Essay on Two Months - Personal Narrative

On 08/04/16 at 8:42pm, I was dispatched to 2087 S. Hamilton Rd, on a injury dangerous or vicious dog/injured dog, serious injury, involving a Columbus Police Officer (CPD) being bit by a dog and shooting dog. I arrived at the location. I was advised my CPD personnel that the CPD Officer that was bite was transported to the hospital and that the dog was still breathing. I was escorted to the area where the dog was. The dog was on the ground, next to the dog was dog owner Jackie Fate. I was unable to see any visible injuries to the dog, the dog had shallow breathing. I asked Ms. Fate to wrap the leash around the dog’s mouth to prevent the dog from biting her or me while I placed the dog on the stretcher. Ms. Fate complied, I slowly guided the dog on the

Getting on our plane was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to, especially since my dad couldn’t come with us that day. December 8, 2010 was the day my family decided that moving to America would give me and my brother many more opportunities, keep in mind my parents hadn’t told us that we were moving to the US. I remember I had been hugging my dad saying goodbye to him and my mom had to come and grab me away from him. His face was through the window was the last thing I remember seeing before buckling my seat belt and laying down on my mother’s shoulder. Once we had landed my mother woke me up and said to me that I should help out with the luggage and the other belongings we had to take. The night went by probably faster than

In the months, weeks, and eventually days leading up to my flight to Germany the panic was gnawing away at me. Despite the fact that this wasn’t the first time I was venturing out without my parents or even my first time on a plane, it was my first time for a myriad of other experiences in my life. My first international adventure, my first time living with a family that wasn’t my own, and my first time being surrounded by people speaking a different language; all of which began with a simple decision to cross the threshold between the jet bridge and the plane.

What I did this summer. That`s a good question to be honest, I did a lot of things that were considered fun for me, like shopping, hanging out with my family, hanging out with my friends, going to the beach, the water park and much more. But I will only break it down to two or three of my favorite things I did this Summer, so stick around to see what my favorite things about this Summer were.

I did not meet with Pt. , I was paged by Lisa Micciulla, front desk in the emergency room to please come to the ED concerning an "urgent" situation regarding this Pt. When I arrived in the ED registration area an MGH Security personnel stopped me to talk with Pt's daughter, Charlene McDonald. Pt's daughter explained she was not being allowed to see her father, who she understands was brought to MGH for surgery after a fall. Explained to Ms. McDonald, I was aware of Pt having a gaurdian, and that there was a court ordered visitation schedule between Ms. McDonald and Pt. She reported this was an extreme situation and she showed me text messages she had sent to Pt's guardian, Attorney Tine Hajjar. I advised I could not allow Ms. McDonald access to Pt. Based on the order from probate court. Ms. McDonald has visits with Pt on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday 11:00 a.m. -4:00 p.m.

Over my Thanksgiving Vacation I did a lot of stuff like cook. I got to cook some of the food but my grandma cook the Tuckey and all of the stuff that I did not like. She cooked gravy, stuffing, green bean casserole and yams. when she was done cooking all of that I cooked all of the stuff that I did like ham, mac a cheese, deviled egg, apple pie, pumice pie When we were both done cooking all of the food, it was 5:00a clock and I was so glad that I got to eat because it smelled so good. I was very hungry. When we were done eating the Thanksgiving food, we had a lot of left overs we pat I a way. Then we watched the parade on TV. We record it and it was so cute to watch

We moved through security briskly. I had never flown before and now I was going to do my first trip solo, across an entire ocean. I clung to the lanyard that had my ticket and passport tucked in safely. My mom bought me a sandwich and bottled water from the Sub Shop. We sat at the gate for hours. It wasn't until the lady came over the speaker, squawking "We're ready to board Continental Flight 5478 non-stop service to Heathrow in London, England". Instinctively my hand reached out to grab for my moms, and she grabbed back. I was the first to board the plane; I guess they didn't want me to change my mind. I hugged my mom for a long time before the flight attendant that was to take me onto the plane coughed a little disrupting our moment. My mom whispered into my hair, "Be safe. I love

It was a cool July morning when we headed off to the Omaha airport around 5 AM. I was more than ready to be on vacation, but the thought of going through the airports alone gave me anxiety. When we arrived, the anxiety only got worse. Since it was so early in the morning, not many people were at the airport, so I was able to check my bag in right away. My mom and I headed upstairs to security, where I had to say my goodbyes. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but that was almost impossible when my mom was already sobbing.

The day finally came. It was time for the dreaded goodbyes. My entire face was soaked against my grandfather’s wrinkled hazel shirt. I couldn’t see a thing from the tears that flooded my eyes. I had to say goodbye to my grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins and friends. It was a bittersweet feeling leaving behind my family in Jamaica but the thought of finally going to America overwhelmed me with joy. After saying goodbye to my family, I walked on the plane eager to see what was in store for me. I stayed awake the entire plane ride, taking everything in. Once we finally landed I grew fidgety. My patience grew smaller as I waited to exit the plane. After what felt like hours, I was finally off. I got nervous. I didn’t know what to expect. I

Periods… every girl’s worst nightmare. When you’re young you dream of the day when you get to say “yeah! I got my period,” to your friends. But when you get it you regret ever thinking of this curse, as a gift. Then there’s that moment when your mom says you will get used to it… the truth is, you don’t. You will never get used to it. There is also the struggle when you think you’re done with your period and you wear your, long awaited, white jeans and then it comes back like “Hey!!! Miss me, I didn’t think so. But I think I’ll ruin those great bright white jeans you have been so careful to keep from staining!” You know the struggle is real. It happens, every time. You think you would know better than to wear white jeans so close after you ended but no… it will never work like that. Cause I have no patience with periods. So when it’s done with I’m like “Freedom!!” but it will haunt me for the rest of my life.

The most nerve-wracking ordeal for any singer is executing a solo. Performing in an ensemble can be stressful in its own way, but making an error in that setting is far less of a problem. If one vocalist sings slightly flat or enters at the wrong time, it is hardly noticeable and is typically covered up by the rest of the choir. However, this safety net does not exist for the solo singer. All of the pressure to sing with near perfection falls squarely on your shoulders.

On March 16, 2014 there was a death. The death of a boy named Asher Alt. He was 15 with long black hair, khaki pants, a sweatshirt, and some Osiris shoes. There was, however, something very different about this death, the difference being that it only lasted about 90 seconds, and it was my death. Ninety seconds doesn’t seem like long, it’s only a minute and a half and isn’t ever directly documented as a death, but those 90 seconds of death sure did change my life. Death was most definitely a surreal experience unlike anything I could’ve imagined.

Then I got out of it. I thought no one would ever love me. Because I'm so fucked up. Then you came along and showed me happiness, and what it felt like to smile and not pretend.

Jo has ignored me for the past three months. He's been hanging out with other people, instead of me.

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.