Personal Narrative: A Change In A Home

The home was really messy. It had a lot of dangerous and hazardous elements all around the home. As soon as I walked in I saw cocaine on the table, at arms reach for the children in the home. The mother had prescription medication lying all over the home: living room, bathroom and bedroom. She also had alcohol and cigarettes lying around the home were the children had access to them. The mother had empty wine bottles lying around the home. The cleaning supplies were out in the open were the children could reach them. This could be a hazard due to the fact of the different chemical in the product. When I looked inside the refrigerator, the mother just had eggs, juice and milk for the children. The refrigerator contained more

One morning, i was in 6th grade, my sister and I wake up, and we are home alone. We heard large noises on the porch. We went to go peek through the curtain, and there was a man lying on our porch. I called the neighbors, and we both hopped the fence and they let us in. The cops had then been called, while the stranger was still on our porch. The cops arrive and get the stranger and his information. The following day, we found out the man was on probation. The significance of this day, was the neighbors, that we are good friends with, helped us out in the moment of panic, and my sister and I not knowing what to do. Transformation that created fear of this day, was when we were home alone getting ready for school around 10:30, and then having a stranger at my doorstep. Also, not knowing what to do at that one moment of panic at time.

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

I left my radio in the back room in was most likely with the volunteer who was covering for me. He yelled at me to "get up" and told me lets talk in Joshs' office (which was a few steps away). Daniel storms in Joshs' office, turns on the light and sits down in the office chair in front of the desk with his arms crossed and a sticky note in his hand. I follow him and prop the door open with the door stop is I say "lets keep the door open it's hot in here." The real reason I did this was because I was extremely uncomfortable. He then yells, "Do you want to tell me where you have been?". I was standing in the door way, not completely in the room when I told him that I met with HR. He asked very angrily who I got permission to leave from and then stated that I left my post without permission.

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

Out the window and down the fire escape, twenty floors was nothing at this point, and considering police would have to get here and go all the way up to the top, I was in the clear. As I slide down the ladder to the ground, I heard the sirens pulling up in the front, perfect timing, I walked out the alley, taking off my hoodie and slowly joining the crowd forming behind the cop cars. “The best place to hide is in plain sight,” something grandpa told me that I'll never forget, though considering I was a college student with a backpack in New York, blending in was a given. Making my way to the side of the crowd, trying to catch a word of what the officers were saying. “Suspect, average height, weight, witness says all they saw was a shadow going out the window.

All I had ever wanted to be when I grew up was a mom. My husband and I tried for years to have children but alas it wasn't in God's plan for us. So we needed a new plan. We looked into foster care.

My home town, where I grew up at, and where I am at now. These three characters link to the three different houses.

In my seventh-period P.E. class Mrs. Greene announced to us, “That it is cold outside so you can either stay in the gym or go outside.” Faith, Jessica, and I stood up from the hard black unappealing plastic bleachers to go outside. As I opened the door, the wind whipped around my bare skin and leaves whirled along the ground. “It is freezing; I'm going back inside.” I retorted. We were walking along the narrow hallway going back to the gym when we met Carlie. She gave us no room to walk by her so I retreated to the wall that way we wouldn’t collide with each other. I turned around and saw Carlie bump into Faith. “Move outta my way.” Faith screeched ferociously. Carlie looked at Faith with her eyes glaring, but preceded to walk onward down

While I am sitting in front of my computer, figuring out what assignment is due next week or even more, what is due tomorrow, I keep repeating myself: I which there is another me to split the workload. I know that I am behind with my house chores, hence I keep reminding myself, I need to cut the grass on the back yard. I stopped thinking about the house chores and I finally begin writing a proposal that will be due next week. “Hey, have you paid the note for the car yet”, my wife interrupted me while I was barely getting to write the beginning memo of my proposal. “No not yet, I replied”. “I been busy with school work and other stuff.” “Damn, if you don’t pay it by tomorrow we will pay a late fee”, my wife answered. “Ok, Ok, just let

Day 1: After such problems of reaching the community director at Azalea, I told my group to go the place instead of calling. Only two people kept saying that we should continue to call, which was really annoying because they did not even try to call, it was always me. But after convincing them, we went and we finally meet Mickey who is the director of events. She explained to us that their schedule was very tight because they have many things planned for the residents. After speaking to her, we decided on coming two times and present three topics each time so that it made a total of six visits.

I was raised in an untraditional home. My mother was a teenage parent and my father was older with two children of his own when I was born. Eventually I would have three more siblings join the family. My parents struggled tremendously to care for six children, which forced them to worked several jobs each to provide the necessitates. Providing health care for a family of eight was beyond what my parents could afford even while working two job each, however state medical assistance made sure we each had the care we needed. My parents demanding work load shifted the responsibility of caring for my siblings on me. The financial stress my parents faced continued as I approached college. My decision on which undergraduate university I would attend

I didn't want to go to the dinner because Frank would be there with Gloria. Earlier I told Wes we shouldn't go to the dinner with his parents. He got mad and said what was he suppose to do, break it of with them. I just left it alone because I didn't feel like arguing. When we was close to the ranch Wes shouted to us we could go camping at they Yellowstone to see the geyers. I told him a real vacation would be to see the mountains. This vacation promise he made to us meant Wes and I wasn't fighting anymore. I was relieved. When we finally arrived I saw Franks truck covered in dirt. They were already here. I didn't like Wes parents house. It was too much for my eyes. My parents home was much better. Wes father was already outside waiting for