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Autobiographical Narrative Reflection

When I was writing my essay I had to put myself into the past. The time and place in which it occurred. My essay is about the time I kicked a six grader in the private part. The reason why I did was because he thought that bulling was the right thing to do. I was so mad when he started to make fun of my brother and no one did anything about it. So I went up to him kicked him the private part and started to hit and punch him. I was pulled off him by the teachers and was sent to the principals office. He was sent to the nurses office crying and complaining. I was almost suspended unless I apologized to the boy. So, I did and was walked back to class and everyone was looking at me in the classroom. I just ignored them and started on my classroom.

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My Weekened

On Friday I had a football game against Calvin Christian. We were on the lead until we had a injured player who went to the E.R. After that everything went down hill and we lost. On Saturday I went to the Animal for Little Kids 25th Anniversary. It was fun, every one was having a blast. I even got to meet knew people. The food was good; they even had veggie foods. It was till 1:00pm to 9:00pm. When I got home I was exhausted, I was ready to go to sleep. Before I had the chance I got a phone from the office asking whether I would like to go to the Chargers game. I said yes, and was excited to be going in the morning. I was finally Sunday and I was going to the Chargers game. I got there, and we had good seats. We ate lunch and watched the game. We won 10 to 41. HURRAY! I came home and was tired and took a nap.

Memorable Days

When I was four, I moved to Ramona I met my foster parents.
When I was five, I was starting my first day of school at Mt. Woodson Elementary.
It was Christmas and all my family was there and not in jail.
The time I rode my dog like a horse.
When I met my first real friends named Rachel and Julie.
When I was six, I went on the Stratoce Phear for the first time.
When I was five, I learned how to swim by jumping in the pool and almost drowning.
When my brother and I were jumping on the trampling and I flew off.
In first grade, I got in trouble for kicking a sixth grader in the private part.
When I was nine, I was going to my first cheer competition in Orlando, Florida.