My : My Role Model

Joan Smetana is an eighty-four year old, four foot ten, Catholic-German woman. She is sister to Mary-Ann Koenig wife to the late-Robert Smetana, and mother to Therese and Mary. She has five grandchildren, one of them in me. I love my grandmother, or as I call her: “Nana.” She is one of those woman that everyone loves, whether you know her or not; however, those who are closest to her, her family, tend to love her more from a distance, but love her none the less. She is literally the center of her family, as her house is in between the homes of her two daughters, otherwise known as my backyard and two streets over from my Aunt Mary. Eighteen years of growing up, knowing she was watching out her window for any sign of trouble and having

Still grieving and refusing to come to terms with the death of her little boy three years ago, young Catholic mother Sophia Howard is prepared to do whatever it takes, even if this requires to subject herself to the onerous labour of performing a prolonged and elaborate Hermetic ritual.

We attended the memorial that was held in the humble chapel that our washwomen worshipped in every Sunday. As I looked around, unexpected faces filled the room. Everyone wore black, Jew and Gentile alike. This old women affected each of these people in a different way, whether she did their laundry or was just a friend. There was no animosity between Jew and Gentile because we all remembered the same woman. We all gathered there for the same reason, honoring and remembering a humble woman who lived a rich life.

My mom has constantly shared snippets of stories from her past with me, so I have been given a glimpse into what her life was like before she had me. I have constantly been intrigued by the stories that she has told me, so when this project was assigned I wanted to learn about what she considers her hero’s journey to be. Before talking to her, I would not have imagined that she considers her hero’s journey to be having my sister and me.

My maternal great-grandmother, Turinesh Desta, was born in Tigray, Ethiopia and had never attended school in her life. She was forced into marriage at 13, ran away from her husband with her children at 16, and started her own restaurant at 17. My paternal grandmother, Alefech Dominico Ghermay, was educated, spoke five languages, and married the love of her life, who was a doctor. In my life, I was fortunate enough to live under one roof with these two women. Although they were innately different in almost every aspect imaginable, they shared a common ground in that they both taught me defining lessons about hard work, determination, and loving and respecting others, as well as

When I was 9, I lived in Texas. One sunny day my sisters and I were sitting in side because we just came back from fishing and we has gotten three big catfish because the huge lake was behind our house after you cross the railroad. Later that day this car arrived at our house, and a woman and a man came to the door and gave my dad a paper and he read it all i remembered was that that he started crying and then he told all three of us to go with them, so we arrived at this huge building and they took us inside they questioned us and then took all of us to different rooms. They got all of us to different rooms. They got all of us two pairs of clothes and a pair of shoes. They called my mom and I hadn’t seen her in two years and they told her that if she didn’t come get us at a certain time we would go to a foster

Upon completion of this assignment, I received the opportunity to interview my great-aunt, Jacqueline Izora Burns Torrance. It was great to get in contact with her and learn about her life and parts of mine along the way. Aunt Jackie is 65 years old is a very inspiring woman who prides herself on her relationship with Christ, being very work-oriented, having upstanding morals/values, and being resilient.

Clare became ill, "She would have herself propped up with pillows; then she would spin and weave fine cloth for making alter linings" (80). These linens would be given to surrounding churches of Assisi and as many as fifty sets of alter linings were constructed (80). Since the woman were not permitted to travel as much as the Brothers were able to do, Clare had to find other ways to share her faith through actions as well as words. Relating back how Clare would weave and construct beautiful things for poor churches, my grandmother and I knit and crochet offerings to those in need through the example of St. Clare. My grandmother forms soft, warm blankets for an organization that houses domestically abused women and children. However, I prefer to crochet winter hats and head bands that I donate to different organizations that distribute them to men, women, and children in

My strengths are experience I have from my practicum and volunteer, hard-working personality, and observation skills. I independently interacted with patients and families and provided therapeutic play and activities in pediatrics and PICU. I also observed child life specialists in NICU, surgery, emergency department, and trauma. Observation enables me to interact and communicate effectively with patients and their families. I respect the individual differences such as culture, religion, and their unique needs.

My is Diane Monexil. I took english 101 online in the summer however due to many disturbances did not pass. In the first week of english 101 my Professor was late in posting the syllable and task for the class. The topics for the class were very confusing and I did not understand the work given because i did not have my books.I didn't have my book ready because my grant paper had not been lost somewhere along the application process. A whole week has pass and i still did not have my book.I went to takoma book store many times they say that i did not have money in the school id. I went to the students dual enrolment office but the person in charge of the grant papers was not there. At that time i did not know that my grant paper was lost.

The five roles that I have identified myself in are as follows. Initiating, encouraging, gatekeeping, side conversations and standard setting testing.

Common elements among these stories and experiences is that the people who have influenced me the most have shaped me as a person. They have helped me fight for what I want and reach my goals in various ways. They are the ones that have shaped my values. Through my influential relationships, I also learned to value the person I am.

I interviewed Neda Alvieri, my seventy two year old Nana (grandmother) from Croatia. Nana was born on February 18th, 1942 in Poljana, Croatia, where she still lives today. She was raised with her 2 brothers and 2 sisters by her mother and father in their village. It was her responsibility on the village to help tend to the animals, crops, and when she was in her teens, help her mother do basic housework. Religion was and still is an important part of my Nana’s life, being a devoted Christian. Every week, the family would walk with the rest of the village to the local church and pray. She enjoyed singing and knitting growing up, and I am actually lucky enough to have a few things that she knitted for me. She never went to school when she was a kid. By the time she was sixteen, she was married to my Dido, (grandfather). It was an arranged marriage by her parents and his. By 1960, when she was 18, she had her first child, my Teta (aunt) Lucjiana. At this time, she had moved away from her family to live with her husband. Dido Bruno never had a proper education either. He was a carpenter. Some of the houses he built are still standing today. When my Nana got married, she did the same

At only three years old, Jasmin Darznik and her mother, Lili, left Iran and began their search for a new life in California. Unaware of her past, Jasmin grew up trying to fit in with Californian culture. Following her father’s passing, she and Lili started going through some of their things in preparation to move. Jasmin stumbled upon an old photograph, one which showed her mother in a veil next to

Flames shot twenty feet into the air. Drums blared, guitars strum, and one tear escaped my eye. This was the greatest experience of my life, I was finally getting to see my hero, Paul McCartney. While most kids of the generation look up to the the likes of Justin Bieber, and Ariana Grande, I differ. My hero has integrity, he stands up for what he believes in, even if it’s not a popular opinion. Even better is his ability to inspire, his lyrics and rhetoric make people change for the better. A true hero has the ability to make people act, not by force, but because they want to.