Phillips Summer Camp Narrative Report

As member of the AP club, I help fundraise for AP testing. I help fundraise because I want students to challenge themselves and to continue on to a higher education. I also volunteer to remove cigarette buds from the local park. I help clean up the park because I wish to make the town look well-kept . I volunteer because I want toddlers to be safe from swallowing cigarette buds while they are at the park.

But, this was quickly interrupted with a frantic phone call from the other adult leader. It was so silent in the truck that a I could have heard a pin drop. The other adult leader was quite old and had a heavy foot. This means that he liked to drive fast, very fast. We all went quiet as the phone was put on speaker. The others had gotten into a car crash. He was going about 80-85 mph. Then, a van cut in front of him and he lost control of his vehicle. Trying to gain it back, he swerved for about 500 feet. Soon the truck veered off the road and slammed into the guardrail as hard as a brick. Upon impact, his front left wheel flew off the truck along with other objects in the back. Then, out of nowhere the truck started to smoke. Fortunately the truck didn’t set on fire and they were instantly rushed to the hospital by emergency personnel. Once we made it there we found out that the adult leader had hurt his wrist, one scout had a concussion and a chipped tooth, and the other had a red mark on his neck from the seat

On Thursday, 07/09/2015, at approximately 1722 hours, I, Deputy Stacy Stark #1815, responded to 147 Hillendale Dr., Murphysboro, IL 62966 to speak with the reporting party, Gary W. Darnell (M/W, DOB: 07/10/1956) and his wife, also the victim, Jane M. Darnell (F/W, DOB: 03-31-1958) about a reckless driving complaint. Jackson County Dispatch received the call for service via a non-emergency line at the Jackson County Sheriff’s Office.

It was a bright hot summer day here in Little Pine First Nation, where the events took place. The chief and councillor’s had organized a fun filled day with family and friends spending it with one another. As the hot dreadful heat of the day goes by slowly the community is together as one enjoying the music blasted. The bass was pounding on my concession booth the good old country music that everyone likes. Kids are screaming, parents are cheering, cars and trucks are ramming, horses are stomping as they too are getting excited for the big day to start.

At the end of my Junior year I was inducted in the National Honor Society. Prior to my Junior year as I mentioned in my scholarship letter I without a doubt had no clue to what I wanted to do, after taking medical science, and nursing assistant I knew I wanted to either become an Occupational Therapist or a Pediatric Nurse. Before being a part of Honor Society I didn’t even know it existed, so it truly caught me by surprise. Since the beginning of my junior year I knew that I wanted to challenge myself in classes more than before, that was what I did. When I received the letter saying I was to be a part this high honor it felt like the work I had done all year was paying off. It pushed me to want to do more, so I did. I applied at the UW nurse

On 04/14/2016 at 2315 hours your Affiant was dispatched to 109 E. Center St. Apartment Upper for an overdose. Upon arriving on scene EMS was tending to the overdose patient. Your Affiant spoke with a female in the apartment who identified herself as Tiara Pleva while Stamets spoke with the male who lived in the apartment Aaron Campbell. Pleva stated Conrad shot up with heroin. Your Affiant asked where the heroin if any left and empty baggies are, and needle Conrad used. Pleva stated she does not know where any of the stuff is.

Hello Everyone, my name is Jessica. I have been attending FSW for three years. After about a year of attending FSW, I discovered the paralegal program and have loved it ever since. I currently work as an assistant manager at Dollar Tree but desire to be a paralegal in the near future. I’m excited to learn even more about the legal field throughout this class.

For my senior project I ventured into two different possible careers I held an interest in. I adventured in the art career field and am determining if would be a viable future. This project also helped me determine whether I wanted a future career with domesticated companion animals or wildlife, both of which I love but needed to determine a career focus upon.

I’m going to start by saying we have some very good educators at Durant Public School that, make sure we are well prepared for college. Here at Durant Public School have been wonderful, exciteful, and delightful, I completed ninth, tenth, and eleventh grade here at Durant Public School. I’m currently attending the twelfth grade. Now I’m about giving you a brief summary of my experience at Durant Public School.

As a middle school student gets ready to transfer into high school, students get the opportunity to choose their electives. I wasn’t ready to choose an elective, I was just trying to get through middle school. One day we had an assembly where high school students went to talk about the electives that were offered at the school. As I sat at the very back of the cafeteria, I remember seeing four girls with elegant uniforms. The uniforms are known as “Dress Blues”. They consist of long-sleeve midnight blue coats with folded lapels, white shirts under their coats and black knee-high skirts with some pumps. Two of the girls were holding flags, one was an American flag and the other was a Marine Corps flag. The other two girls in uniform were holding riffles and standing at attention. Standing beside the girls, stood a tall white male with great posture. He was the Sargeant, and the girls followed his commands.

Cameron Academy, the place where it all started for me. The first ever school that I had gone to. It was the place where I learned to fear anyone older and bigger than you because the teenagers there were not above fighting kindergarteners. Where I learned that the safest place to be after school was the office because the fights between the police and the students that took place outside on the front steps of the school were too brutal for me to witness; at least that's what my mom told me. That school was the place where I learned to be ashamed of any art that I may produce, to always keep it to myself, lest I be laughed at by the teachers. Cameron Academy is where I learned that “bad” kindergarteners who were in Ms. Valorie’s class got beat up.

April 19, 2017. I was sitting at the front check-in desk, Mod J, Hematology/ Oncology. Patient approached the front desk stating he was here for his noon appointment with a Dr. Olinski. I told the patient we did not have a doctor by that name, but before we went any further, I asked what was his last name and last four so that I could look and see what he was referring to. When looking into the system, the only appointment I seen was for 6/5/17 with a Dr. Zhao in our clinic, Mod J. The patient stated he couldn’t remember who called him or where they told him to go, only thing he knew was the name Dr. Olinski. Not saying anything to the patient, I tired looking into the patients chart as he stood there looking at me, I looked in the orders,

Before the start of the meeting all of the board member were fed by Jalapeño Tree. I only knew this because not only did the room smell of the delicious Mexican cuisine and they all had cups but they were discussing how good it was. I was starving by the time

The first time that Sean and I met was in the 7th grade at Washington Middle School. Sean was the new kid at school at the time, and when you're the new kid the teacher introduces you to the entire class. The teacher also wanted someone to give Sean a tour of the school, so she wanted to see who already knew him. I didn't know him yet, but when she asked who did I yelled out "I do!" She turned to Sean and asked if he knew me, he said yes even though he knew he didn't. As I was giving him a tour of the school he asked if I actually knew him. I told him no, I just wanted to get out of class. And that was the beginning to our

I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.