My Experience : My Personal Experience

One of my personal experiences that I had was when my family decided to move from New Jersey to Florida. I never planned on moving with them but my mother basically forced me into moving with them. It wasn’t really all that moving stuff because the new house was actually pretty nice, it was just I had all my friends there and I was doing well in school. Nothing I said convinced my mother so after a week of packing we was off to Florida. The first week being there was a horrible week. Nothing was going right for me, I missed the school bus for a whole week, dropped my milk on my new shoes, and tripped over nothing in lunch. It was just trying to move back but parents always have this life lesson speech about trying to make new friends and try to get used to being here until we move again. It’s been about a month since we moved to Florida and I met about zero friends but I got used to living here since I’ve found something that interested me as an after school hobby and that was fishing. There’s barley any lakes or ponds in New Jersey so fishing wasn’t really something you do as a time waster. I usually fished right after I got home but on that day it was rainy and it wasn’t really a good time to fish so I just decided to practice my free shots until it started raining hard. I think I was outside for about 20minutes and suddenly a couple kids from my new school asked if they can shoot

September 27th 2009. I was on my dad’s weekend and my mom was in the hospital for a weeks. I would visit her every day and sometimes bring her flowers. But on september 27th I woke up and walked into my living room and my dad was sitting on the couch looking sad. I asked what was wrong and then a knock was heard on the door it was my step dad and half brother. My step dad had puffy eyes he was crying. He told me to sit down and my brother came out and sat next to me. My dad looked at us and he spoke up your mother had just passed this morning. I was shocked I was hurt I was scared.I didn’t know if i should cry or run away. I’ve learned that losing someone you love is tough.

MY personal experience was visiting Busch Gardens for the first time in Tampa Florida. The scenery was extremely beautiful and a very playful place to enjoy during the holidays. As I walked in the smell of different food grabbed my attention. The food court was very clean, but I couldn’t eat yet due to the fact that I wanted to hop on the roller coaster. The roller coasters were so huge it was nothing compared to the fun spot in Orlando Florida. My skin started to shiver because they were going too fast, people were screaming and I wasn’t sure if it was due to happiness or being scared.

On 09/15/2016, I, Chad Agnew, was working as a patrol officer for the Wichita State University Police Department, in Wichita, Sedgwick County, Kansas. At approxiametely 1412 hours I was in a meeting with Cpt. Herl in his office when I heard Officer Faison ask for another officer to his location on the radio. I got up and left Cpt. Herl's office and started running out to a patrol vehicle. I ran to vehicle 11 and got in the driver side. Officer Albert got in the front passenger side. I drove us to the physical plant where I saw Officer Faison talking to an elderly male outside of a vehicle. I exited the patrol vehicle and activated the dashcam. The male that Faison was speaking with was later identified as John Smarsh. He was very antimated and upset that he was involved in an accident. I noticed Sgt. Moyer and Officer Tener were backing up Officer Faison and it seemed to upset Smarsh more that so

She said she needed to talk to my dad about something and that i should go inside for now. I knew something was wrong but at that time it didn’t add up to be this scenario. I watched it through the blurry kitchen window like a movie scene, my mom broke the news to my father and the tears streamed down his face. I automatically knew what was happening and to this day i don't remember how but i guess i had put the clues together before my father had or he cared for my mother more than she thought he had. After a while my father opened the door and said that my mother had something to tell me, i began sobbing and he kept asking “why are you crying? Cheyanna what are you crying for?” He hadn’t yet known that i knew what was happening and i didn’t want to accept the truth. We walked outside into what should’ve been a perfect summer day with the blue sky peeking through the trees as the wind rustled the leaves. My mother told me she was leaving my dad, she gave me no reason and i don’t recall her even crying or showing sympathy for

I think push has been one of the categories I have taken seriously. I feel that I have been meeting the goals that I set out for myself. By using push in my schedule i think that I am trying new things that I would not have normally tried before. Most of my pushes have been things I have always wanted to do but never got the drive to do it and I think I am succeeding because I am actually achieving these.

I remember waking up early but I didn’t want to go to the funeral. I was still shocked, I didn’t wanna see my cousin like this. My mama came in my room to wake me up, I was wrapped up under the covers, but I didn’t want to be bothered. I was crushed into pieces it took me a whole hour to get dressed. After I got dressed I ran to the truck, and we made our way to the church. As we was walking up to the church door I put on black shades because I didn’t want anyone to see my eyes. We walked to the back of the church and had a seat. My brothers and cousins was dressed in black and green, because that was Braidz favorite color. I wore all black. They had a huge tv inside of the church. On the tv they showed pictures of braidz and man it was too sad. Everytime a different picture showed a tear fell down my eye. It was too unreal! His uncle T gave a speech about him it was a good one! Braidz was the only child so his death was something his parent’s couldn’t get over. The funeral was over and now we were at the burial. As they put braidz casket into the ground I seen my brother’s break down in real tears. It was so sad; We had to take jermaine to his car, it was a feeling I never wanted to experience again! He was crying so hard that the sun reflected off of his skin and his skin looked like paint. I felt bad for my brother. He lost a very good childhood friend/cousin. We all were saying our final goodbyes to him! Braidz death

The realization that my father, best friend, and mentor had lived his last day became more real. The worst part was the guilt that ate at me from the inside. I was the one that killed my father. As I returned to school, I got pity stares during passing periods, vague exchanges of “I am sorry for you loss” from my peers, and worst of all was whispers from my classmates that I was the one that was driving when the car flipped. When I returned home things were not much better, because my return meant that my mother had to pick herself up and act strong for me. I knew it was an act, and she wanted nothing more than for my father to walk through the front door with our pizza which we ate every Wednesday and his vibrant attitude that followed his entrance. As the days passed, I became a recluse. I became depressed. I never wanted to leave the house because that meant that I had to dress in something other than my father’s old raggedy Hard Rock shirt and I would have to face the rumors and sympathy from all that I encountered. My father’s death impacted more than just me and my mother. His friends no longer had someone to hunt or joke with, and his coworkers no longer had someone to confide in. My father’s attitude was contagious and inspiring to all he

The summer was starting and my mother was getting sicker by the day. My summer job was grounds keeping at a golf course from five-thirty in the morning until two in the afternoon. During my lunch breaks, I would drive home and eat lunch with my mom. I would always be a couple of minutes late coming back but it was well worth it. Since my mom was not doing well the doctors said she could not go on a trip to Atlanta to see her first niece get married. For twenty-six years she looked forward to seeing her dead brother’s daughter’s wedding. Needless to say she was heartbroken.

Being a 15 year old kid in the tiny town of Walcott, Iowa, there isn’t very much adventure. The inability to drive, combined with the very few activities available in Walcott, creates a recipe for a teenager striving to find some form of independence. For me, this freeing feeling came through my trips to the town library over the summer.

When I was young, every adult I met told me, “Don’t be in a hurry to grow up!”, and I told them I was not. Though I looked forward to my freedoms I would achieve as I became older, I usually enjoyed being a child to the full extent. There was no other time in my life that was full of pure happiness; but one minute I was five years old, spread out on the living room floor, tearing through the Target toy catalog and circling everything with a black marker, the next minute I was seventeen, smiling sheepishly while my parents’ friends ask where I planned on going to college.

I am from a small rural town populating roughly 1000 people, grew up with loving parents, and an otherwise ‘normal’ life. A lot of things in my life changed when I was a young teen, and these experiences have largely impacted the person I am today. My family (i.e. both parents and sister) are all Christians, although I identify myself more as an Agnostic. Because of this and because of my experiences, I have become a very open-minded and empathetic person which I believe are strengths I have in communicating with others. Although I have grown a lot in my ability to communicate effectively throughout the years, there are certainly still areas where I am limited in which I will discuss further in the paragraphs below.

Quickly following when I woke up, a strange sensation filled my stomach and I knew whatever it was I wouldn’t have been able to predict that I was about to experience a moment I’d remember my whole high school career. I could hear my own footsteps as they plonked down my driveway, inching my way closer and closer to my mailbox until my chin stood just above the rusty lever. As I cranked the lid open a white envelope protruding it’s way out from the pile of bills had caught my eye. The envelope made its way to my hand, a bit of pink paper emerging itself into the world as I ripped the seal. Words had arose onto the paper, transferred into my mind. I couldn’t believe my eyes, me a Freshmen would in a few terse hours be at a Sophomore’s house, and not only that, I would be there for a party. Knowing that Freshmen aren’t usually given this contingency, that’s how I know my impression matters now more than ever.

The teenage years of our lives are often the most challenging. From trying to find out who we are, having a job, and dealing with more rigorous academic work. However, as we approach our late teen years, we begin college and some of us get our first job. In college, we finally pursue that field we always dreamed of studying and make a new circle of friends. Even so, we often find ourselves and our actual interests. Throughout my time in Dominican, I hope to develop as a college student who is more responsible, overachieving, outgoing and that doesn’t give up by the goals I have set and will set every semester, the different academic and extra-curricular activities I become part of and identifying any possible challenges and solutions to them.

When I first heard about this course, I immediately checked to see if completing it was a requirement to graduate. In all honesty, I have never been an individual who enjoyed public speaking or presentations at all and I actively avoided them when I could. Upon finding out that the rumours were true and it was a required course, I was filled with nerves. Though I came from a background in theatre and performing arts, there was something different to me about getting up in front of people and speaking the words someone else had written or the ideas someone else has had, as opposed to those that I had. I was only comfortable in front of an audience when I wasn’t myself. I didn’t expect to do well in, let alone enjoy, this class at all.