Personal Narrative: Mr. Schuit

For some reason, I start the conversation every day, even though I know how it will end, maybe it’s because he is easy on the eyes. Unfortunately almost as often as my conversation, I am disgraced at for making small talk. I like all people do not like being impressed, and having happen in front of you know who, only makes it worse. As the teacher remarks on my “unfortunate” behavior, I can't help but notice my head lowers. Upon the completion of her speech I fight back tears. I sit, sloughing, ankles crossed, with my hands in my lap for what feels like hours, really only five minutes. Then, just as I begin the work, I hear “Fifteen more minutes!” I think to myself how did a hour long class come to only fifteen minutes, time fly when you're having fun, and this is not my kinda fun, then I think to myself I have no time for math problems I have thirteen more minutes. I rush to complete the assignment, unable to move on after I make a mistake, did I mention I also have OCD. To my amaze I complete the worksheet. As I leave the class I promise myself next class would be different. I told you how I have that conversation everyday, so we know how that works

As we close out the 43rd game of the season, the Phillies drop to 15-28. As the pitching woes continue, it's tough to look on the bright side. It's understandable for the fans to be anxious, but it's all apart of the rebuild. I'm here to tell you to R-E-L-A-X. The team is still incredibly young and in the process of getting back to October. Maikel Franco is struggling a bit at the plate. Picking up the slack in the lineup is Tommy Joseph, who has been on absolute tear through the month of May. Cesar Hernandez has cooled off a bit but still playing some good ball. What can't I say about Aaron Altherr? He's everything you can ask for right now and then some. One thing you can look forward to is one of the most exciting

This week I forgot to bring two very important things with me to the library this week. My planner where I wrote down some important things I wanted to talk about. and I also forgot my camera cord. I'll have to send my pictures next week.

I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

On Sunday, August 2, 2015, approximately 1805 hours, I was dispatch to Magnolia Assisted Living, 964 South Main Street, for a suspicious person report. Upon my arrival I met with the complainant, Ms. St John. St John stated a suspicious person had urinated in the back of the building and stumbled across the street. St John stated the subject walked across the street towards the Pavilion, 949 South Main Street. St John advised me he was a white male with a brown shirt, blue jeans and brown hair

I am grateful for Bella. We both play this game called, township, and she often help me on there. She either give me supplies I requested, or help both of us earn reward in competition. She is also able to makes the game playing experience more enjoyable. In addition, one time, I have only until 15 minutes until my challenge is over. However, I cannot produce the product needed within the timeframe. Bella was there to make a last minute “delivery”.

There are few teachers who are as caring and kindhearted as Mr. John Cox. Mr. Cox is a special education teacher here at Potosi High School and it is safe to say that I have known him for most of my life. I have never had Mr. Cox as one of my teachers personally, but he taught my oldest brother, Floyd, from 3rd grade until he graduated his senior year. Floyd is pretty unique. He has been blind since birth and has developmental delays, meaning that he needs patient, understanding teachers. Mr. Cox is definitely one of those teachers. My family was quite close with Mr. Cox because Floyd (and the rest of our family) loved and appreciated him. I remember several times when I was young, when Christmas rolled around, Mr. Cox would send a gift home

The next morning, Mr. Cassidy woke up early, dressed and was ready for the hearing, he was anxious to save his home. Since he wasn’t familiar with the streets, he left the house in plenty of time to find the office in Charleston. When he arrived, he found the building, but he needed to find the parking structure. At last, he saw it on the opposite side of the street and went across to it. While looking for an empty space, he saw one and parked beside a new BMW. When he got out of the truck and straightened his clothes, he noticed Louise Anderson, The President of the Women’s Club getting out of the BMW.

I almost pass out. I go back to the real world and head to my seat. The teacher said that we were going to get a new student last week, but I didn’t think much of it. In the class, the seats are arranged in pairs of two. Jane was sitting alone. The second bell rung and the class quieted down and waited for Mrs. Flaherty to do the attendance. It turns out, the person that I was assigned to’s grandmother had passed away on the previous Friday, and today was her funeral. After the teacher finished the attendance, she looked at me and said. “Hey Holden, why don’t you sit next to Jane? She’s new, and needs someone to sit with. And since Adam’s out, you need someone to sit with.” Jane picked her head up and she looked at me with delight. I could tell she was really excited, because she slightly twitched her nose. She has been doing it since she and I were kids. I sat down next to her, and we chewed the fat for two minutes before class started. Every time we talk, she kills me. She always has an new, interesting story every time we see each other. After Mrs. Flaherty taught us a third lesson on plagiarism, we went up to get a worksheet about plagiarism that was to be completed before the end of class. I sat back down with Jane trailing. We get started and one of the school’s many jocks threw an eraser at the

“Casey, your group needs to do the stunt one more time!” coach said imprudently. It happened March 26, 2015; it was at the end of a two hour practice. During the summer months in South Georgia, it is utterly hot and humid, especially in our cheer gym (a warehouse with no air conditioner); it only has two heavy-duty fans and a roll-up door. With this in mind, my group became slightly irritated. Everyone was exhausted; nevertheless we still had to do the stunt anyway.

It was a monday morning and I was tired because I stayed up all night watching the new The Walking Dead episode. I go to the Detroit Community High School which is a couple of streets away from my house. It’s a pretty decent school and I have heaps of good friends their but their are a couple of losers at the school. I started the day of with maths. Ehhhh I hate maths, its is the worst subject ever especially when Mr. Anthony teaches it. His voice is so boring I have literally nearly fallen asleep in class on multiple occasions because I was so bored. His tone doesn't change he just keeps on talking in the same monotone

) stood there in her deep green missionary uniform, firm as a statue and kind as a nun. Her older hands slick with sweat had a slight tremble as she handed out flyers to New City commuters. My grandmother was my first example of a pillar in the community. Every day she strived to improve the lives of those around her neighborhood. I adopted many of her ways, which has lead me into the field of social work. With my degree, I plan to work with one of the most disadvantaged groups in society, the elderly. Every day when I get up to go work, I will be impacting the lives of the elder person and countless members of their inner circle. This will give me a sense of purpose in my life.

Robert H was my first boyfriend, he was a guy who I don’t remember much about but there are memories we had together that are hard to forget. We used to sit together in the bus, me next to the window as his bus stop came first. My mother used give banana juice boxes that were really disgusting but I never had the heart to tell my mom, I would give them to Robert because for some reason he loved them. At some point my family bought the game board, Sorry!, I would take it in my backpack to school so I could play in the bus ride with Robert. Robert at some point told me that his parents were thinking in moving away and by the end of the year he had moved to Grand Junction, where he lives still.

Scribing for Dr. Umbricht has made an everlasting impression on me. She is one of the most genuine and selfless individuals I have ever met and personifies what being a doctor should be about. Many of the patients find themselves in desperate and heartbreaking predicaments with nowhere to turn, and the devotion, love, and empathy Dr. Umbricht shows are truly unique. She gives up her time as a busy physician at Johns Hopkins Hospital to volunteer weekly at the clinic. She even spends her own money on medications and the latest technology so that her patients lack nothing. Dr. Umbricht taught me through her actions that being a doctor is simply helping another person in need. Unfortunately, we still live in a time where healthcare isn’t a basic