Personal Narrative: My Trip To John Stewart Elemantry School

Becoming more independent at everything one does is a rite of passage. Every teen experiences this at some point in their lives. For me, this rite of passage was earning my driver's license. By completing the process of getting my driver's license, I would be able to take myself to all of my activities. This relieved my parents of a few less duties from their very busy lives. To help me become more independent, my parents gave me access to a family car, so I can have the chance to go out and drive on my own. Also, it prepared me further for college life, which I depended very little on my parents. I have learned many useful skills and tips that will hopefully follow me into my adult life and will keep me safe, even after I went through this incredible journey through my teenage years.

One day during school in the announcements they said that you can start running for student body president. I wanted to run for it so bad. I went to my friends Samantha, Taylor, Melanie, and Cortney to tell them that I was going to run for it. Samantha said “That’s a good idea. We should help make flyers and stickers to give people so they know you are running for it”. “Ya we should do that” said Taylor. Melanie and Cortney agreed too. “How about we have a sleepover at my house this weekend and we can figure out the details” I said. So we all went to our classes. Taylor was in my next class and she also sat by me. Taylor said “Did you know that Kaitlin was running for it too. Everybody likes her”. I said “Really now everybody is gonna pick her to win”. Taylor said “No you are better than her just have faith in yourself”.

I hug her knowing that this will be our last. Tears are streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks, staining her shirt. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I don't understand why this is happening. Out all of the 7.28 billion people in the world, why did it have to be her?

I woke up early and put on the clothes that I had laid out from the night before. I went to the kitchen grabbed a Poptart and headed out the door to find the bus coming up my street. Walking onto the bus gave me a whiff of Expo Markers and and an overload of Axe cologne that I’m guessing an awkward teenage boy showered in. I sat on the hard, poorly cushioned seat next to a small girl with pigtails and a Doc Mcstuffins backpack. Man, this is my first day of being in the Middle School; first day of sixth grade, I thought to myself. Twenty minutes passed and I was off the bus heading to my locker when a old friend of mine approached me. She told me that my best friend (may I add my only friend) had called me a brat and said she didn’t want to

The darkness took over every corner of the streets. Squirrels scurried back to their trees, tripping on rocks and stumps as if they’re being chased. But me, I just felt lost. It was like I don’t even know where I’m going or where I came from, just that there is this thing in me that just leads me to that place. A few stumbles later, I felt that searing shock deep in my heart come out of nowhere. That’s when I knew something was about to go down. “The time…what time…” I kept saying to myself, but I had no intention of distracting myself with something else. The only thing in my mind was that place I was going to. My legs walked me over the stumps, by the sewer drainages, and under the overgrown branches, even if my mind didn’t know where I was.

Another example of when a check digit is used is in barcode numbers. The majority of products that you can buy have a 13-digit number on them, which is scanned to get all the product details, such as the price. This 13-digit number is referred to as the ‘GTIN-13’ where ‘GTIN’ stands for Global Trade Item Number.

Imagine this, five seconds left on the clock in the Nebraska State Championship game. The Sutherland Sailors are down by six points and need a touchdown to win. They luckily have the ball on the opposing teams one-yard line. The sailors quickly break the huddle and run to the line, as time is quickly running off the clock the center snaps the ball to the quarterback. As soon as he touches the ball he puts the ball up on his shoulder indicating that it is a pass. The pocket quickly collapses and he has no choice but attempt to extend the play. The quarterback scrambles to the right and sees an open receiver. He quickly throws him the ball and he catches it. The Sutherland Sailors have just won the State Championship. This is something that I

Ugh. This book. I remember reading a section of it in one of my previous philosophy courses and I was dreading/eager to finally read it in it’s entirety. Dreading because the small portion I read completely irked me. Eager because there was a possibility that the rest of the book could be great and make up for what I had read. After finishing the book, I still do strongly dislike some parts. My hate is not a strong as it initially was, but just looking at the cover annoys me. Although Nagle claims to want to work in sanitation in order to write “a book that would reveal how much sanitation workers and the Department that stands behind them merit praise and respect”, she presents facts to the contrary (36). She gives example after example of

Today, Cheez-Its were banned at school. I can’t believe that they would do this! I was in the cafeteria when it happened, and I believe it was a small thing that happened.You know boys are going to jack around, but don’t blame everybody for it.

" Good morning Owen, I hope you have a great day." Mrs. Derk's gave me a shining smile as I walked down the hallway past the office to start third grade at Pathfinder Elementary School in Fremont. My Michigan hero doesn't do big things, she does a bunch of small things everyday to make people smile and have a positive beginning to their day. Mrs. Derk's maybe did not have the most exciting or relaxing job in the world being a elementary secretary she made the best of her job and expressed a positive outlook. She always went the extra mile for her friends and coworkers but not expect much or any thing in return for all the hard work that she does. My Michigan hero did not use weapons in a war to become my hero all she had to do was smile and say a friendly hello.

Why do people shoot small bucks year after year? Is it meaningful or do they do it to show it off? Sometimes I ask myself the same questions. I was brought up to shoot a small one then keep going bigger every year, or to let them go to grow another year. I always wonder if people think about how many big bucks there would be if more small/little bucks were passed up each year. The potential for monster bucks is there, but not only one person in the community can be letting young bucks go knowing that they will probably step over the property line and get shot.

As the bus pulled into the campground for the first time, I was worrisome about what was ahead for the next five days. But when I left, my mind was filled with endless knowledge and my heart was completed. Those five days, although very short, allowed me to grow beautifully into the person that I am now. The experience that was gained gave me the idea of the open-minded person that I intend to be.

I want her to come back. I miss her more than anything. I get that dad is trying to do his best; I mean, what is he supposed to do after something like this has happened?

Earlier that day me and my cousin Malorie were messing around. We always had fun and made the most of the time we had to play. Malorie and I were both seven years old. Malorie and I are both daring, but I was always thinking about what our parents will do if we do something. Malorie most of the time talks me into it and we get in trouble like when we rollerbladed around the huge neighborhood when her parents weren’t home or the time we rode down the stairs in a box and fell into a wall that now has a hole as big as a desk in it. Sometimes I talked her out of doing things like watching extremely scary movies till midnight or opening the window and going on the roof when her parents were not home. Sometimes we both thought of it and got in trouble like playing wall ball in the house and breaking something or jumping on the trampoline when it is raining so badly outside that the road is flooding.

It was a normal day and Macey wanted us over because back then during the long summer days, boredom would set in. We are about 12 years old and someone had this great idea to go canoeing on the river. Usually we go kayaking, but this time we wanted to go all together in Macey’s neighbors canoe. First Macey had to go and ask her neighbors if it was okay to borrow their canoe, but they were gone so we ended up just taking it without