Personal Narrative: Clash Royale

The Odyssey - Intelligence VS. Strength In the story, The Odyssey, there are many instances that support the term ‘intelligence is more important than strength’.  Odysseus used his mental intelligence to outwit the Trojan warriors.  

My True Teacher Reading Vietnam history, I discovered that Tam was the greatest Vietnamese general in Tran’s dynasty in the thirteen century. I came across which qualities made him a successful leader. Scholar curiosity, dedication, and tenacity – these core attributes drove him to the genius strategist of the China - Vietnam War. He devoted most of his life to fighting against Chinese conquerors, the most powerful invading army in the world, who oppressed the Vietnamese.

Good Guy Beowulf People say that one of the scariest things in life is someone making a plan without you knowing the true intentions of the plan no matter how good or bad it sounds. This seems to be the case in Beowulf where the mysterious “white knight”, Beowulf, slays monsters and almost go through hell to protect the kingdom that he later rules . In the beginning though it seems that he's in it for the fame and riches, but throughout the book we see the truth to his actions through him not asking for any treasure, his way of ruling for fifty years, and his final battle with the dragon. After every battle there has always been treasure or fame involved after the victories of Beowulf, but not once in the book it has Beowulf asking for any

Hello Professor Clement after reading over the scenario again I feel that his death could have been caused by an accident because he could have been with some friends who were trespassing on the property and drinking. Therefore, given his age he could have been drunk and fell which may have caused him to hit his head. There is also the fact that he could have had a medical condition which no one knew about which could have caused him to have a sudden heart attack because a heart attack has no age of person. Furthermore, if the victim was not murdered and there was others with him but they were trespassing they would not want to get in trouble for being on someone else’s property without permission plus they could have been drinking and had

Directly after robotics club and procrastination, my favorite pastime is reading. Starting in elementary school I would pick up a book that intrigued me and read it through without ever setting it down. My reading habits got worse(or better depending on how you look at it) once my parents bought me a Kindle and gave me the means to purchase a book whenever I wanted to. Ultimately, my kindle led to some problems at school because I stopped paying attention in class in order to read.

I really couldn't speculate on what other people are playing. I enjoy role playing games such as Zelda, my favorite all time game would be Diablo. I was so excited when they finally came out with Diablo 3. The kids like allot of different games which they play on the phone, computer, game system, also a small video game system they have which is called a 2 Ds. If I were to guess I would have to say role playing games would be the

Listen my grandchildren, to the story of my past, the good and the bad, how your grandfather and I met, and the cruelty of the world around us. It was the date November 9, 1938. I was playing at my best friend, Rebecca’s house. Her house was a part of her father’s shop, which sold everything from shoes, to toys, to makeup, to clothes, anything you could ever imagine.

The sun glistened in the daybreak and a dark figure appeared on the foreground, and moved gracefully across the pathway, nearing the bench that presided at my side. My eyes scoured upward as he neared and the sun blinded me, but not before I saw the figure, a man, glance my direction and change his course. He was wrapped in an opaque tunic that countered the illuminated color of his hair, it was a halcyonic gold that glistened against the flare of day. His trousers were khaki color that exalted the man’s frame. Once my eyes cleared and I was able to open them the man was closer than before and I was able to see his face much more clearly.

The Journey My story begins with me being in the 4th grade. It was a bright yet cloudy day when we were outside for recess. My class has some of the worst people ever. There’s a guy named Wayne who won’t leave me alone only when he found out I was talking to his “girlfriend”. He would make fun of me and have his “friends” push me around like a dog.

The Big Tournament When I was about 5 years old, I found my love for soccer. So, my dad teached me the basics of soccer. As a present for me turning 7 years old, my dad signed me up in a soccer club for kids, where the training was really hard, but a lot of fun. 3 months later, my teammates and I had our first real tournament (against other clubs). The final game in the tournament was awesome because guess what?