Personal Narrative: A Day At The Spot

Some of the activities that I did over the weekend were, I had one of my best friends Anna stay over. We did a lot of fun stuff like: Eat lots of food, watch YouTube vids and lots of dancing. I also went to my cousins wedding and reception. I had chicken (Yum) and mashed potatoes. They had the most amazing cupcakes. On Sunday, we didn't really do anything but just relax.

“Casey, your group needs to do the stunt one more time!” coach said imprudently. It happened March 26, 2015; it was at the end of a two hour practice. During the summer months in South Georgia, it is utterly hot and humid, especially in our cheer gym (a warehouse with no air conditioner); it only has two heavy-duty fans and a roll-up door. With this in mind, my group became slightly irritated. Everyone was exhausted; nevertheless we still had to do the stunt anyway.

Last summer I wanted to work and earn a little cash and distract myself and not be home all summer. I didn't know where to apply so I applied everywhere I was even open to working in the fields my parents told me that the fields were the last place they ever wanted me to work. My mom and step dad Raul always told me that field work wasn't easy and that it was not for me but I didn't listen.

I have been in the Marine Corps for roughly three and a half years and throughout that time I have done many things. Most of the things that I have done were with Combat Logistics Battalion 26. For three years, I worked with that unit through work ups and a deployment and I have seen and done many unique things. However, nothing I did with CLB 26 felt fulfilling, but that all changed when I changed units to CLB 8.

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.

I chose to break the norm of either smiling at strangers or giving them a neutral look when you make eye contact. I decided to give every stranger I passed a confused look like they had just spoken to me in another language. I must admit, this made me feel a bit goofy. I was on the fence as to whether or not to do this in the first place but I decided I just had to. The responses I received were quite comical. A few people asked if I was alright, and one person even asked if I had a problem with them.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

I’m fairly new to the adult romance genre, and after reading a few that I adored I got a blogger friend of mine to give me some recommendations. On her list of recommendations for romances that are more rom-com was Melissa Foster’s The Real Thing. This was my first Melissa Foster book and I absolutely loved it! I’m so glad I decided to pick up this one as one of my first picks. he Real Thing takes place in a small town called Sugar Lake and features Zane and Willow who have a somewhat complicated history. I loved that they technically started out as friends and kept in touch all those years before getting together as it just made their chemistry and relationship all the more steamier and swoonier. And while the fake relationship trope was used

I completed my field experience at Oasis and the YMCA. My experiences at both locations taught me a lot about what it is going to be like in my classroom when I start teaching. The students at oasis were Latinos that came from a lower income family and struggled academically. Every Tuesday I tutored the same four kids and I was amazed at how much they taught me in one semester. The students advanced so much while through out the time I spent with them. Many of them found it difficult to do their math homework but after a few weeks of working hard, they improved significantly. These special four students have taught me how to deal with several students at once, especially when they all needed my help at the same time. They also

I froze like a ice cube in the car. It felt like all the nerves in my body were engulfing me into a dark pit. The day has come, State finals! I could feel the blood rushing through my body all the way from my head to my tippy toes. We where arriving to the fields and I hade a feeling that what's to come was going to be unexpected. I got out of my car and ran to my team, time for warm ups i thought. Everyone kept hearing whispers of fear, and then the whistle blew. TIme to get out on the field. It was Game time!

“Hey you want to drive”, my step-dad yelled over the loud engine of blue grizzly 4x4 quad I yelled “yes!!”, so as I got one the quad I put on my helmet and fased the strap on the same color helmet.

On the first day we got there pretty late but ended up going to dinner.We went to Pompano Joe’s it was really good seafood and the setup was very different and unique.They had a volleyball court there because it was on the beach we played for a little and it was a lot of fun Once we got back we went on a walk to Dairy Queen and

“Five more minutes,” I respond, while rubbing my eyes, then rolling onto the “cool side” of the bed.

When I first started doing my field experience last semester, I thought it was going to be easy dealing with children for a couple of hours a day. I was wrong though. Dealing with children who just got out of school, and who have been there for eight hours, was sometimes a handful. Last semester, it was difficult, but this semester was a little bit easier. My students were better, my availability to go was better, and it was a better experience this semester. These students showed me many more aspects that there is to teaching, and it was such a memorable experience being a tutor for two semesters.

Bang! I heard a loud noise, it was the door that my daughter slammed, she was coming down the hallway entering the house and she walked past me without saying good evening mom. Then she threw herself on my coach like she owned the joint. I followed her into the living room, well! I said someone is not happy today, have a bad day at work did you. She just looked at me while holding her head towards the ground. I then asked her if she wanted to talk about it. She sounded like she growled and my reply was, when you are ready to talk, you know where to find me.