Personal Narrative-Intellectual Analysis

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

On a sunny, steamy summer day in mid-July, as I passed under a bronze archway reading Rocky River Ranch, little did I know what the future held. Camp life was a 180-degree turn from the peace and quiet I was used to in my calm home. Being an only child from a household with two loving parents, my life lacked conflict. As a shy, introverted person I quickly had to adapt to a place full of endless chatter, interaction, and wacky songs. I was nervous about my ability to make such a difficult transition, but the love and positivity abound at camp simplified the shift.

1. I wrote arguments in my persuasive and literary analysis to fulfill standard one. I used my research as evidence and combined that with my prior knowledge to make educated arguments to support my claims. I spent time going through information and analyzing the information to find sufficient evidence.

On the about last week of March, I, Sgt. A. Walton confiscated an unauthorized Casio G-Shock Gray/Black/Light Blue in color watch that was sent to Nottaway Correctional Center by Offender C. Barker #1421016 family member.

Jerry wakes up in a dissociative state still hungover from the previous night’s drug binge, nullifying the pain with a fluffy, symmetrical line of Peruvian cocaine and a tightly packed bowl of luminescent green, trichome plastered cannabis nug sourced from California out of his Illadelph bong; naturally, Jerry was quite the aficionado in recreational drug use and progressive dependency. As dopamine floods his prefrontal cortex he’s invigorated with a renewed sense of grandiosity; he looks in the mirror, his eyes are sunken in, the pallor of his complexion is ghostly, an apparition of a once revered public figure. He averts his eyes to his many awards and commendations for a brief moment, before the cannabis takes effect. He brushes

Throughout the past year I went through a great deal of undertakings that caused me to become more experienced with my skills and how to overcome various challenges. These really built up my character and the way I am today. In all aspects, this past year consisted of going to Killington, Vermont, my brother going into the Air Force, meeting him in Texas for his graduation of basic training, completing a double backflip on a trampoline, landing a front flip on flat ground, accomplishment of a 2 ½ front flip on a diving board, getting 2nd at leagues, and competing in districts. All of these activities have advanced me in a skill or challenged me to an extent.

All sports require time and dedication to a certain extent. Dance has been my passion and weekend activity since I was three and became a very serious thing from seven to around twelve. I danced at a studio until I entered middle school at K.O. Knudson and dance was my major. I left K.O. and moved to Summerlin where I now attend Palo Verde. I received dance as my elective, being weary about the class considering I was also recovering from a back injury even during my time at K.O. and on top of that knowing I was loosing all of my skill from being absent forever and a day.

“Bro you’re like totally hard-core but sometimes you’re flashing the rambunctiousness!” The two most opposite words in the entire dictionary is what I and many others feel represent me best. Not committed, scary, dedicated or strict but hard-core. Because when I’m not focused in on the task at hand, what can you say? I’m just pure rambunctious! However one of my favorite things to live by is probably why I’m a bit “intimidating” or “scary”, I approach everything I do as if there is a winner and there is a loser. In sports if I give it my best effort and lose, I’m not satisfied. In class if I study longer and harder than anybody else and receive the grade I don’t want, then I am a loser, a failure. But at the end of the day I am human, I do

Most of your posting was geared towards something I mentioned in mine, and I couldn’t agree more. How exactly do we combat the nature of warfare used against us for the last 13 years? How do we counter the ruthless tactics? Using women and children as shields and weapons themselves, seeking shelter in mosques, suicidal tactics and IEDs? Up-armored vehicles and better equipment will only go so far, and while we’ve made huge leaps in the realm of modernizing our force, I don’t believe it to be enough.

At the end of my Junior year, I watched all of my older friends work on scholarships and prepare for graduation. Everyone seemed to know what they wanted to go to school for, and what they wanted to do after they graduated. While watching them, I began to reflect on the past school year, thinking back to the first week of school sitting in the locker room talking to to my friends about how we are ready to be seniors and figure out what we want to do with our lives. But, listening to all the seniors talking about their majors and schools, I began to feel nauseous. I had no clue what I wanted to do after high school. Was I supposed to have that figured out already? I then began to have questions thrown at me left and right throughout the summer.

So, I was reading the 1760 Spotlight on the GA Website and it says you have been at GA for 28 years, I would consider that a long time…what is the reason you have been here so long?

When I was born, my older sister was two years old at the time, and she had already gotten used to being adored by everyone and wasn't pleased with me coming into the picture. This has caused a problem between us that has still not been addressed today. During our childhood and sometimes even today, she would bully and humiliate me. In front of people she would make fun of how I looked or acted and would ostracized from activities. As we grew up, her jealousy only grew. I was always getting excellent grades in school, making people laugh, and listening to our parents. She on the other hand had a much harder time. As her resentment grew for me, I started to resent her since she had made me feel insignificant, ugly, and unworthy of anyone's affection. She moved out of my dad's house at age 15

and she told me she doesn’t like people who tried to influence him about other God or don’t respect her religion and her God.

If you told me a few years ago that I would get on my bike and ride to a different state, and all for a soda and some fries from McDonalds, I would have told you that was stupid, and no-one would ever ride that far for something so trivial. And yet just last year, I would do exactly that.

Living in Wyoming people have the option to experience the outdoors. This being camping, hunting or just exploring. We live in a relatively remote area, not many people and even less cities. The landscape and surrounding wildlife draws many tourists during the spring. some come just to go to the national parks others come to explore the vast reaches of this state.