Personal Narrative: A Change In My Work Environment

The obstacle that I had, stopped me from being happy, or living the life that I wanted to live. Being alone, antisocial, and other obstacles that I had, blocked me from being happy and instead lead me into a life where I did not know what to do. Sometimes an obstacle is nothing physical like a barrier or some force, for me it was mental warfare that I had with myself for years that I still deal with to this day. Conflicting with yourself is just as bad as someone else or an object because you have to deal with the fact that you did this all to yourself, you can’t give anyone else the blame. That however, could lead to even more mental warfare in your own head, especially if you are very defiant to take blame like I am.

Early realignment and retaining eight OH-58D Kiowa Warrior Helicopter Armament / Electrical / Avionics Systems Repair (15J) Soldiers work in A Troop remained paramount to launch-recover-launch operations, an Operational Readiness (OR) rate of over 98%, and leading TF Wolfpack with over 11,000 hours flown

I am emailing to tell you that my major change to mangement was completed today! Furthermore, I am curently on the wait list for both MGT 471 and MGT 390. Yesterday when we met, we both discussed that you would only be able to get me into 471 but you would have to talk to the professor about 390.

I get down on all fours and relax my whole body, my bones begin to crack. Unlike most wolves, where it stops hurting awhile after your first shift. Mine shift didn't. It still hurts even though it has been six years (No. Our cloths they don't rip, and no. Don't ask me where they go)

- my chest is going to collapse.. maybe more emotionally than physically but it all feels as if the pain is real and can always be felt.

As I sat down to write how I have improved and what my weaknesses are it took forever for anything to come to mind. I kept thinking, “Well I did improve on this, but I would still consider it a weakness.” I was staring at my blank page on my laptop and my outline I did not come with any ideas. I excel at writing, and punctuation; however, I struggle in writing a thesis, comma splices, and word choices.

I was able to get back to working like nothing had happen but unfortunately my session had end for my first term. I had been in contact with my professors about the issues and trying to get caught up but time was up and I was unable to do so. I then thought I was going to have a great next term starting in the summer of 2015. I began off strong doing well like the first term, then work started to intensify. I began working later and later. I was clearing over 40 hours almost every week and coming home just to sleep. I normally work from 9am to 6pm, but with late kids, preparing for the fall classes for the kids and moving rooms around I was working more like 8am to 7pm sometimes 8 am to 8pm. So when I came home to do school work I be so exhausted that I was able to do bits and pieces of it never was able to fully dedicate myself to the school work like I was suppose to.

This week in field was interesting as I experienced a situation I am certain will re-appear after entering the work field. On Monday my field supervisor and I received a phone call from a mother who had been physically abused by her boyfriend. The mother was emotional and admitted to having scares and bruises. Before the client was able to explain the situation, my supervisor informed the client I would be listening to the conversation; receiving consent from the client before allowing me to sit in on the conversation. After receiving consent, my supervisor went on to ask questions in regards about the mother’s safety and her children’s. The questions she asked were, “Is the boyfriend still in the home?” “Were the children around when the abuse

“The thing about perspective-changing events is that they usually don't announce themselves as such.” -Andrea Goeglein. For my family and me, there are few quotes that seem quite as true as this. We have learned all too well how one split-second can entirely change one’s perception of their life and the world around them. I know now how a seemingly awful event can be beneficial to the mindset of a person- how one occurrence can make everyone realize and appreciate the most important things in life.

Friedrich Hayek stated, “What is most urgently needed in most parts of the world is a through sweeping-away of the obstacles of free growth.” Change is a heavy and formidable force that you either participate in or stand by and watch as it unravels--no inbetween. Change is raft that you jump into to cross an aggressive river stream--life. Some distrust and fear unhindered growth. They chose to remain on shore, complacent in the familiarity of the life they know. Some--my ancestors--are not averse to change; they jump in, paddles in hand. They leap into the raft, embracing unobstructed change and the subsequent tools of human innovation that emerge. This is no easy feat, but each time the raft slows down with enough time for its riders to catch their

Island life is nice… if you don’t live it every day. I’m sure any teenager you ask born and raised on any small island like St. Thomas will tell you the same:There are barely any clothing stores, grocery prices are high, and the worst part: there are only two public high schools. The metaphor, a “big fish in a small pond” becomes real to you, especially one you enter middle school . After enduring this for about five years, I decided that I needed to leave St. Thomas ASAP for the sake of my education, my future and, most importantly, for my sanity. August of 2016 I boarded a plane headed northward to Georgia leaving my parents an empty nest early, to live with my aunt and uncle. Four hours from my new life, I was hit with the most agonizing realizations :I don’t know anyone. I don’t know how to act. Georgia? I don’t know her.

When I was eleven years I had experienced two fundamental shifts in my life, though at the time I was quite unaware of the long lasting implications of these shifts. The first shift occurred when I had my first panic attack. The second shift occurred later in the year when I was made of my father’s worsening alcoholism. It is these two seemingly independent events to which I pinpoint the foundation of my own feminism. Over the next decade, these two flourishing fragments of myself would no longer be able to exist parallely in my own conscious. Instead I would begin to understand the intersection of my experiences of anxiety, emotional abuse, and alcoholism.

Two years ago, on the last day of sixth grade, I was a happy-go-lucky kid who had no idea that my fate would turn my world around. On the last day of school, I say my goodbyes and head for my bus. I scan the room for an empty seat when I spot Melissa. Sixth grade was her first year at Bedminster. She seemed pretty boring, so I twiddled my thumbs for a while. However, sitting next to her made me think about what it would be like to move. To simply drop everything, leave your friends, neighbors, and the comfort of your hometown, and move. Melissa seems to be coping well, she made many friends and she seems like a happy girl. For me, even just the topic of moving away from Bedminster had been an utter nightmare. I bring my attention back to Melissa and she smiles at me and says five words that have stuck with me to this day. “Change can be good sometimes.” That day was the last day of sixth grade, and little did I know, the rest of the

I was four months out of high school: no car, and no job. Finding the right place to work was a challenge. Thankfully, I landed upon a position at a pizza joint known as Little Caesars. It was conveniently close to where I lived; therefore, I did not have to depend on my parents for transportation. I found peace in walking to work and getting myself where I needed to go without help. That peace and self security soon became violated as danger decided to walk itself into my life.

My present job has given me the opportunity to work with the public all day for example, a