Kevonna-Personal Narrative

Jeannette listened to her parents, of course, as a child you feel dependent on them. They would often only spend months at one tons only to move to the next when the family’s father, Rex Wells, lost his job. Little Jeannette was left alone with her brother, who was only a year younger than her, they would go looking for trouble as young kids would. Their parents would allow them to do what they felt they wanted as long as they were home by the time the street lights came on. Her parents taught their children to not be dependent on them for everything, to learn harder schooling, and learn to be strong when the world seems to stop. All of these are great things to teach but the way the children

Kris is a 65 year old white female. She is currently an entrepreneur and also the manager to five of her children. Kris has a convenient lifestyle. She has a house and gets frequent visits from her children, kimberly (age 34), khloe (age 32), kourtney (36), Rob (age 29), Kendall (age 20), and Kylie (age 19).

Ling Kun, who is the fosterer carer for Kasey, Krystal and Kylie, is an experienced carer with a Chinese heritage. Ling Kun is able to comfort and provide the three girls with a predictable safe and stable environment that meets their physical, emotional and social needs. She has aided in the process of helping Krystal learn to walk and enhance her motor skills. She is also a positive support system for the girls even being able to give assurance to Krystal with her night terrors. She has also built a level of trust with Kasey to a point where Kasey disclosed that she did not like her mother’s boyfriend John. When I asked the girls how they felt in their foster home they responded that

Kaytlin is a 10-year-old Caucasian female. She resides with her biological mother, mother's paramour (Eric) and two siblings; Brandon (12) and Ivy (1). She attends Pershing Elementary in the 5th grade. She indicated she did not do well this year in school. She has a lot of friends, and her favorite subject is math and recess, and her favorite color is blue. She enjoys playing soccer, likes to sing, and likes to do her nails. She enjoys going to Sea World and likes to watch t.v. (robots show).

My family: KK is hard-working procrastinator, which is very contradictory. She achieves many of her goals, but not as fast as it could’ve be done. For example, for her Gold Award in Girl Scouts, the highest award, but it took Mikayla a long time to achieve it because she believed that she had all the time in the world. However, she did learn from that experience because now Mikayla will make events and reminders on her calendar to track her progress and complete work/goals in a timely fashion. Mikayla has a caring, motherly soul because she will put feelings of others before hers, and she will protect everyone and everything that she loves. She has been inquisitive since she was able to talk, ‘Why is the sky blue? What animal is that? Why is the grass green?’ She is a determined individual who is adamant on figuring out and improving the world.

Growing up Brenda had to tend to the chickens and cows, doing her chores helped her learn a good work ethic. She had 1 brother (Arlan) and 1 sister (Sharon). One time her brother threw her shoe on the roof when he got made at her and she had to get it with a ladder. She said that her favorite thing to do as a child was go to Grandma Wray’s house on Sundays. At Grandma’s house she would cook food and bake cookies. Brenda also enjoyed running when

Javonte Beddifield is the oldest of three children. His mom, dad, sister, and brother lives in his household. His mother and father are married. His mother is forty-three, and his dad is forty-four years old. His brother is eighteen and, Madison, his ten-year-old sister, and they are a nuclear family. Madison is going through the industry vs. inferiority stage. She is doing very well when it comes to being more independent, but she is still working on fully building up her self-esteem. His brother is going through the identity and role stage in his life. He has no problem with this stage in his life, because he has already found his self and personal identity. His parents are going through the generatively vs. stagnation stage. They already

For example, when Mama spends Saturday evening counting the money that Papa has brought home and divvying it among their bills, the kids are always as relieved as Mama that they don’t have to go to the bank. Only later did we find out that there was never a bank, but Mama didn’t want to unnecessarily worry her children. They were, after all, only children. Mama was always willing to do anything to make her children happy, including selling the brooch that was her mother’s in order to get Katrin the dresser set that she had been eyeing for her graduation gift. When Christine told Katrin, it was Christine that was admonished – Mama, again, didn’t want to worry her children. Finally, when Aunt Trina came to tell Mama about wanting to marry Mr. Thorkelson, Mama took matters into her own hands because Aunt Trina was afraid her sisters would laugh at her. Mama threatened to tell her sisters’ secrets rather than let her timid sister be laughed at.

Practically overnight, Karen went from being the only child of a single mom to being the middle kid in a large, dysfunctional family. Needless to say, her life is in shambles.

Her family members consist of siblings including her, and her mother and father. Two of her younger siblings are male twins named Dallas and Huston. Her two older siblings are male and female. Her older brother's name is Zach and works at a window shop, meanwhile her sister Lauren is currently pregnant and due next month. Her parents are currently in the divorce process, but this isn't going to tear Keily apart. She'll be impacted with improved strength and by a loving community showing their support. Although this situation may be filled with bitterness and sorrow, Keily will overcome these obstacles and will later on become who she was destined to be with this given circumstance.

This your lost cousin Amari. As you must have heard my village was visited by white strangers. We greeted them with food and music and dancing. But they did not come for a visit. They took out their fire sticks and shot the elder chief, and everyone in the village except the teenagers. They killed my mother and father and shot Kwasi as we were escaping the battle. I could not longer fight without a family and they took me and everyone else hostage. We were defeated and chained us together from our necks and feet. We struggled to walk as they whipped us for tripping and barely gave us food or water. Those who survived the journey made it to a city where we were caged like animals. I met a woman named Afi. She gave me advice and comfort me a

A picture is worth a thousand words, and possesses a lifetime of memories. A memory can be symbolized with the use of a photo; however, this photo symbolizes more than just a memory. This photo enables me to reminisce about the special day I shared with my closest friends. It is a day that changed our lives. Smiles of happiness painted our faces, after a long day of ongoing preparations that led to a strenuous competition. Although we all attended different high schools, we managed to obtain similar goals. Destiny is the brown haired, giddy female in the photo, to her left is the dashing Devon, and to Devon’s left is Quintin. This photo is an accurate representation of what true friends are, the unity of our accomplishments, and the success

THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I bore as I best could, but when the opportunity arose, I sought my revenge. The clamoring he made, both by chain and scream, echoed off the nitre cloaked walls, a tumult of symphonies greatly awaited, and yet I was palpitating with exhilaration. Dull and growing ever smaller, the once vehement torch fought to graze the rugged cobblestone. My inebriate pace quickened, for navigating the gloom was an onerous feat. Fixated on the faint glow of the entrance, the lip of a stone toppled me. Adrift my impaired thoughts and paralyzed by a torrid pain that pulsated through me, I was slow to lift my face from the burning coal of which it had landed upon. The smell of seared flesh permeated through the cavern. I stood,

My husband and I live in a small, unincorporated town on the outskirts of a bigger city. Although we were almost 50 years old, we are 30 to 40 years younger than any of our near neighbors. Most of them have grandchildren who visit regularly, and drive them wherever they need to go. Not so for the man I usually just called “Professor.” His wife, Elena, died 12 years ago. I only knew her briefly, but she and the Professor were one of those “Life Goals” kind of couples. When Elena passed, it hit the Professor hard. For the last year, he had been battling cancer. With no bus service in our natural area, and cabs from town with an expensive, long wait, I ended up driving him to the doctors.

Cecelia, thank you for an interesting post. At the age of thirteen, I used to hear the word, “jeez”. Not knowing what it meant, practiced it several times myself when I felt the need to, or it just came out, until one day it slipped out in front of a very religious lady. That was a mistake on my part! She just about ripped my head off. I was confused and wondered if had said something wrong, as I did not mean it in a swearing context. I knew full well that I wasn’t allowed to swear. Out of respect for the lady, I resorted to not question her, part of my upbringing. Not knowing the relevance, I became even more curious to find out the basis of her getting offended. Then one day I worked up the courage to ask one of my Caucasian classmates who