Personal Narrative Essay: Deployment Day In My Life

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I wanted to pretend I was sick the whole time, so I wouldn’t have to work at all. My conscious told me no and so guess what I was doing! Stacking wood! Yippe.
I went back to school with cuts and bruises. And they hurt too. I also was really tired. I wasn’t getting a lot of sleep at night, and, I just couldn’t stand it. My life was flying down hill every second I breathed.
I mentally pulled myself together. Deep breaths. In and out. In and out. In and out. Then I let it fall. I cried and cried until there was nothing left.
Nothing.
Just like my luck.

Deployment Day Finally, the day came. He was leaving. Ain’t nothing he could do now. Even if we couldn’t have done anything before. We all were happy as we pulled around behind the building
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We followed signs through a long, narrow hall, wondering what we’d see at the end. We came out and guess what we saw!
Another hallway with signs pointing in the only direction you could go.
We followed that hall and came out in a huge room. Like really big. Like, a big building so amazing you post it on the internet and comment. “Look where I’ve been!”
We found seats in the back row. While my parents went back to a table that was selling shirts with their rank on it, to get us some, I got baby duty. She gave them an IPad and the other kids had brought something with them for entertainment. We took pictures of the family in some of the display blackhawks inside, then we sit down as our governor stands up to talk. Governor Snyder speeches about the journey, what might happen, and how proud he was of the young men and women were leaving.
Now for the emotional part. All the soldiers marched outside, we followed. I almost got trampled by a guard making a circle around the governor. Although, I did stand 3 feet away from the governor for once in my
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Whenever my mom needs to go somewhere, or do something, I have to watch the other kids for her. They never listen to me.
I always tell my mom I’m the worst possible babysitter on the face of the earth. She just tells them to listen even though, Jacob almost got a black eye fighting with Hannah once, Hannah broke her glasses throwing a fit when said “no”, Luke got a bloody nose when Andrew punched him in the nose, and Maci got 3 goose eggs on her head from jumping on the couch.
All because I try and tell them “no”.
I still do it. I’m getting better though, but, they still call me the worst babysitter and that they’d rather have a grandma do it. They never listen, but, If I threaten no dessert or electronics for a period of time, they’ll hop to it.
Later I want to take a babysitting class, but believe me, I will be much easier to corral them when I have my dad yell at them. If my dad simply tells them no, they might cry.

Starting Middle School Without Him
Big day. New year. Same friends. Different School. Oh boy, oh boy, here comes middle school. (Notice no exclamation mark) I was not ready for this. How do you wake up at 5 in the morning when I’m still tired if I woke up at

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