ipl-logo

Personal Narrative: Walking Into The Sangamon Juvenile

115 Words1 Page

Walking into the Sangamon Juvenile on the following Monday I felt consumed with fear and anxiety. Both emotionally and physically I felt the crippling effects. However, it did not stop or deter me from reaching my goal. I forced myself inside as I pulled open the heavy steel door. As I walked into the building, here were two ladies sat seated behind a desk waiting to greet and assist the test takers. I was given instruction to sign in on their clipboard, and they gave an overview of what could be expected. One of the ladies wished me good luck, and the other rose from her seat to walk me back to the testing center.

Show More
Related

  • Personal Narrative: Ten Block's Story

    675 Words  | 3 Pages

    10 Block Story As the Christmas season is getting closer, the anxiety of what you’re getting for presents is growing bigger. I mean, who doesn’t want to know what they’re getting. The element of surprise is okay, but sometimes you just want to know what you’re getting! So, you can’t blame me when I saw my sister, who, I pretty much know got me for, “Secret Santa,” which wasn’t very secret. I wanted to follow her to see what she got me, so I did.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Kumon

    766 Words  | 4 Pages

    As I was completing my work in Kumon,a math and reading educational center that helps children with standardized testing; all I could think about was what I wanted to get from the prize drawers. Kumon is one large gray room with seven or eight long tables. The owners of Kumon are an Asian couple, Mr. and Mrs. Chang. When I completed my work and hastily checked it over I rushed to turn it into Mr. Chang. He quickly and happily reviewed it, I got a hundred.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: The Bundrens

    1349 Words  | 6 Pages

    Why has He forsaken me so? I cannot handle it anymore. For the past few weeks Satan himself has eaten me alive from the inside. I have prayed to Him so much, and I thought He would free me of all of this internal combat between Satan and me, but this time Satan has prevailed over me.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Mystic Children

    205 Words  | 1 Pages

    I 'm finally working on a chapter book. Still planning it, feeling inspired, and having fun. Writing has always been a stress reliever for me. To all the writers in this group, I hope you get the same great feeling as I do when working on a book. I support books as people support movies, music, and anything else.

    Read More

  • The Eogs-Personal Narrative

    968 Words  | 4 Pages

    It was the eog’s day or what I like to call, Game time! I felt confident in taking the eog’s and passing since Taylor trained. She said that she also feels confident in taking the eog’s since I trained her. Ms. Cynthia was also confident in us. Then we took the test.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Criminal Justice

    132 Words  | 1 Pages

    It took them a whole month before i could go before a judge. I was sitting in my cell waiting for the correctional officer to come get me. I was ready to be outside these damn walls. Being here for over a month was killing me, I was missing out on my money and I haven't been getting no pussy. I mean there was some correctional officers that liked fucking inmates, but I didn’t feel right stepping out on Carmen

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: A Trip To Kenneywood

    370 Words  | 2 Pages

    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.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Kirijmoj

    554 Words  | 3 Pages

    Kirijmoj Christmas. Snow falling, drinking hot chocolate by the fire place, spending time with family, smelling the lovely scent of pine trees, driving around neighborhoods to see the sparkling Christmas lights, picking out your own beautiful tall Christmas tree. This is my favorite time of the year…but Christmas in the Marshall Islands is nothing like this. Kirijmoj.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: All About Joshua

    541 Words  | 3 Pages

    Chapter One: All About Joshua On December 18th, 2005, I was born into the world. When I was little, I was a mess, but developed into a thoughtful, independent person from learning by mistakes. I’m glad to see the progress I’ve made throughout the years. In the mysterious future, many adventures await my arrival.

    Read More

  • Rye Personal Narrative

    1161 Words  | 5 Pages

    The Reality of a Rye Rescue. ‘I am going to die’ were the words I continued to hear for many weeks. A reverberation in my head like a Catholic Church Bell in a small Romanian village that bellows in continuous motion dominating the night. How did this happen? How did I let fear dominate me?

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative-Asian Narrative

    191 Words  | 1 Pages

    When I first arrived at El Toro, i looked around and saw people staring at me as though I didn 't belong there . I felt like I was under pressure to do more than I was expedited to do. As I walked to my first class at this school, I noticed that no one had paid attention to me as though the world was spinning around me and I was frozen in the middle. As I went through the day I realized that every person at this school has a lot of potential to become a greater person. Most school wouldnt even care about the students education, they would just try to get them out of there hair.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: My Mock Trial

    298 Words  | 2 Pages

    Mock trial has been a journey for me, marking both my experiences and my growth, as well as helping me choose a path for myself. Becoming an accomplished public speaker allows me to feel confident in my ability to succeed, and in my ability to advocate for myself. Mock trial allowed me to push my boundaries and to strive for something that required significant effort, for the first time letting me experience both success and failure in a higher stakes environment outside of academics. I joined mock trial in my sophomore year. The first year created a sense of community and family, and also helped me become more extroverted.

    Read More

  • Flakes: A Fictional Narrative

    1460 Words  | 6 Pages

    September 22, 2003. The next day after I had gotten up and did my usual morning routine I went downstairs to the kitchen. “Hey Good morning” I said to everyone, “Good Morning” my mom said. Justin was at the table eating his Frosted Flakes. He wasn’t eating too much like a pig that morning.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Prison

    1281 Words  | 6 Pages

    Many people look at convicts as just stupid people that just made all the wrong decisions in life, and for the majority of my life I looked at them in the same way. My father has been a police officer for years, well before I was even born. About 30 years to be exact and whenever you ask him what he does , he’ll tell you “get them bad guys”. So when I was about 10 or so years old and was forced by my mother to visit a “correctional facility” aka prison with my youth group, I was terrified. I badgered my mother for a whole week leading up to the tour.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: A Child Before Temple University

    974 Words  | 4 Pages

    In my life, I would be certain to say that I was two distinct people; a child before Temple University, and an individual afterwards. In the years since my graduation, I enjoy reminiscing on those long past days. I was lazy, meek, I had no motivation to do anything and lacked the skills as well. Truly I was going nowhere, until I received a letter in the mail for an application I had completely forgotten about. I was accepted into University, an implausible thought to my young self.

    Read More

More about Personal Narrative: Walking Into The Sangamon Juvenile

Open Document