Personal Narrative: The Case Of Trenton

“I made contact with the family. Made contact with the school. Went to the home of the family and saw the home.”

This will be my last post in not only All Sports but in any sports forum. I told Sohil Majdi a week ago that I am no longer going to comment regardless if the Patriots won or lost. The text is saved for anyone who needs to see it.

Cornered, Terrified, and feeling the despair of the situation creeping in, I was numb. Staring at Drew and trying to grasp the situation, a flash of rage overpowers my anguish as I suddenly have a flashback of Drew welcoming me into the squad with open arms. The warmth of that time would be heaven compared to this agonizing heat and sand blasting into my face. Now though, here he is in my arms, with his pulse slowly fading. I get snapped out of it by gunshots followed by hoarse screams. We were being subdued, I had to think fast. My heart was racing out of my chest, wanting to escape this hell but my eyes scanned the situation. For a split second, everything seemed to be in slow motion and I sensed danger and instinctively ducked. Something grazed my hair, I look up to see a bullet zoom on by. With nowhere to run and location found out, I had to plant my feet and fight.

My friend Mason’s Mom took me and Mason to Cedar Point at nine in the morning. We had to drive over a long bridge to get there. We saw signs with funny jokes on them. By the time we got there it was packed we finally found a parking spot.

As someone who was raised on stories about American revolutionaries, I have always admired the “Great American Heroes.” After all, my history classes were filled with passages about George Washington, who dared to defy the great British Empire, Susan B. Anthony, who dared to fight the patriarchy, and Martin Luther King Jr, who dared to resist segregation…

Growing up in the small town of Livingston, Texas where the best thing to do on a Friday night was to watch the football game, or hit a long back road in the middle of nowhere; I learned who I was. In this town, everyone knows everyone and it’s hard to do anything without the whole town knowing. This has molded me into a loving, and spontaneous person who works hard for everything I desire. Livingston has grown so much since I can remember. The people, despite change in population, have always been the same. This community is so positive and kind-hearted and you feel as if you’re friends with just about anyone you meet. The environment I was raised in has always been strict, but in the long run has helped me prioritize what’s important in life.

In the years that it was open, Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary seemed like a horrid place to live. If I were an inmate sentenced to spend my life at Alcatraz I would try to escape too. I think the three men that attempted to flee in the summer of 1962 were all highly intelligent. They came up with a very intricate, flawless plan, but I believe that the trio’s chances were too small, given their limited resources, to have successfully pulled off the escape. If there was anyway they made it out alive, I think the two skilled swimmers, Clarence and John Anglin could have done it while dropping the weak link, Frank Morris. I think the most accurate information there is about the men’s fate is the picture shown above. Although, the picture that the

During my sophmore year I recieved a letter from Rensselaer that simply stated the school had seen promise and was interested in me. At the time, I had never heard of Rennselaer or even considered going out of state for college. However, my curiosity took over and I looked through the school's website. I marvaled at the fantastic oppertunities RPI had in store for students in the STEM fields. I always knew that I would go to college in a STEM field but Rensselaer opened my eyes the distinct and individual paths that science can take me. Through further research, I began to see myself falling into the community of students that seemed to thrive in the rigorously intellectual enviroment of Rensselaer. Most importnatly, I connected with the school's

It was a right of passage where I grew up. Beer cans littered the backroads and glistened in the moonlight. For miles around country music filled the honeysuckle perfumed air, boots hung out the passenger windows, and mud flung off the tires when we hit the highway burning rubber as far as the tires would let us. Those nights we spent on gravel roads making memories with long time friends are irreplaceable but it all changed in a split second on a beautiful, warm, and sunny morning. When my phone rang and his Moms voice came over the line and all I heard was "He's gone." Before the screaming started. It took me a while before I realized it was me screaming and I sat on the floor and waited for him to call. I thought if I waited long enough

Tyke On August 20, 1994, an African elephant went berserk and killed her trainer. She escaped and tasted freedom for what was only a few seconds until she was shot eighty-six times. How can we blame her for the numerous years held in captivity in the circus, where she was abused and neglected? Will we ever learn from our mistakes?

me, since at every opportunity I upheld my convictions. Thus, I discovered the potency of

Shackled feet drag across a cold tile floor reluctantly, moving one after another. Tired eyes open to look widely upon the small door window, while the body they belong to nearly lose fingernails to the scratching of thick glass; its hands carelessly leaving streaks and turning red. To whom does this maddened mind let roam about...

I have started a number of programs that were established to create a safe and supportive school for all students. One program I developed was called, “Justice Needs a Hero.” A student I was teaching confided in me that he was the victim of a hate crime in the school locker room. I was so outraged I had to do something to try to provide a safe outlet for this young man who was beaten and emotionally scarred to once again, feel safe in our school. Together the two of us found other students who felt the same way he did in our school, district and the surrounding schools. I put together a day of activities, information and a community/school support team that could assist these students in navigating their way through our schools and difficult

Yes she actually did. This was done by, giving us actually play to make the secession entertaining. These games were pretty cool and very interesting and I commend her for actually trying something new. The first game revolved around her parking us up into groups and asking us to state “what would we do if our client asked us to pray for them”? That went well, and it seemed as if everyone was having a blast. The last game we played consisted of the category “multiple relationships”. And this particular game revolved around a question that stated “ You’re ending a professional relationship and someone sends your flowers every Mon and Fri, how would you feel about it”? That was a great game to play, because it made everyone laugh and showed that

When I was younger, I can remember my anticipation waiting in line with my family on a warm Sunday afternoon. There were lots of kids around us waiting to walk through the red gates and they seemed to be just as excited as my brothers and I were. When it was our turn at the gate I would stand on my tippy toes and peek my head over the counter to look into the small booth where the smiling lady stood. My face was hit with cool air from the air conditioning as I looked around. The nice lady always smiled and handed me sticker. On the sticker it read, “Fort Wayne Children’s Zoo” and had a lion and some zebras, along with other animals on it. I’d smile and press it onto my shirt. Then, I grab mommy or daddy’s hand and gleefully walk through the gates into the crowd of people.When I was little the Fort Wayne Zoo was a mystical place where I could travel all over the world in a single place, but as I grew up, I have realized that zoos are nothing but an animal jail where creatures are locked up so they never see their true roots or get to feel real natural instincts.