Personal Narrative: A Family Divided

As the Frost Festival finally drew to a close, the excitement of the frost fae, both royal and non-royal, began to wane as the festivities and parties died down, and the frosty multicolored flags of the various frost fae Clans were taken down and folded neatly for storage until the next Festival. I’d been working as a Frost Guardian for over twelve hours protecting the princess of the Snowflake clan, and, even though I thought that I was going to be beyond exhausted and more than ready for bed, I still felt strangely wide awake and even a little buzzed with adrenaline, like I’d gotten energy from the remnants of the festivities that had happened around me and the fact that I was finally training in the real world as a Guardian.

For the past seventeen years of my life minus a few months, I have lived in the United States. I grew up skiing and bicycling in Grand Rapids, Michigan, until my family decided to move all the way out west to Flagstaff, Arizona. Many eleven-year-olds might become stubborn and defensive in response to such a massive, life-changing move, but I remember embracing it because I was with my family, and I was ready to face any obstacle that unveiled itself to me because I knew that my late comedic father, my worrisome mother, and my troublesome brother would be right by my side. As we made the two-day drive from Michigan to Arizona in our SUV together, we watched the numbers on the odometer crawl up more and more until there were 2,000 more miles on the car than there were when we started, and we

I think I could say I have a pretty tight-knit family. Only immediate family though, like my mom and siblings. I grew up in Fairview Heights until I was five with a brother and two sisters. I was the youngest out of all of them and always got picked on, but as we all have grown up we get closer and closer.

2014 Fall Semester in the begining was going pretty good i was excited to began school , adapting to the new college life, and interacting with friends and new people. I was attending all my classes on time , studying , and completing the required assigments that needed to be done. I also was working a full-time at Gensis Logistics it wasnt easy trying to manage my schedule , but i tried to make it work the best i could. MTE 1 , 3 , and SDV was a breeze to me I was completing my assigments , studying , and understanding the information that was given to me. Now on the otherhand ENG wasn't hard for me i just didnt understand the content that was teached by the teacher. English was always the strongest subject for me so i couldnt understand why it was such a problem in college , maybe it was the teacher and her teaching methods. I never understood any information that was given it seemed to me like our class was always off topic one class period we would talk english, and then another class period we would talk about something else besides english. Then she assigned papers and assigments that was unfamilar to me it seem like everytime she assigned the class papers

My interviewee is a second generation immigrant with one parent who was born in El Salvador and the other who has Mexican roots but was born in the United States. For the purposes of confidentiality my interviewee will be addressed as Ana from here on out. In this interview paper I will discuss the experiences that Ana faced growing up in a tri-racial household. I will also evaluate her experiences regarding assimilation to the lectures and reading assigned through out this course.

I’ve been trudging along for what seems like hours. I lost count of my steps sometime after my car broke down. When I look around all I see is an almost tangible grey curtain hiding everything except for a small segment of the highway. As I look forward the dark grey of the asphalt blends into the fog. I have no Idea what time it is when the fog rolled in my phone died. Without a clock, any length of time seems to go on forever, especially when the sun is hiding behind the fog. I just something I don’t understand about my situation, there has been no change in light since the fog rolled in. Same brightness the whole time. It’s almost like it’s not that I can’t tell time is passing. It’s that time isn’t passing, but that’s impossible.

When it comes to what separates me from other teenagers, there would be quite a bit to tell. I would say a major difference which separates me from my peers is my love for barbershop harmony music. I do not have a quartet of my own; however, I love to sing barbershop tags with other friends at church. I set myself apart from the world because of my beliefs: as a New Testament christian, I believe the bible gives us all instruction concerning spiritual matters.

Who knew that things could change so abruptly, it almost felt that my whole world was flipped within a blink of an eye. Things were going to be different from now on, the people, the weather, even the fresh summer breeze from the coast will soon become a cold bitter winter breeze. This all came to my mind when my mom announced to my family that we’re moving, to New Jersey, once my school goes on summer break. At first, I began to panic, why do we have to move? Why can’t we just live here? We don’t even know anyone there, except for my aunt. We just moved here three years ago from New Jersey, and we didn’t like it, that’s why we only lived there for a month. Then why would we would we like it now? I question my mom, and I demanded explanations

To the Dad, at your age, no it wouldn't be a good idea to have a 27 year old drug addict grandson stay with you. This is one of those things that has to fix itself. For one, your daughter has to evict her son and stop enabling him, if he won't get help for his drug addiction. My In-laws kicked out a drug addict daughter with kids, because a social worker said it would be the only way for her to get clean, was to stop the support. She got arrested a couple of months later, her kids went in Foster Care. She was given a year sentence, she got off drugs and finished her GED in jail. When she got out she did AA meetings and got a job and eventually got her kids back. My In-Laws kept her at arms length for the rest of their lives due to her behavior

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We all live on this place called earth. Each and every one of us are destined to do great things in this world. We have goals and aspirations that we want to achieve. Some are able to get theirs, before others, but that doesn’t necessarily stop you from claiming your blessings. You have control over your own life. I looked at this story in a biblical aspect. God gave each of us the power of free will. I view the maze as my life. God has placed me at my starting point and it is up to me to start walking through it or sit and wait for somebody to give me that push or else I will I stay there forever. I have to search for what I want. It will not be handed to me . In the book I view the maze as the four characters life as well. In the beginning each of the characters were ecstatic to go through the journey of the maze. They were exciting to search for what they wanted and needed it wasn’t until Hem and Haw learned the hard-way about comfortability. To me the cheese symbolized happiness and your blessings. Your happiness, goals and blessings will not always just sit there. Sometimes they move because they need to. Either you pick up the mindset like Hem and Haw and become arrogant about it or you are like Sniff and Scuffy and know better blessings are coming your way, so you don’t get

Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was

Dad. Mandy. Blended family. My dad, Eric, had been at Kniman Bar after his day shift up at BP where he met a woman named Mandy, who had been working there. She gave him a ride home after his buddies let all the air out of him tires, and little did I know, my life was about to become hell. On August 10 of 2002, my dad and Mandy got married and her and her daughter, Kaleigh Walden, moved in with us. At the time we were living with my grandparents, who owned a convenience store, Fisher’s Grocery. At the beginning it was okay. But after about two years, it was hell.

But a new wave of feelings hit me when at a young age I had to watch my Dad struggle with figuring out who he was. He didn’t understand that confused feeling either. Like you don’t know where you’re supposed to be. I remember more painful times before the split when he wasn’t happy. There were days filled with fake smiles at dinner followed by fitting in the parking lot of the Weathervane, as my parents traded unpleasantries with each other.

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.