Personal Narrative: The House On Ferree St.

As I sat in my fourth grade English class listening to my teacher tell me "you have a book report due in just two short weeks" and I thought to myself how am I ever going to do this? I have never been a good writer and I have no idea where to begin explaining the book "Little House on The Praire" and presenting it in front of the class without being embaressed as all get out.The day went on as I thought about it more and more the bell rang. I ran out to my mom's car and stated "Mom I have a book report due in just two short weeks and I cant do it. She said "why not honey" I said " Im just not s good enough writer" She said " yes you are and yes you can and you will do a fantastic job at it. That is when I realized I am a writer.

On 1/16/17 at 0225 hours my partner, Officer Thebeau #8402, and I were working patrol assigned to unit 3A11. We responded to a radio call of “shots fired” in the area of 814 N. Garfield Ave. The comments of the call stated, a 19 year old female was shot in the hand.

On Monday 6/29/2015 Sgt. Alexander and I was dispatched to the Hostess House located at 6741 Highway 70 in reference to 2 subject, Mr. Burnette and Mr. Jacobs that were renting room 251 and had outstanding warrants.

Have you ever seen the TV show the “Walton’s?” If you have, then you will definitely be able to identify how unique the place was where I was raised. I was raised in North Arkansas in a small community called Onia. In fact, the road that I lived on was called Lawrence Road. It was named this because all of my relatives lived down this road. My Grandpa, who is now a retired Baptist preacher, lived down this road along with his brothers and sisters. The church that I grew up going to was also pastored by my grandfather for over thirty years and it was about two miles down the road. The community bordered the Ozark National Forest so it was very rural and isolated. Most of the traffic on Lawrence Road was mainly the people who lived

This took one hour to drive and it was a daily hassle to get from one point to the other. There was a main street that everyone took and it had about six lanes of traffic and it was barely as big as the main street in George. One car was going this way and another headed another way along with one crossing between both and horses with large buggies were galloping everywhere. It was all chaos. Also, walking is probably coming to your mind right about now but if you were to walk people would steal your billfold from your back pocket or the watch off your arm. On each side of the streets there was always a souvenir shop, a bar, and a motel. It was also normal to see open gutters and people felt free to use them at any time of the day, right in front of everyone. This was all a very different setting compared to my

On April 1, 2000, I was placed into a group home because of my behavior at the home. My dad and I didn’t get along. So he sent me to a placed called Bowman House. When I arrived there the first person I met was a lady name Alexander, she begin showing me around the units. Alexander was called the granny of the units. It was two units for the boys and girls. She took me to the boys unit first to look at the units. After I looked at the boys unit she took me to the girls unit. Where I would be staying. I had the chance to bond with Alexander, it wasn’t something I was trying to do it just happen. I had to stay with Alexander until the staff came back from picking the other peers up from school. An hour pass and the peers came back I had to go

The neighborhood is located on the west side of Manhattan, roughly bounded by 14th Street to the south, 30th Street to the north, Sixth Avenue to the east and the Hudson River to the west. Named after a colonial estate of the same name owned by retired British officer Thomas Clarke, the neighborhood began to rapidly develop in the middle of the 19th century. Its western part became a major industrial and shipping hub in the latter half of the 19th century and new immigrants from countries like Ireland poured in. The neighborhood thrived in the early 1900s but later experienced a steep

I'm very interested in becoming a writer for the Marketplace Magazine. I've called El Sobrante home for over 30 years however; I have also lived in

My brother and I come from the same upbringing, therefore we certainly have similar mannerisms, no different than siblings who are not twins. There is however, a unique

Lots of things affect what it is like to live in a street. This report looks at traffic, shops and schools, public transport, parks, litter, noise, how nice the houses are, trees and gardens, paths and lighting.

This neighborhood has great sentimental value to my family and I and was immediately drawn to this location for this assignment. I chose to observe my surrounding neighborhood block while taking my dog on a few walks around the block for about an hour. My neighbors probably thought I was insane because walking around the block about 5 or 6 times while writing down notes as to different things I observed wasn’t creepy. I drew an aerial view of the block and added a legend at the top of the page. I drew the streets, lake, lights, drains, stop signs and the amount of traffic flow that was experienced at the separate times of data collection. I found many similarities and differences in the physical architecture of West Evans Avenue, South Xavier Street and West Warren Avenue. The drains on the streets of Xavier and Wolcott were in the exact same place on the street. The street lights were also placed in strategically similar places all over and spaced out pretty

“Start packing your bags son, were leaving this joint.” In June we decided we were gonna sell our house in Freeburg and move out to the country in Paderborn and build a new house. We gotta out the house and was starting to build the new one in Paderborn. In June usually do not have much rain, but this June it was like the entire state of Illinois was a lake. It was taking a while to get the house started. We then moved into our camper. Bark! Pssst! Chirp! Was all you ever heard from the creatures living around us at night. Our house finally got started about midway through June. Our new house shot up like a corn stalk. It did not take long and the new house already had the frames up. It did not take long for my father to notice there was something

At the joining corner of the Crandall’s lot was this apple tree along the recess of her property, I wanted one of those apples, searching around I discovered a long metal pole lying in the overgrown grass behind our garage. Sliding through the barbed wire fence, I tried my best to tap down an apple; the pole was much too heavy. Mrs. Crandall’s home sits further back on the property and the garage sit a ways down from the home closer to where I was. Suddenly, her third husband came outward from the garage, insisting that I do not attempt to eat those kind of apples; they were bitter, he explained. Approaching towards me with his hands inside his pocket describing the difference in apples. Now standing beside me, softly and gently stated, “You

Lend and I barely escaped that night, we used faerie doors to help us get to Lends house. At Lends house I met his father. I slept and that night I had a weird dream about what happened that night. The girl I saw looked a little younger than me and was glowing when I saw her in the hallways of the ICPA building. It was the same glowing fire Reth made my arms and heart look like. It was amazingly weird. Reth was getting out of hand now. He made me give him the command of changing his name, now I can’t tell him what to do. Now he could hurt me but, I did it to save Lend. His dad seemed really worried about Lend. I didn’t think Lend had parents but, I didn’t see his mo anywhere. I found out that his dad used to work for the ICPA until he found

A few years ago I looked into hitting the streets of Benidorm and penning some caricatures for holiday punters and also airbrushing T-shirts. I searched around and couldn't find anyone doing it to ask advice so I looked into the legal side by trawling the internet in Spanish - Dios mio. You have to prove that you are self-employed and register at the tax office, apply for a street trader licence, pay the fees and then pay a weekly fee for the amount of square footage you would be using and there was a minimum so me thinking a couple chairs would be cheap was out the question. The other option was to go rogue, get a scruffy dog and pretend I was homeless but that was dishonest and there are way too many cops patrolling the streets for such