Personal Narrative: The Trailer

It was just me, my horse, and the four judges, who were there to critique my every single move. I probably looked like an ant standing alone inside such a large area. My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it beating in my ears. Thump. Thump. Thump. I tried to block it out in order to concentrate on the task at hand. The announcer calls for 805, which was my show number, and up to the first cone I went. I knew that pattern better than I knew my own name. The arena smelled so fresh and clean. I could see the perfectly straight drag lines from the tractor, since I was the first one to go in my class. This was the moment that I had been waiting my entire life for. While waiting at the first cone, the pattern was soaring through my head. Trot to the first cone and stop, then do a turn to the right. Over and over again I kept repeating it silently to myself. Finally, the judges nodded for me to begin, and I started the best pattern

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

Morgan had not a clue how to ride the four legged real barn animal. She was very comfortable with pretending that she was the best competitor in the world with her plastic barn animals. We stepped into the barn where you can see stall after stall of neutral colored horses. My horse, Austin, was black, and a little undersized, and perfect for a beginner. She couldn’t wait any longer, so as soon she got on the horse, she told me It felt natural, she wasn’t scared. It did not take her very long to learn how to steer the majestic earthly creature. The more she coiled around the barn the wider her smile got. After a while she settled getting her own trainor.

Just so you know, this is the Big Apple and I rule this town. New York City is filled with tall buildings, great culture, and historical sites. No other city has so much beauty that it takes your breath away; yet, there is a real danger that lurks on the streets. I should know because I am Detective Michael Morgan a United States Super Spy in charge of capturing dastardly villains who are set on destroying our world. Armed with mind-altering powers, Alex Higgins is on the top of the FBI’s list of the ten most wanted men in America. This thug is one of the greatest danger to our world and must be captured and jailed in the vault of death. There is no place safe for him to hide from the law and rumor has it, he is in my town. You break the law here in New York City, you pay the ultimate price: freedom.

I’m fairly new to the adult romance genre, and after reading a few that I adored I got a blogger friend of mine to give me some recommendations. On her list of recommendations for romances that are more rom-com was Melissa Foster’s The Real Thing. This was my first Melissa Foster book and I absolutely loved it! I’m so glad I decided to pick up this one as one of my first picks. he Real Thing takes place in a small town called Sugar Lake and features Zane and Willow who have a somewhat complicated history. I loved that they technically started out as friends and kept in touch all those years before getting together as it just made their chemistry and relationship all the more steamier and swoonier. And while the fake relationship trope was used

At the 2016 Kansas State Fair, I was the leader of my small show team. The eldest and most experienced, Madeleine and Rylynn were cheering me on through each class. I had already had a wonderful time, winning reserve champion in my equitation class, making pleasure finals and placing fourth in hunter under saddle, horsemanship was my last class. There were 40 in my class, and I was twelfth in the working order. Maddie and Ry sat on the other side of pen happily eating soft pretzels, eating up pattern after pattern. I walked in the small warm up arena as much as I could, I was terrified that my horse would turn up lame, as he had gotten a cut on his coronet not but a few days ago, and I had scratched him out of trail and hack because of it. Though there had been no sign of soreness from him, I was terribly worried.We worked on our spins, I backed him to the gates more times than I could count, and his trot offs were prompt and rhythmic. Our gatekeeper called my number to tell me I was on deck.

Beads of sweat trickled down my neck and onto the collar of my previously immaculate white show-shirt. It was a beautiful spring day for a horseshow, not a cloud speckled the sky, not too hot nor too cold. Yet, I was feeling feverish with the nerves that twisted inside my stomach. I knew I had failed even before the announcer could declare the results of my flat class. Fifteen horses with riders on their backs stood in a line waiting to hear who would claim the blue ribbon. Number after number was called, and I anxiously perched waiting on Rohan’s back to hear my number, 197. As the number of riders dwindled, the realization that I fell short with my performance crossed my mind again. When the last ribbon was handed out and I was left empty-handed my realization became reality. I patted Rohan’s neck and dismally exited the arena.

My Signature Themes are achiever, arranger, responsibility, input, and significance. Each of these are very significant in defining my strengths and showing me how to best use my strengths in my future. My first strength was achiever and this is representing me as a whole, and is what I use in everyday life. I am a driven person who wants to accomplish many things and I visualize my life as a mountain that I will overcome every day and at the end of every day I will have a beautiful view of what I have accomplished. I use every day in events such as: relentless volunteering, working long hours and everything is done with an impeccable sense of satisfaction after completion. My second and third strengths are arranger and responsibility. These

If I'm in...I'll be All-In. While I'll be the first of family and friends to attend the University of Colorado, Boulder and unsure of the challenges within the campus community, I know myself. I am at my best when I fully commit.

everybody, so it must be our eyes." She looked at me and told me, "You

“Got it? You’ll be fine,” My trainer said with a drawn out ‘e’. She said it in the same unpleasant and loud voice as usual, yet it was strangely comforting this time. I had retained almost nothing of what she said before that, and I knew I was going to be busted for it later. It was almost my turn, and it felt like there was a large rock in my stomach. My head buzzed with every possible thing that could go wrong. I closed my eyes imaging every jump and every stride Stripe and I would take. Stripe was the best at was he does, but he was no prize in the show ring. I had spent all morning making him look his best. I could still smell the citrus tang of the mane detangle and the sweetness of the shampoo. His chestnut colored mane glistened with

It was my first time going geese hunting with a shotgun. I was really nervous to going because my uncle and my grandpa are really good at it. They go every weekend and more than half of the time they get their lemont. Also I was very excited to go just growing up going and always watching them going hunting with guns and i always watched. I was getting tired of it. I thought it was time for me to have a gun and on more messing around as much

The ideal time to ride came rolling around at approximately six o’clock, when a chilly breeze picked up. Unprepared and starting to shiver, my older sister notified us that she was going to grab her coat from the house. She left my younger sister and I to deal with the horses which was easy, or so we thought that it was. Assuming that it was going to be an effortless task, I took my attention gradually away from the horses, and commenced a conversation with my sister. Totally forgetting about what I was supposed to be doing, I did not perceive that Dexter spooked and pulled back on the board that he was attached to. Turning around and seeing him rear up on his hind feet, shocked me and I froze. My mind went blank for a second, and when it came back, Dexter was darting so rapidly you would assume a bear was chasing him. I could see the fear in his eyes. He was terrified of the post he was dragging behind him. Not knowing what to do, I immediately yelled at the top of my lungs for my older sister. Never in my life has my heart beated so fast. Freaking out, panicking, stressing out, I attempted to grab Dexter’s lead rope, but him being a thoroughbred caused an issue. He was too quick for me to even get near him. I knew I had to something to calm him down, I didn’t want him to get hurt. This horse means the world to my sister, and I want to slow him down

The predictions I made were mostly accurate, as far as I know. (I wasn’t very familiar with the person whose belongings I studied, so I don’t know how correct most of my assumptions were.) I guessed the bottle of water, iPhone in a black protective rubber case, and black pen belonged to a middle-class tech-savvy teenage male who might’ve enjoyed writing, liked the color black, was often dehydrated, and held his cell phone dear to him. I found myself thinking the objects belonged to a male just because they were all simple objects, and clearly not a lot of thought went into them. This activity was meant to imitate the sort of thing a/an historian does when they look at artifacts to make general deductions about the past. It’s rather hard to