Personal Narrative Essay

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

When I joined the military, I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into. It is one of the main reasons why I decided to join the Reserves and not Active duty. The other main reason was because I knew the Reserves would still pay for college while I was only active one weekend a month. Growing up in Killeen, Texas – I was right beside one of the largest Army post which is Fort Hood. I had a lot of friends whose parents were in the military, and two distant cousins who were also in the service. All I knew, (or thought I knew) was they had good money.

I never would think about showing an animal. I decided to go wild and show a steer my junior year, I did not think about showing an animal so big before but it was worth the wild. I knew it would be hard work, dedication and responsibility. I worked so hard to get where I wanted that steer and it sure did pay off. Being successful is something that someone feels when they work for something that they tried so hard on and then succeeded in it. Success is the way I felt when I was getting ready for the show while I was standing to be called in my class and how I felt when I got out of the show ring.

I am particularly proud of the fact that I did well in my event during track season. I was asked by the track coach to run in an event that I have never done before--300 meter hurdles. At the beginning of the season my times were slow and my technique was poor. I watched the other hurdlers and emulated their effort. I took direction from the coach. As the season progressed, my times steadily improved. At the end of the season I competed for a spot in the regional finals. I am happy that I competed even though I didn’t make the finals. This experience demonstrates my self motivation, my ability to overcome stress and a degree of competence I didn’t know I had in a sport in which success is largely determined by individual effort. At

"We have visual on Shepherd and LAMB leaving the house," Eli, the head director of this operation, and every other control worker in the headquarters was relayed the agent's message through their personal headsets. Eli peered intently at the giant, central screen in the center of the darkened headquarters, lit only by dim overhead lights and the electronic glow of tens of computer monitors and control boards. On the screen, Eli watched the live HD video relay a visual of a young girl take the first step out of a red brick house. Behind her, as expected, a snow, white lamb stepped out of the house as well. Eli took a gulp of his coffee, laced with an extra shot of espresso in special regards to the big day ahead of him, pressed the intercom

It was late, but that's when the woman preferred doing her workouts. Yoga seemed the perfect way to end a day -- stretching, relaxing, ...... . She walked onto the large mat and stood in front of the mirrored wall. She removed her black jacket and let it fall to the floor next to her. She felt slightly self-conscious in only a loose tank top and bun-hugger shorts, but she knew she'd be alone. She began by doing a few simple stretches before moving into her yoga positions. She began with the Downward Facing Dog. She closed her eyes, feeling the stretch along the back of her legs. From this position, she moved her feet farther apart and brought her hands to grasp her ankles as she moved into the Wide-Legged Forward Bend. She let her head hang,

I believe in having responsibility for my actions for the rest of my life. Responsibility can earn me a ton of things, such as money and treats. If I do an action or sometimes help my mother with an action, I gain a dollar or two or my mom gives me a treat, like Sweet Frog’s. In this case, I wouldn’t mind being responsible because it involves something that I care about dearly.

Hello Mr. Garcia this is Sasha Arcaya id number 0039478 i was in the dance magnet and was going to be a 10th grader First i would like to ask to please hear me out. Around august 21 i switched schools to Southwest Miami senior high school and i deeply deeply deeply regret it. i dont belong in a school like that i am a very classy lady I DON'T act like most girls their, leaving MAS was the worst decision i have ever made in my life! I made my mother cry she hated southwest she thought that i was going to become a bad person. I had all of my friends at MAS when i started southwest the first day i got bulled really badly in mas i was at home. i honestly don't know why i left, i left for the JROTC program in southwest but is that really worth it?

When I was younger I was a killer. My mother would walk the aisles of the grocery store searching for our prey. She would single out the biggest in the pack, feel for the most tender, and strike. She’d fight with the other hunters for ownership of the animal, throw them in her cart, and carry it home to her young. Unlike the normal hunter, we had to prepare for our feast. With the meat in the center of our table surrounded by asparagus, mashed potatoes, and gravy, we prepared to pounce. “You may now eat”. Everyone grabbed and clawed for their piece. Snarling and refusing to talk, we shoved the mighty kill in our mouths. We were merciless. Our feast was over just as fast as it had begun. We wiped our mouths and put our murder utensils in the dishwasher, hoping to hide what had been done. The night continued casually, as if nothing wrong had been done.

The day we found out that my grandma was battling cancer for the second time, my parents didn't want me to visit him in the condition that he was in. but finally I told them that I just need to see my grandpa and they were right, I didn't want to see him like that, they had him strapped to a hospital bed, and wouldn't let him up. You could tell my grandpa didn't want to be in there he couldn't even speak but by the way he was grabbing us in the sense of “let me leave”. I just knew this was bad. S few weeks later they sent him to a hospital home, and we went to go visit him he was doing GREAT he was walking talking eyes open and watching the Sunday night football like he usually did, cowboys were his favorite team. I was so happy for him and me that I wasn't going to lose him and I knew in my heart that he was getting better.

In the summer of 2013 I moved in my dad’s house for the summer to learn how to cook. Moving from Cherokee, AL to Florence, AL was a stressful move. My Mother and I agreed it was best I learn from someone that has being in the field for over 15 years. The game plan was to go work with my dad a Dale’s Steakhouse with my dad all summer. I made sure I grab my notebook and plenty of pencils so I can ask him questions.

The darkness consumed my cousin, but not completely. A part of me did not want to believe that she committed a mass murder and maybe, just maybe it was someone else. But the proof that the police needed was all there. We weren’t that close but it pained me to know that someone who i thought to be as a kind and caring person could kill people.

Where I want to start telling is the day I broke the family. It was christmas, the happiest time of the year for a teenager, receiving presents -or money- from anyone and everyone. We were at dinner when all D.B could talk about was his crumby book, it’s nice and all but just because he has money doesn’t mean he has to talk about ALL the goddamn time. Tonight I wanted to go to the hamburger joint for dinner tonight but of course D.B wanted to go to this fancy new restaurant so that’s where we ended up going. D.B always gets what he wants, ever since he was a child, he was the kind of kid that every parent and teacher loved, he was so intelligent and courteous and compassionate UGH! What a brown noser. I could not stand to listen to one more minute of my brother D.B’s goddamn successes and accomplishments, blah blah blah, so he wrote a book, a book about a stupid kid and his goldfish, for that he makes money? Any dummy could do that. Half

Imagination is a unique trait to everyone. Not everyone imagines the same things. To think beyond the norms of the world is an eye-opener. When falling into hard times I would imagine a place beyond the boundaries of my abilities. Grasping the feeling of imaginary to make it a reality.

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and