Personal Narrative: 3rd Watch

When I was ten years old, my mother moved to New York for a new job. My life as I know it changed forever the day I landed at JFK. I still remember my first day of school, a dozen of eyes peered up at me and I have never felt more like an animal at a zoo. The extent of my vocabulary back then didn’t extend much beyond hello and goodbye. At school, I felt like I was watching a silent movie, I can see my classmates talking, but their words sounded like nothing more than white noises to me. I had never felt so helpless and alienated. All I wanted was to go back to the life that I once knew. With that out of the question, I was determined to be fluent in English. In my spare time, I would watch everything from cartoons to news programs on TV,

It was a rainy afternoon-turned-evening and I was faced with the struggle of rummaging up something to eat. I was alone, and cooking for one is never that exciting (to me), I find a sweet pleasure in cooking for others, witnessing their satisfaction with each bite as your sign of endearment. Before I lamented at the thought of cooking for myself, a recipe popped into my mind, shifting my thoughts to excitement. It's one that I'd been wanted to try and just so happened to be the perfect meal to brighten up this grey day, plus it was simple, like really simple.

This will be my ninth week working with Community Partnership of the Ozark. During this week I was able to help set up for a Triple P training and I also began to read my Facilitators manual for the Triple P training I took last week on level 2.I set up for a level 3 training, I set up the tables and chairs in a U shape in order to create equality and interaction. I also made sure they had all the materials required in order to do the training. The training is intended for parents with children ages 0-12. Level 3 consists of a four session intervention, target parents of children with mild to moderate behavior difficulties and includes active skills training for parents (Ralph and Sanders). Level 3 is a face to face or telephone intervention

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It was a sunday morning. My dad came into my room to wake me up. So i got up and got dressed. My mom said to me, “there is a horse show today.” I replied back, “ok are we going to pick up Stu on the way there”. My mom said yes. So i went outside and helped my dad hook up the trailer.

I see myself: a young girl, maybe 3 years old, with her brother, an older, darker-haired boy with his arm wrapped around her. Behind us, a park. Our hair is a tangled mess, and from our windbreakers I can guess it is a windy fall day. Even though I don’t remember this photo being taken, I could tell you exactly what we did that day. On a late-fall Saturday in Virginia, my dad hauled his tackle box, my brother’s Spider-Man and my Tweety bird fishing rods as well as his own to 301 Park down the road from the first home I’d live in as a child. A typical day at that park would go like this for toddler-aged Peyton: fuel up with a Capri-Sun and Little Bites muffins, cast the rod. Reel in a leaf or two, pout in jealousy of the tiny fish my brother could catch. Take a break from fishing to feed the geese. Get bit by the geese. Take a break from feeding the geese by swinging on the swings. Down another Capri-Sun.

In 2012, my family and I were headed out to Hawaii for a 2 week trip. We rented a grotesque hotel that had 3 floors and 1 elevator for everyone to use. Little do you know that elevator had erroneous issues and caused the power to go out.

June 19th 2016, father's day one of the busiest days of Coney Island. It’s my second week on the job. It was like any other day Matthew, another lifeguard, Anthony, one of the supervisor on duty, and I were standing a the lifeguard stand when a woman run up to us and said “there is a problem in the grass area”. Anthony ran over while Matthew and I wait to be told what to do. Not even 15 seconds later a long whistle came from the sollowend and we saw Katelyn jump from the chair and ran to where Anthony was. At this moment I ran and picked up the crash bag while Matthew followed close behind. When Matthew and I reached where Anthony was we saw him and Katelyn moving a man off a chair and onto the ground. Me and Matthew rushed and opened up the crush put our gloves.

I have a confession to make. I do not play multiplayer first person shooters. To be more accurate, I don’t play multiplayer at all if I can help it. I’m the sort of gamer that likes to keep to himself. Gaming for me is about escaping the real world for a few hours and becoming someone other than my normal self. I find I best achieve this in vast, open-world RPG’s and strong story driven games. I find if I am playing an MMO game like World of Warcraft and MamaMia66 comes across my path, this kinda breaks the immersion for me.

I went camping this summer for my friend’s birthday, It was a lot of fun and I have so many great memories from that trip. Marshmallows roasting,going swimming,screaming was so much fun. We also played volleyball and our ball almost fell into their fire. They didn’t care though everyone here was happy,happy kids,happy dogs,even elder people had smiles on their faces. We took a walk down to the dock and at one point it came up and bounced. For that moment I thought we were about to go flying into the water. Everything stopped and I grabbed a hold of the dock. Then we roasted marshmallows and most of them ended up on Jaydin’s little cousins' faces. When it was time to go back into the camper we played the try not to sing challenge.

I sat in the water alone and cold waiting for someone to rescue me. “Maybe this is it”, I thought. Well I don’t really want to explain how I got here but here goes.

Some people just love to corrupt innocent things, don't they? Scott slammed his car door and stepped into the dim, vacant parking lot. They were just rumors. False ones at that. Of course, bad publicity was enough to close down a family entertainment business and ruin the hopes and dreams of children everywhere.

There are certain things that happen for a reason. Although it may be something bad at the moment, it has a huge impact on us later on. We wish they hadn’t happened in the moment. Later on, we are grateful it did happen and the lesson we learned. This happened to me the winter of 2010. I had just discovered we had lost a family member. Little did I know this one moment would have a huge impact on me later in life.

“Can you just shut up?”, my grandmother shouted. It was only seven in the morning and already I had been getting on people's nerves. My brother sat at the table quietly, blinking away sleep from his eyes. The kitchen was filled with the smell of burnt porridge and my grandmother cursed out loud as she mixed the milky substance. “If you hadn't distracted me, it wouldn’t have turned out this way.”, she said as she glared at me and scooped the burnt parts onto my plate. I had lost my appetite and, as soon as she left the room, threw out the porridge. I knew my brother wouldn't tell, we had an understanding. We were the reason for the cockroaches crawling around our shabby apartment, the sole creators of a nightmare behind the kitchen booth we

Suddenly, I heard a phone ring. The other officer behind the desk picked up the call, leaning back in his chair. "What is it? ... Wait, what? ...Yes sir, she won 't be leaving." He looked over at me, his eyes half-closed from exhaustion. "Hey, you? Um, they said that there was an accident and they 're not going to let you leave. They 're going to ask you questions."