Parlez-Vous Anglais Narrative

My first language is English, But I speak some French. My name is Sarah, And je suis Canadian.

Mum and Sophia walk into the lounge room with their glasses of water, place them down on the table and sit down; Sophia pulls out her phone while her mum starts watching TV, Sophia’s phone goes off. Mum freezes and Sophia starts talking.

“Welcome to the military these people will be your comrades. So you may have half an hour to socialise.” She than left the room.

At a young age Condoleezza was introduced to the French language. She was always willing to learn and

As citizens of the United States, the world hegemon and lone superpower in nearly all aspects, we often take our position for granted. When someone approaches an American and it is obvious that English is not their native language, there is the chance that the American will not fulfill the interaction as completely as they would otherwise. In other words, the American might subconsciously make judgements on their intelligence or other characteristics. It’s not uncommon for an American to speak almost cartoonishly slow and annunciated at non-English speakers – either out of a legitimate concern of understanding, or out of an attempt to belittle them. When arriving to Quebec, I will be placed at the lower end of this barrier, so to speak.

My background is a military one, that is riddled with fighting, leaving home, and death. “Sempre Fi” has always been a common household saying in my mother's family, considering her two older brothers were US Marines. When I was a little girl, my uncles were deported to the Gulf of Mexico to fight in Desert Storm, and that was a terrifying point in my youth life. On my father’s side, the Air Force was the branch our family adored. My great grandfather was a pilot and so was my grandfather. To this day, my grandfather is my hero but unfortunately died early due to pancreatic cancer. Flying and the water have always run through my blood and always will. The Navy was the one branch that I could combine my love for flight and water into one.

I am 1/128th Cherokee I have my CDBI card and receive all my native benefits. I discovered that I also have French in my blood line. So I call myself a French Indian. I am not sure where my family came from I was unable to locate some of the family history, but I am not giving up on tracing my family tree. I know that I have Choctaw blood line as well, my mother and I are tracing that back as well. All of my Indian blood line comes from my mother’s side of the family. I am not sure what blood line my father has, I just haven’t had the desire to look that side of my family up and do the

Once I lived in Maumelle. When we moved there my Mom said, “ This is going to be the place where we spend the rest of your childhood.” Me (Lilly Hartman) and my brother (Wilson Hartman) was excited to spend it here in Maumelle. It was a wonderful place. We lived in a one story house and with a dog named Katie and a Cat named Sassy, and for some time a fish named Benson. Our house was one on the corner of the street so we had the biggest yard on the street. It was Absolutely Wonderful.

Being part of the Dual Language program is an experience I cherish because of how it molded me into the person I am today; someone who appreciates their two cultures. I was apart of the Dual Language club in high school, that was a club for bilingual students and for Dual Language students. Further, being part of a diverse program made me realize that I want to continue to celebrate and appreciate my two cultures. The Dual Language program exposed me to a culture embedded in my roots, for that I am thankful for it. Being active and part of two different cultures has impacted me more than any other experience.

I was in your Rennaissance English class at Horn from 2001- 2004. I attended Stanford University for undergrad before moving to Washington, DC where I taught middle school math. After I left the classroom, I was a coach of first-year math teachers and then began coaching school principals on instructional leadership. This summer I moved to Cambridge, MA where I'm the Chief of Staff for the Achievement

“ Do you happen to know who Amelia Wilder is? He said as he slowly slid a picture of her towards Joana.

I interviewed Julie French, one of my teachers from high school. Julie has been married to the love of her life for thirty-three years, and eight years later they had their daughter. She is fifty-six years old, and has been teaching for twenty-two years. Julie is a science teacher at Lone Grove. Julie’s dedication to the student’s learning, why she chose science, and the relationship between her and her students is why I chose her instead of a different teacher.

If I could spend a day with anyone, It would most likely be Madame Giry. She would give me a tour of the opera house, showing me the chandaleir, all the hidden doors, exploring the history. After that, we would practice singing, she would show me what its like to sing on stage, give me tips on how to improve. Next, we would go to lunch in paris, I would explore the french tastes. After that comes, Hearing stories about Meg's childhood, all the embarrassing ones of course. Later, I would tell her what it's like to live in canada, and all the differences about each others' cultures. Madame Giry would take me to see the world of fashion held in paris, seeing the differences in teens' attire. Later, would be seeing the Eitfull tower, climbing

When Kristina and Brandon got married they decided to open a CrossFit Prevail Gym in McHenry Illinois. Brandon dressed and went downstairs to eat breakfast then headed out the door to get to the gym to coach the 5am WOD class at the gym then head to his job afterward. When Brandon left it was 4:45am Kristina lied back down and fell back to sleep. When the second alarm went off at 6:45am Kristina found a little munchkin in bed with her it was Chase. He had snuck into her room to give her morning cuddles. After morning snuggles both Kristina and Chase got up and went to wake the girls for school. Running in and jumping on his sisters Chase finally awoke them and they all headed down stairs for breakfast. While all three children ate their cereal and watch cartoons. Kristina went up to take a quick shower and dress herself to take the kiddos to school. After finishing their cereal, the three children all went upstairs to get dressed. Madison the oldest dressed herself, made herself a lunch and packed her bag for school. As Madison was finishing packing her bag Makenna came down the stairs to pack her bag. After dressing Chase Kristina came down stairs to help her children. Kristina made Makenna a lunch and packed Chase a snack for preschool. “Get your shoes on” Kristina yelled as she turned off the lights and television. By the time that everyone got out of the house and into the car

It is also assumed that the act of telling a story can provide insight into past, present and future events (Espinoza, 1997). By going through this process, individuals can find the importance of certain events and assign roles to people who are a part of their story. This act can allow a client to find new meaning and understanding to their reality (Espinoza, 1997). Not only is a