Personal Narrative Essay: 2525 Barron Road

On 06/14/2017 around 1750 hours, I, Officer Burkes, responded to a report of a suspicious person knocking on a door at 1504 Homestead Blvd. The caller stated that a white male was bleeding all over her door and asking her to call 911. When I arrived on scene, I noticed a white male, later identified as Alex Schesny, sitting between the screen door and steele door. I asked Alex to get up and walk out to the back of my patrol car. Once on the back of my car, I retrieved my gloves out of the front seat.

Introduction Being a nearly lifelong resident of Ozark Mountains of Missouri, I have always been fascinated by the many interesting legends and tales that have been shared with me by many of the various characters that I have had the opportunity of meeting over the years. Tales of the Civil War, lost Spanish Treasure Caves, Notorious Outlaws, Bushwhackers and many fascinating characters that once roamed these ancient hills and hollers. Some of my favorites are stories that transpired along a stretch of road that folks here in the Ozarks refer to as the “Old Wire Road.” What we now refer to as the “Old Wire Road,” wasn’t always a road, but rather a series of ancient trails used for migration and trade by several Indian tribes over many generations. The

He wiped off the slick sweat on the back of his neck, knowing it was his time to shine. Centennial Olympic Park surrounded him. The Bank of America Plaza towered to the East. He rubbed the back of his blood stained feet, shook off the blister pain, shoved his polished trainers on his feet, picked up his stick, and started for the other side of the field. He was in the big leagues now.

Hi-Way Inn, a Fitting Looking as if time had beaten it up so bad that the next strong storm would finish it off, the Hi-Way Inn was a little restaurant in Elsa, Texas. It was on 107 just after the closed down Hollon Oil gas station. You’d have to be looking away to miss it. You would also have to have a lot of guts to want to go in.

I would start off by stating that this is my second attempt at trying to get into the Riordan Scholars Program. Last year I tried,but unfortunately you guys didn 't get the transcript. From the response that I got when I was told that I wasn 't invited,it seemed as if you guys were trying sort of inviting me back to the program. Like I stated before this is my second attempt at trying to get in. As much as I hate to face it,I live in an inner city.

Journal Day Entry Two While having a long great discussion with my girlfriend about a topic that I would have never come across my mind, it was about further education. It is true, there are many different ways to receive education for example, trade school, online, university, community college, junior college, or even military. Out of all that was mentioned earlier, the most popular forms of education is online, going to a university or a community college, or even joining the military. It is unusual to me to hear about junior and trade school.

This is about the time I went to KenneyWood and rode the phantoms revenge, when we started we went up and up. When we went down, I didn’t say anything I just let the wind hit me. We went up and down, and then we stopped. I had long hair, so when I got off my hair was sticking up. So I pushed my hair back down, and went on to ride the black widow.

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.

Last night I went to Nathan Philips Square at City Hall in Toronto. It were a beautiful summer evening. It was warm and sunny. Lost of people were there because of the Pan Am games celebrations. I stood and watched the crowd.

The thought that the world would end simply because a culture ceased the production of a calendar was, in my mind, preposterous. But for an unknown reason my mind began to change. The story was on the internet, in the news, and there was even a movie made about it. I was becoming convinced that the world would truly end in 2012. I dreaded the day when I, and everyone I loved, would see the world come to a standstill; but we never did.