Personal Narrative-The Starter

I, Deputy Gough received a call reference a white Ford truck driving in the Gamester trailer court all over the roadway. Upon my arrival I spoke with David Vore and Jennifer Vore. Jennifer Stated that Randy was the driver of the white Ford truck that said, “All Good Construction.” David and Jennifer both stated that they saw the truck drive through the yard hitting a slow child at play sign and the stop sign.

On February 27th, a plane heading to San Jose with five people on it suddenly crashed in southern California. The two houses it landed on immediately erupted into flames because of the jet fuel. Luckily, no one was in those houses, however three out of the five were killed on the plane, while the survivors just had injuries. The people on the plane had consisted of a husband, wife and three teenagers going home from a cheerleading competition at Disneyland Adventure Park. The competition is suspected to be the Jr. USA Nationals, but unfortunately will not be a celebration to them anymore. The names of the people have not been released at this moment. Many bystanders of the crash have taken to social media to share the horror of what has happened. Undoubtedly, the passengers will never be the same again.

It was the afternoon of the Tri-County League Championship, or, as Coach Harkins called it, TCLs. Despite the usual mixture of sweat, puke, and sulfur in the air of Reggie Lewis Track and Athletic Center, there was an air of exhilaration. Everyone was excited because we got to leave school at 12:45 and we had practiced all week on the new track for this. My event, the 55 meter dash, was one of the first events. As I was warming up with the other sprinter on my team, I couldn’t help but feel nervous. That day was my last chance to qualify for states, and I needed to shave almost a tenth of a second off of my time.

An experience that has influenced my work and academic goals has been my family. My wife and I have one son, who departed for college this past weekend. His departure was a very emotional event for us because we did just about everything together (hockey, trips, etc). Four years ago, we brought in four siblings under foster care, which is the main topic for this essay. Four years ago, my wife and I were hoping to adopt one child and we were hoping to find a girl that needed what is commonly called a “forever home”. This process was extremely difficult as the system is not easy to navigate (I could be more blunt with this description but I won’t here). After many trials and tribulations with the foster/adoption system in Alaska, I had resigned

As you approach a huge green field with freshly cut grass, swarmed with anxious girls, you start to observe what is in front of you. The field is full of different colored flags; red, blue and yellow that indicate which direction to go. White lines extending across the entire field mark the course you are about to run. Stretching to a spot on the field with the rest of the team, your back turns and your attention goes toward the gunman. He begins going over the rules for a cross country race and ends with “good luck ladies.”

On April 1,2015 I was walking home from school like any other day there was a combination of clouds and the blue sky on that day. My stomach began to grumble like an earthquake I clenched my stomach. I thought “I am so hungry right now”.

My pursuit of Kelly began almost a year before we met. I was at one of my best friends Ryan's house and I noticed Kelly's picture was on their wall. Immediately I asked Ryan's girfirend, Rugila aka Roo, every question she would tolerate to answer.

I am a rather complex individual, but one quality that stands out about me is that I am very passionate. While I am passionate about many subjects, I have great passionate for a select few. First, I am very passionate about entertainment. For as long as I can remember I have always adored television shows, movies, and books. As soon as school let out I would rush home to watch Thundercats with my oldest brother, Mark. During my school vacation, I would spend my time reading. Therefore, my mother said it was hard to keep up with purchasing books for me to read. When my family went to the mall they knew I could always be found in the book store. Finally, I am passionate about Comic Conventions. My oldest brother introduced me to a convention

culture. As a business student, I am no less influenced by money than the next

Before the run, we walked. We gathered in our teams, lined up in neat columns on the one hundred meter start, and stared down the distance between ourselves and the starting line. Every runner was shaking out his limbs, getting the blood flowing, the already tense muscles ready to explode at the crack of the starting gun or the passing of the baton. The sun’s cruel glare beat down on my team’s black jerseys; the sweat-wicking material wasn’t helping much today. Everyone tried to amplify that nervous energy that runs through every bulging artery, every electrified synapse, and transform it into unbridled power. The intensity in the air was palpable. This was the four by eight hundred meter relay: in teams of four, we would run two lightning

In the 18 years I’ve been alive, I can honestly say I don’t regret much. I didn’t get in trouble a lot, I never broke a lamp and lied about it, or any other such childish nonsense. I always thought lying was stupid, so I didn’t do it. I sometimes did silly things, but everyone does those. Were the things I did embarrassing? Of course. But I didn’t regret them.

“Knock, knock! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!” It was my sister, Karla, and her boyfriend, Celestino. It was 4 in the morning and I thought to myself, “What do they want? Its 4 in the morning.” Then I remembered, “We’re going to Florida, right now!” I quickly grabbed a blanket, pillow, and my suitcase. Then, I went in the van so that we could leave.

I neck almost snaps based on how quickly I turn my head, “What the hell did you just say to me?!”

It was a hot summer day, my mom and I went to a local target to get some school supplies. I was bored out of my mind. I saw rows of food, school supplies, cereal, drinks, whatever was on your grocery list. Every person who walked by had heaps of food, water, anything you need. Is there something fun to do I thought, and while I was thinking that, something caught my eye. It was the game New Super Mario Bros for the Nintendo Wii. I was tempted to steal it but thought of an even better plan. As me and my mom walked past the section with the game, I quickly took it from the shelf and put it between two cereal boxes.

It was eight am, a warm summer day, when I woke up as my alarm rang. Not even tired, I stood up and walked over to the bathroom. I stepped in the shower and turned it on, that the warm water ran down my skin and let me shiver. I washed my body and my hair, and ten minutes later, I stood in front of the mirror and watched myself, while I thought, that today would be a wonderful day. So I brushed my teeth and put perfectly make-up on, before I went to the bedroom again. I grabbed some pants and a shirt and dressed me up. After that, I took my small, black hair brush and went through my thick, dark brown hair, that ends underneath my breasts.