Mrs. Corker-Personal Narrative

It wasn’t like any other swim practice, no, not like any other I’d ever gone to. No one usually moved to Minot, North Dakota that was also in swimming, so when Emily Pitcher and her family moved to town and came to practice, it was quite a shock for everyone on the team. She moved from Colorado and she had 2 younger brothers and a younger sister as well. They seemed nice enough but there was something about Emily, who was my age, which seemed a bit off.

“If, when you’re older, someone comes knocking on your door asking you some heated questions that you’re not sure how to answer, just stop and say “I want an attorney” and they’ll have to provide you with one as a basic right,” she stressed.

6th Grade: Mrs. McEversons. Moving up to sixth grade was really scary. Actually, not that scary, but it's a whole new school, new friends, and new, well, pretty much EVERYTHING, except for a few of my old friends.

This made me feel weird at first; because the comment was made as she was walking out the door. I revisited this statement the following week. I asked her what’s, going to happen when I say something that she doesn’t like? She stated, “She respect my opinion and me as a person, so I will receive what you are advising, but my acting on it is a different

This weekend I interviewed J.Cherrelle Leslie, a very well-known young lady from my hometown of Fairburn Georgia. Leslie has just recently received her masters in transformative leadership from Bethune Cookman University this year but also has an associates in business administration and a bachelor degree in business with a concentration in marketing. This summer she started her first job since graduating from Bethune at Savannah State University where she is the Athletics Compliance coordinator. I choose to interview Ms. Leslie because I have an interest in marketing and she also graduated from Clayton State University with a bachelors in business concentrated in marketing in 2009. Although her current job does not deal with marketing, she

Vivian Maier ( February 1, 1926-April 21,2009 ) was a street photographer born in New York City. Vivian spent most of her youth in France but returned to the U.S. where she worked as a nanny and caregiver for the rest of her life. Sometime in 1949, Vivian began playing with her first photos. Vivian used a Kodak Brownie box camera, an amateur camera with only one shutter speed, no focus control, and no aperture dial. The viewer screen is tiny, and for the controlled landscape or portrait artist, this would impose a wedge between Vivian and her intentions due to the cameras in inaccuracy. In 1952, Vivian purchases a Rolleiflex camera. For most of her stay in New York, she spends with this family until 1956, when she makes her final move to the

“Hey, terrorist,” a boy called out to me from across the classroom, drawing laughter from his friends. I pretended not to hear and stared into my book. It was a typical day in my life growing up as a first-generation American attending public school in a poor Bronx neighborhood. Being one of the few Indian kids there, I was relentlessly picked on. My school was desperately underfunded where teachers often spent their own money on supplies.

As part of the greater push at that grade level to introduce kids to a greater depth of books, Mrs. Oak created a game that would award points based on the number and length of books that you read, with a prize being given to the winner at the end of every month (usually candy). Now being the clever nine year old brat that I was, I decided to game the system by quickly flipping through a great number of small children’s books every day. While this did put me ahead on points, I was completely avoiding the entire point of the game. So to Mrs. Oak’s great credit, she decided to limit the number of books I could check out of the school’s library to three per week. With my lead in the literary scoreboard slipping away, I checked out a book that

We line up for lunch. Mrs. Price thinks thinks everything’s okay after I gave the sweater to Phyllis Lopez, which made me upset, so I yelled at Phyllis, “You ruined my birthday!” Phyllis ignored me, which made me furious, so I step on her foot. Then she did it back to me, and Mrs. Price sees that and we both get in trouble. Mrs. Price give us a warning, but I decided to calm down instead of breaking down again.

me in any case and makes me understand that I can turn into a decent

nostrils and asked him to apologize to me or she would try to pull the

I started off school at a little preschool called Goddard School, Miss Jackie and Miss Karen were the first teachers I’d ever had. We did the usual preschool thing… nap time, snacks, and learning the abc’s. But the highlight of my preschool experience was the Bubble Lady. The Bubble Lady filled a pool with sudsy bubble mix that had a large bubble wand in surrounding the wooden block that was big enough for two people. Riley and I stood on the wooden block as a fragile bubble surrounded us. I still have the picture sitting on my fridge.

Politics is in my blood. My grandmother was very active in local politics and instilled that passion in me from a young age. I remember watching the Kerry-Bush debates in 2004, and since then I have been hooked. I do not hold the cynical view that politicians are only involved in politics for their own benefit, and I believe they all are honestly committed to helping the people they serve. One politician who I have been impressed is Elizabeth Warren. She stands up for what she believes in despite criticism and helps people who do not have a voice. If I had to be one person active in politics, I would be Elizabeth Warren.

Always do everything you do to the best of your abilities, never settle for anything you do not reaching its potential, and most importantly, remember you are portrayed through your work.

Today I was wondering about the story Mrs Brinker read to us yesterday. I started envisioning on how and what my life would be like in their shoes. Imagining waking up in a stick house that could barely keep up but be happy about having a loving family. One thing about Jose is that his living quality of life may not be the best but time he enjoys with his family is better than most. My dad works all the way in Regina and comes every 3 weeks to visit. So I can understand about having you dad work away from you.