitement and nervousness. Everyone was already making guesses on who was gonna be on the team. Then so it started, the first day was pretty easy and so was the next. The third was conditioning day, which was the worst. Then the last two days were fairly easy too. But those days were the most nerve racking. Those were the days when the cuts were made.

It's been an interesting year so far, and it looks like it is about to get even more interesting (more about that in a moment). What I wanted to write about in this here journal of mine is a new brand of shoe that I just purchased; they are called Nike running shoes, and I love them. They fit well, are comfortable and seem like they will last quite a while. I just had to have a pair (I think I'm the first one here at school to have them most of the other students have never even heard of them; Neanderthals, I know!). I predict they will be a big hit in the future. Okay, enough about shoes, let's move on to more serious matters, my love life! (just joking journal I have no love life right now). Oh well, I haven't written in here for the past few weeks, I guess I better talk about the events of the month. Let's see, it's October 1962 and a number of events have taken place; some here at the University of Mississippi, some in the United States and some internationally. Many of these events will likely have long-term impact on some very serious matters. Of course, I did not think any event would foreshadow James Meredith being admitted into the University, but, the first Negro being admitted into a higher education institution is an event that has only national implications, while the missile crisis in Cuba, could lead to death to thousands or even hundreds of thousands of citizens in both the United States and in Russia.

My sophomore year of highschool I was not very good at baseball. Honestly, the team as a whole was not very good. We were a young and immature team; we did not have very much success throughout the year. We actually had a losing record that year at sixteen and twenty-four, and that is embarrassing if you ask me. The entire season was honestly a disappointment because we knew that we were much better than that, and the next year we would prove that theory true. The next year the team made a complete 180 degree turn. Although, at the beginning of the season we started with three straight losses; The season turned for the better quickly.

Not that I wasn’t happy with the choices that had led me to this point in my life, but I knew that I was destined for greater things than a “Doc on a Boat”; another nameless enlisted member of the naval medical community serving three years of sea duty on a constantly revolving door of new check-ins and farewells. Working long hours on little sleep and crappy food is what boat life is all about. You are united as a crew by what is affectionately known as “The Suck”; a general catchall term that you can blame any and all problems on and one that you signed on for by receiving orders to a boat. Now there are three types of people that I encountered, those that love and are borderline addicted to the suck, those that tolerate the suck for the

They say a team is like a family but, to me, this beyond true. When I transferred to Northwest Catholic last year as a junior, I knew no one at this school. I was so intimidated about the school year and starting over that I had the fear that every high school student had; fitting in. Fortunately, I had decided to join the cross country team and my worries went away. I was immediately welcomed onto the team and found myself surrounded by encouraging teammates and coaches. I made friends who I believe I will keep in touch with for a lifetime and gave me the confidence I needed to, not only make it through, but thrive in my junior year. I know I have not been on the team for a long time but the sense of unity, friendship and encouragement that

After a challenging move from De Pere to Sturgeon Bay between my freshman and sophomore year, I can officially say that I have adapted well to my new community. In the beginning of sophomore year, one of my goals was to become as involved in my new high school as I was my old high school. I have accomplished that by becoming a part of the soccer team and joining a variety of clubs that all mean a lot to me. For example, A-Team works with other students that have learning disabilities to make social interaction a little more comfortable. In my opinion, creating a better learning environment for them not only benefits all of the students in that environment but it feels really rewarding.

The game felt like a million hours left in the last quarter of the game for b-team. We waited on the sidelines for b-team’s game to explode as, we watched. The a-team started to drink water and stretch a little for the game.

I've paid consideration on what's been going on; who's, what, and so on. At that point, some time ago a day or two ago I had a fantasy: I was with

It's time to go to work. Well, we already have. Tomorrow starts the first day of staff professional development and the first day that we meet the new crop of staff for the 15-16 School-Year. Please make sure you build in time to arrive early. The day begins at 7:45AM for Operations. However, get in earlier. Try to target 7:30AM.

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

As I ran through the field in the final tournament of the evening, with only a few pellets left in my magazine, I can hear pellets impacting the wall behind me. I quickly sprint to the building, spot my opponent and shoot, and cover him in pellets, he’s out of the game! Airsoft one of the more difficult, strategic and action-packed sport that should definitely receive more exposure by the major pro sports league, and will be achieved if the sport was promoted. Although it would be an highly difficult process, striving for a championship trophy would be worth every little bit of effort. Airsoft is often reffered to a brutal and just a game, but the right funding and if people are shown that all safety percautions have been taken then they would

As a first responder who arrived to respond to a small fire downtown. Upon my arrival, I see 20 people with foam-like substance emanating from their mouth. The first thing I would do is to make sure that I’m secured with the proper equipment and using my proper training that I’ve learned as a first responder before entering a contaminated area and before approaching the people who have already being exposed to hazardous material. Also, you want to make sure you test what type of substance it is to determine how dangerous it is before approaching the people. However, it’s human nature to be more cautious on how you going to approach the situation. It’s very important as a first responder to ask questions and have the full understanding of what