Personal Narrative: A Day Two With Helen

When I was six I wanted to be Hannah Montanna. When I was 12 I still dreamed of becoming a pop-star, but figured I could have a second job too – just in case. I’m seventeen now and I’ve have read Maya Angalou and Ralph Waldo Emerson; I’ve studied American history, marvled at astounding scientific discoveries, and cheered for political revolutions. I've traveled to different states and analyzed geological features for the aesthetic beauty and for the geological history. I've done many things, the logical step here would be then for me to pick; speak or forever hold my peace, but in all honesty, I don't know what I want to be. My six-year old self would say it's because I've seen too much, I think it's because I haven't seen enough. I want to

I have had many great mentors that have stood out in my life thus far, but I have one lady that really stands out. Her name is Tina; I know her better as Ms. Hicks. She is a kindergarten teacher and Glee Club director at the middle school I attended. I came to know her really well when I joined the Glee Club my sixth grade year. She is so selfless and always puts others before herself. I just began watching her one day and realized that I wanted to be just like her. I began to volunteer in her classroom the last period of the day because I want to be an elementary school teacher as well. I decided why not learn form the best. Throughout the year, I learned so much from her. She taught me that students can learn and have fun while they

This is a letter in support of Sally Robertson, a very talented teacher with whom I have had the pleasure of working as her student and her colleague over the course of many years at Georgia Perimeter College.

Jane and I grew up in grade school together. She was in the class ahead of me, but her and I were still friends. My father was into politics and involved himself in whatever he could with Jane's dad. Since our fathers were away quite often, we would spend a lot of time together. Since Jane didn't have a mother, my mother would often include Jane in whatever my sisters and I were doing. We would have great talks together talking about what we wanted to do when we grew up. Even though neither one of us knew what we wanted to do, Jane was someone that always had the biggest heart for helping people. She was always talking about the stories her father told her about President Lincoln, and even though she didn't know how, she knew she wanted to be someone to make change like he did.

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

Meet Helen, her story began 7 year ago when she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Before the disease she was like every stereotypical grandmother, but once she began to develop the disease she would forget words, names and misplaced things. For the next six years she slowly declined and started to act younger and forget even more things. After the disease became too much for my grandfather to handle alone she was admitted into a facility to further her care. While in the facility she became angry, confused and sometimes didn't even remember her name. After almost a year in the facility she was placed into hospice. Hospice provided her with easier access to medications and care twenty-four hours a day. After only a week in hospice she heavily

“I wish for the same aspect I’ve hoped for from the beginning. I wish for a life so fearless, so unpredictable, so full of unexpected joys and unforgettable love that no box could possibly contain all my memories. Such a life won’t be perfect. It’ll be something better, it will be my own paradise”. I’m going to share with you about my “Helene Tucker”. My symbol is my friend Taylor, which represents love, trust, and laughter “everything I want”.

Sorry for the delay. I’ll communicate with the closing coordinator next. Helen’s son in law called me last night to confirm plans. They would like to pre-sign on Friday afternoon “23rd" or Monday mid day “26th”. Moving company will be there Monday morning “26th" and should be out of there by 2 or 3pm. A walk through anytime after 4pm on Monday 26th should work out fine. As far as furniture…at this point they don’t plan on leaving anything…however I’ll speak with Helen again tomorrow and let you know if there is any change with that.

Click. They opened the door to see Margot staring at them with big eyes. She looked like a possessed child you see in the haunted movies. She was very pale and looked at all of her classmates. But Margot wasn't looking at them; she was staring into nothingness. “Margot, you okay,” said a student slowly back tracking. Margot muttered, “Seven, seven, seven...” The students were all confused. They were all trying to find why she is continuously saying seven. Margot stopped. She stood up straight, but the people had to help her. She asked for someone to come close like Margot was about to tell her a secret, but the secret was exposed if she was trying to keep one. She screamed as loud as she could into the girl’s ears, “SEVEN YEARS TILL THE SUN

One day I received a message asking that I teach a girl how to speak so I responded by saying yes. Then the next day I was sleeping when suddenly I heard a knock on the door and I thought to myself who could it be? So I nervously walked to the door and when I opened the door, I saw a lady and a child I asked may I help you? And they said “Are you Anne Sullivan?””yes” I responded “and who are you” I asked then she said “you said you would teach my daughter.”. I was confused at first, then it clicked.

My bare feet slap against the smooth, cold floor as I graze my hand across the fractures of the dark gray walls. Patients walk around me with nurses scolding them like monstrous mothers. Compared to all the psychos in here, I seem to be an angel. I never talk back, I always listen, I do what they say. Nurse Helen even said I may be released in a month's time. The workers don’t understand why I was sent here, and neither do I for that matter. I can ignore his voice, I can reject his advances on my mind, I...

Anna has been doing an exceptional job adjusting to camp life; she’s been having lots of fun and hasn’t had any problems with homesickness so far. She gets along really well with her other two tent mates, Livie Jennings and Gigi Bylinsky. Although, the tent is always full of energy and fun, we’re working on rule following and respect. We have been discussing the importance of some of Aloha Hive’s rules and how they are put in place to make our experience here better. Anna has been very open to change, and the infractions are really very minor. We have also been focusing on the importance of community and trying to break down the cliques that have started to form in the unit, this is a gradual process and Anna is doing a great job of gradually

He had stood in the dark, gloomy doorway — illuminated only by the small front porch light — mute and motionless for a few seconds; he had been preparing not just himself, but me too for what he was about to reveal. I guess that somewhere deep down I knew what it was the whole time. I mean, they were gone for many hours and only returned around one on a school morning; what else would that mean? He hesitantly approached. Even a few feet away, the medicinal scent of the emergency animal hospital radiated off of him. He peered down into my eyes; that’s when he finally said it. “I’m sorry, Hun, she’s gone.” He was talking about my Golden Retriever, Kylie, who meant more to me than anyone or anything in life. As he finished, tears started

If there was one person that I could know for my entire life, it would be my best friend. I have many best friends, but if I had to choose one, it would be Grace Whalen. Grace is very wild at times and she can always put a smile on my face, which is why she is my best friend and why I value our friendship. She is always there to make me happy. Also, we go on crazy, “adventures,” together, which is simply going to Seven Eleven. That is another thing that I am fond of, even the simplest things is like a great adventure. A best friend is someone who you would want to have in your live forever and that makes everything exciting, that friend is

It was a bright and sunny day. I was playing with my kitten. I was outside it was hot and humid. I was in my front yard running through my sprinkler trying to cool down. My neighbors had a dog her name was ellie. She was a big dog she was always on a chain that was Coated in plastic. I played in the sprinkler for a few more hours. I got my cat and took him through the sprinkler to. He got wet and started to scratch he scratched my head is was deep and gushed blood. I put him down and went inside.i came out a few minutes later my can was still sitting in the ground waiting for me. I picked him up and started to rock him back and forth. Out of the corner i saw ellie trying to get off her leash so i moved away and continued. I did this for a few minutes when i again saw ellie trying to get off her leash.