Personal Narrative: My First Wire Scorpion
When I was twelve years old, I learned how to make my first wire scorpion. It was Thanksgiving Day, and I was at the house of some friends of my family for the first time. Fairly soon after arriving, I noticed my cousin Mitchell and a man called Mr. Tim making something. I found out it was a wire scorpion when I came closer, and naturally, I wanted to make one too, so I asked Mr. Tim to show me how, and he agreed. Because it was my first attempt, I had some trouble figuring out how to wrap the wires around the body of the scorpion, but I was able to shape the stinger and the pincers fairly easily. I was excited about being able to make cool looking scorpions for myself. The scorpion didn't look that good when it was finished, but at the time,
Personal Narrative: My Skyler Pifer
538 Words | 3 PagesI Skyler Pifer Captained my boat to East shore of baseline lake, Pinckney MI on the 4th of July. With family and friends aboard to enjoy the band on the water an each others company. We arrived approximately 2:45pm after securing the boat I left to walk around to socialize, after 45 minutes I returned to my boat to find our rebel flag removed from the canopy. I was told by Melanie McIntyre a group of men came by an told them to take the flag down, I being appalled immediately placed the flag in its original position on the canopy. With no immediate threat present I left an returned to walking around the sandbar enjoying the band an nice weather.
Stitches A Memoir By David Small Summary
1246 Words | 5 Pages"Stitches: A Memoir” is a true statement of a child’s life in a house where love was not the most important feeling. The graphic novel written by awarding author David Small opens his child/teenager memories to us and presented his house, hostile environment and the diversity of his family characteristics. David’s family was composed by his mother, Betty, a housewife; Ed, the father-doctor and David’s older brother Ted, the drummer. During the narrative of the book we are introduced to some to some of his relatives, Grandma Murphy and her husband Papa John, also to some of David’s father's friends and to David’s childhood crush and also his mom’s best friend, Mrs. Dillon. Later in the book we will recognize in the character The Rabbit (a phycologist), one of the David’s key people who helped him to go through his memories and feelings to sort out and change his life to a better outcome.
Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly Research Paper
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Personal Narrative: Cody Manson
1642 Words | 7 PagesI picked up the deformed blob I call "Squidshard". The assignment was to make a clay sculpture of a pop culture artifact, so I chose Squidward. The blob came out wonderfully (for a blob), I didn 't do the report and I ended up failing the project. Oh. Well.
Personal Narrative: Matador, Texas
252 Words | 2 PagesGolden light from a Texas sunset illuminating stark white fields of cotton, green and yellow tractors leisurely making their way down the middle of Main Street, and a community that will always support you are just a few things one might experience if you came to my hometown in rural Texas. Matador, Texas isn't just a dusty old town in the middle of nowhere, it is a town that no matter who you are or what you are trying to do, hard work is always required; it is where I grew up from the day I was born, spent lazy summer days reading and writing abstract stories without distractions of people, traffic, or even the ever-present cell phone, and where I learned about a whole other side of society, one where the community gathers together for anything
Personal Narrative: My First Game Against Maze Red
391 Words | 2 PagesI is for interception my dream thing to do in a game or a pick six with is an interception but with a touchdown. This happened my sixth grade year of football. It was are first game against Maze red it was hotter then anything I have dealt with and being on the field didn 't really help that much since the tar was black which soaks up the heat causing it to be hotter on the field then in the stands. We knew that going in they weren 't that good but that doesn 't call for going easy. We kick off to them to start the the game wasn 't the best kick but we stop them good dead on the 220 yard line.
Personal Narrative: Valley Marchmaster
520 Words | 3 PagesI think my parents are going to go deaf soon. Between the snap of the snare drum, the ring of a crash cymbal, the kick of the bass drum, and the clang of the baby grand piano, my parents hearing is declining. With percussion and piano I have been drawn to the more boisterous instruments. Even though I play some of the loudest instruments, my parents still yell at me for being on the quiet computer. It seems that my parents don’t value quiet as much as I thought.
My Accomplishments In Beowulf
129 Words | 1 PagesOne of my accomplishments that I am proud of is the Wanted Poster I made of Grendel, from the story Beowulf, for my senior English class. It was real fun to work on because I made him look like myself, but with a six pack. Every time I showed it to some it put a big smile on their face. This was a group assignment, but I couldn’t find a partner so I just worked on it myself.
Personal Narrative: Red Chief
123 Words | 1 PagesI was the happiest man in the world. Red Chief was still missing and I have not any painful migraines ever since . I was so happy I even went out for dinner and got my favorite meal. After dinner, I thought I might as well have a late night drink and then off to bed. After I drank a little sweet whiskey I started to feel a little headache, but that's ok because there is no Red Chief and that means no migraines.
Personal Narrative: Ripping My Stryker
145 Words | 1 PagesWhile on mission if you have never had to go to the bathroom and knew you could never stop and could not wait for the end of an 18 mile drive my tanker boots were like wearing slippers of the gods. Our Stryker was moving 25mph myself bouncing around like a BB in a tin can I tackled the job the best way I knew how line the box with the bag brace and let-err-rip. Ripping my boots off ripping one leg out of my pants and shredding my combat underwear all happened like I was David Copperfield with a trick the demon was screaming out of me like water off of oil. As the trip went on I lost every ounce of fluid in my body was completely dehydrated but my cloths, boots, draws and the inside of the Stryker was completely demon free.
Personal Narrative: Baerth Bell
262 Words | 2 PagesI am no savior or the chosen one. I made my dragons burn Rollins edge 's castles to the ground because I wanted the woman who poisoned my father dead. She didn 't even have to lift a finger to do it. Such a queen, she had been. I may not have been born then, but my brother told plenty of stories for me to understand what she had done.
Personal Narrative: How The Band Changed My Life
400 Words | 2 PagesWhen I ended my sophomore year, I felt as if I was on top of the world. My grades were top tier, I had a successful soccer season, and I had just been assigned the drum major position in my school’s marching band. However about halfway through the following summer, I was diagnosed with depression. Instead of trying to fight through my condition, I allowed myself to slink deeper and deeper into an abyss. I knew that in my tenure as drum major, I would need to have a stable mind in order to be effective and have a possible impact on the band
Personal Narrative: Hi Mint
189 Words | 1 PagesHi Mint, "when you could make it invenient (convenient?) for yourself to have a little talk with me in person". I totally agree with your saying about online relationships. When one of the two is not ready to meet the other in person, it is better to continue as it was. To me, children world is the same as adult world.
Personal Narrative: My First Horse
402 Words | 2 PagesIt was the summer of 2010 when I rode my first horse. I was so scared because I have never rode one. I was so scared I was shivering in my boots. I kept thinking “ I’m going to get bucked off oh my gosh!
Personal Narrative Essay: My First Dog
1139 Words | 5 PagesShortly after my sixteenth birthday, something terrible happened to me. But, first let's start at the beginning. When I was five years old my parents got me the best gift a little girl could ever ask for, a puppy. My dad came into the house with what I thought was a black jacket in his arms. I was wrong, after he came into the kitchen the “jacket” popped it’s little head up, it wasn’t a jacket, it was a puppy.
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