F. Scott-Personal Narrative

Michael Scott was the manager of Dunder-Mifflin, a paper company in Scranton, Pennsylvania. The employees in the office would describe him as inappropriate and childlike. He once said, “I guess the atmosphere that I've tried to create here is that I'm a friend first and a boss second, and probably an entertainer third.” Some of my favorite things about Michael are his sense of humor and frankness.

I have often been told that I am irrational, and every time I deny it. Though, this time around I am afraid I have succumb to that label; and not only myself, but my dear friend John Laurens as well. I must say, it was folly on my part to call Charles Lee out on his bluff, but I’ve had an itch on my tongue to blurt it out since Monmouth. It’s as clear as day that the man is a traitor, but how does a great man such as Washington himself blind to the fact? I have tried to reason with him on multiple accounts, and regardless of the swearing he emits, he refuses for me to do anything to him.

Her expansive shoulders lay motionless, Seated with open arms offering its knowledgeability to anyone that walks by. her mind flooded with pure intellect is occupied with Melbourne’s comprehensive history. Before her entry, fixed with boundless glory and pride stands Edmond Barry. Carved with her intricate design to match her exterior, myriad of fiction, mystery and encyclopaedia to acquire ones every need.

The dinner party had just ended and Plum, Green, Mustard and I were walking to our cars when we saw something laying on the ground lifeless. When we approached the lifeless thing I saw that it was my friend Mr. Boddy. Mr. Boddy is a fit man with brown hair, blue eyes, and always wore a suite that the maid Mrs. Blanche White always ironed the night before. When we got close enough to the body we saw that there was a note and a candlestick the note stated "I am at your dinner party and if you don’t find me by 5:30 I will kill you all and make your deaths painful enjoy trying to find me."

It was a beautiful day in early winter 2012, my Family had had a big dinner at my uncle's house, the plan was to go a Blazers game after we had all gotten done eating. I had moved to Tigard oregon with my Mom in summer of 2012 from Connecticut, about six months before all of this had happened. We had no idea where anything was, the only thing we had someone what of idea was my uncle's house and the grocery store, but beyond that we were basically lost all the time. At this time we didn't have a car yet, so relied mostly on my uncle taking us places.

I agree with you in your response to question three. The situation went on way too long. After the janitor was told not to come by the room and he then did it again, I would have called him in and issued a written reprimand for his personnel file.

My family had just moved in the summer of 2013, that meant I’d be going to a different middle school. I was in the Gresham district now, so that meant that I had to go to Clear Creek middle school. Both my sisters went there, most of the teachers knew me because of them. I’d go to all their band concerts and the parent-teacher conferences. I hated the fact that i had to switch schools. I just want to stay at Walt Morey with all my friends and because I was playing football for reynolds. It made no sense to me at the time because Walt Morey was closer to me house than Clear Creek was. I begged my mom everyday to let me go to Walt Morey and she’d always say no. Then registration day came, I was forced to go but I guess it was alright. There were a few familiar faces, but I hated the

For two more weeks I remained in the hospital. Three times every day a nurse brought me a tray with a meal and medication. She watched as I swallowed the tablets, but never as I ate the meal. Compared to a normal sized portion of food, what I was given in hospital would be considered small, but my stomach was far too used to rations beyond small. Most days I was able to eat almost half a plate of pasta before my stomach rebelled and decided to throw it all back up again.

As someone who was raised on stories about American revolutionaries, I have always admired the “Great American Heroes.” After all, my history classes were filled with passages about George Washington, who dared to defy the great British Empire, Susan B. Anthony, who dared to fight the patriarchy, and Martin Luther King Jr, who dared to resist segregation…

THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I bore as I best could, but when the opportunity arose, I sought my revenge. The clamoring he made, both by chain and scream, echoed off the nitre cloaked walls, a tumult of symphonies greatly awaited, and yet I was palpitating with exhilaration. Dull and growing ever smaller, the once vehement torch fought to graze the rugged cobblestone. My inebriate pace quickened, for navigating the gloom was an onerous feat. Fixated on the faint glow of the entrance, the lip of a stone toppled me. Adrift my impaired thoughts and paralyzed by a torrid pain that pulsated through me, I was slow to lift my face from the burning coal of which it had landed upon. The smell of seared flesh permeated through the cavern. I stood,

Scott finds himself in peer-pressure situations constantly, and he constantly stands up for what he believes to be morally correct simply because that is the type of personality Scott has. For example,

First of all I just want to say, no judging, oh and I know what you are thinking, it’s, just get to the point! Isn’t it, well too bad, because I might be talking about, let’s say, dogs eating tacos, and suddenly tell you a story about the one time my cousin made the best taco I had ever tasted, just like that, anyway, here we go. I was getting ready to start my normal day, in my normal job, as a normal 11 year old kid, in a not so normal school, then again, no school really has anything “normal” about it.

He is portrayed generally as a sweet-natured person with a good sense of humour although he can be clumsy and socially awkward. Scott is extremely caring and selfless. He always tries to make everyone around him happy; he never abandons anyone and strives to do what is morally right. In the same way, Ross is also cares a lot about his friends.

I don't know how people can handle living without a furry buddy. I have owned dogs throughout my whole life and it is a wonderful experience! With a dog there is no such thing as being lethargic because you can I find myself playing fetch and running with them. Not only do they make you laugh from doing silly things, but they also are great cuddle buddies too. Its also nice to have a companion by your side so you never feel bored or lonely. I own two wonderful and well behaved, Luna and Theodore.

That day I was at school but was very worried about my little dog Fifi. Fifi was my life, and last night I had found her bleeding a little from her privates. I had cleaned her and set her on her bed with some cotton below her for the night. But today morning, after I walked her and fed her, she seemed okay I had settled her on her bed while going to school. Still, somehow, I couldn’t concentrate on my school work my mind kept going back to Fifi the whole day. Finally when I got home I rushed to her room and opened the door to see her passed out on her bed, when I saw her my heart literally dropped because I thought she was dead. I picked her up to see that she was still breathing but as I picked her up I could hear her cry and I broke out in