Personal Narrative: Why It Doesn T Work

Another way is by paying attention to what is ahead. If you notice a speeding truck drive past you, then try not to focus on the truck but rather what is ahead of you. It is tempting to pay attention to the speeding truck to see what it will do next but it can cause you to crash on another vehicle.

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.

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

My friend Austin was in front of me with his loud Chevrolet truck, going swiftly down the road. I was going far slower than Austin and my other friend Olivia was driving behind me. All of this sudden two men stepped out in the road in front of my car. They lived in an old deteriorating trailer. I was shocked, then slowed down quickly, so I would not hit the men. One of them was short and he wore a flat bill hat, an oversized dirty t-shirt with holes, baggy dark pants that were sagging, and had an unshaven scruffy face. The other man was wearing a superhero shirt, jeans, and he had long thin hair, with a thick patchy beard. Both of the men were stumbling around and looking straight at me with anger in their eyes. They appeared to be drunk. At that moment I was terrified, but I knew I had to act calm. I have learned that when someone is angry at you if you are not relaxed, then the person will become even more angry at you. I wanted to speed off, but I had to protect my friend Olivia, and try not to run the men over with my

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.

My stomach dropped as I saw the white man who was unprovoked run up to the Negro man with a steel pipe in his right hand and hit him at least a dozen times using all the might that his body had. I had never seen a human use so much hate against another human like that before in my entire life. The man tried to shield his face from the man by placing his arms in front of him but it was know use. Randy and I were in the utmost state of shock but I decide even being so far away to run down the street I screamed out to the man but he didn't notice until I was only a few feet away from him. (Randy had also followed me when I decided to run but had strayed a fair distance behind me) the man looked up and immediately took off I knelt down besides the man and check for a pulse then called down the street for help but many were reluctant I yelled to randy to go call and ambulance. The man was unconscious and while randy had gone I repetitively tried to regain his consciousness but lightly tapping him on the faces and asking him if he was able to hear me. However he

When the day came I quickly turned into the proper lane and followed. The longer I had  to follow the more the anger built up.  It was 45 miles later when he turned into a gas station. He didn’t use his blinker so I had to make a quick turn around. I leaped out of my car and my voice was most certainly louder than probably necessary.

I gave Jessie a quick lecture on how to use his gun, I'm still concerned that he might shoot me with it, on accident. We were going to get gas for the stove for some proper food because we have been living off junk for the past week. We went down the stairs me leading with my Glock out in front and the others with their torches behind me. We decided to walk to save the fuel that we already had in case we had to make a quick exit. We walked 3 to 4 blocks without seeing a chaser at all, which is pretty surprising. As we approached the fire station there was a man about 20 metres away. I yelled, “Stop! Stop!“, but the man didn't seem to notice anything. As we approached, he started coming slowly towards us. I yelled, “Stop!”, again and again,

There are many avocations that I would chose from. But, more specifically, I would aspire to be a unique, “at home style” photographer. Being able to capture simple moments in a strange place like Elsewhere seems so interesting to do. Each day I would grab my camera, go outside, stroll around and observe nature. I would be able to go outside and capture moments of people, the warm sky, or anything that I would want to. The thing is, there are no limits to photography

I believe I was not created equally. When I open my eyes to this strange world I feel an urge to run and hide. I am not safe there is no escape.

It was finally the end of third period and everyone eagerly left class to go to lunch. I wasn't a big fan of lunch because I had no one to sit with witch made me stand out in a crowed making it easy for my tormentors to track me down. "Hey loser" someone snarls from behind me. I turn around to find myself facing Laurie, she's always picked in me for as long as I can remember no after awhile she someone found herself a boyfriend who started doing the same.

I slammed on my brakes and when I opened my eyes, I was no more than an inch away from hitting a fence. I sat frozen for a minute. I took a deep breath I looked out my right window to make sure the other driver involved in the accident hadn’t left the scene. Sophia and I got out of my car and noticed the right backside door of my car was completely indented and part of my tire was missing. That was when I realized what had just happened. I felt the rage a driver feels when colliding with a deer that came out of nowhere. You’re angry because you didn’t see the deer coming. You feel bad for the deer and contemplate whether you did something wrong but then you see the damage that the deer caused your car. I threw my arms up in the air and stormed over to the other driver. The other driver was a woman about fifty years old. Before I even had the chance to ask her what happened, the woman told me that a pole was blocking her view of my car and then went on to accuse me of speeding.