Personal Narrative: A Heart In Two Places

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

During the third season of When Calls the Heart, I became the unofficial interviewer of the Hope Valley Kids, probably because I interviewed so many of them. And Jaiven Natt was definitely in that group. With his return to the series this year, we have continued to see his skill and character expand and deepen, so I recently had the supreme opportunity of chatting with him yet again, and this time, we had a decidedly different, but engaging interview covering a wide variety of topics.

Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

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’d had many mini-lifelines thrown my way, none turned out to be the life-altering, ground shaking beneath me, and gates to opening up “heaven”, though. To me, I’d blame it on the different ways I came off to strangers, depends on the day, I could be a multitude of characters, but never latch onto the following of others. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted my lifeline to latch onto, the problem was, I was like a fishing net with a gaping hole--incapable of doing such things. Then, the last person I expected to, stepped up and accepted the challenge.

When I was in the 8th grade, I read your book, The Hiding Place, for the first time. I am not much of a reader, so I struggle to get excited over books. However, from the very first chapter, I was captivated by the emotion and heart that was put into the book. It changed my outlook on how lucky I am to live in a country and a time where I can freely worship God without fear of what will come. I had no idea how much persecution was shown toward the Jewish community during the early to mid 1900s. It brought to my attention how much of a problem religious tolerance, or lack thereof, was during the time period. Even today as we struggle to follow and respect our religious values, we can look back on this time and be grateful for what we

Overall, Trimester 1 has really shed a new light on ELA. Throughout elementary school, I had always despised ELA. I struggled with writing and finishing stories. I had plenty of ideas, but I just wasn’t able to get them onto paper in the form of a story. I knew little of what else ELA class had to offer other than writing stories. This trimester I learned many new things that made me appreciate ELA class a little bit more. I learned that ELA is not just writing stories, it is also finding the theme, reading, and many others.

”Pegale cabron! Mas fuerte” I heard voices yelling and chanting from a distance that didn’t seem too far, flickering a danger flag in my head. I looked around until i saw a quick movement from the corner of my eye. It appeared to be two men fighting underneath the old massive stadium i had just finished running around with my older sister. I wanted to go and investigate the situation but in the back of my i head i heard my mom’s voice saying “don’t talk to stranger, avoid danger.” It took some convincing but my sister soon agreed to check it out, and In minutes we were on our way to where we thought the fight was happening.

My mom and I loved the movie. It was neat to see a Western movie 'cause you really don't see those much any more.

everybody, so it must be our eyes." She looked at me and told me, "You

We're looking for a place to settle down and start a family. We are both moving out of our parents houses. I work full time, I have two jobs as of now and my boyfriend is disabled by the state of Michigan he can't work so he will be taking care of the house he receives disability tho that is his source of income. We do have one dog, a boxer thats a year old, he is house trained Is there any requirements for him?

Watching the men eat the meat they hunted yesterday, I wonder what would have happened if they were in my place. My mother and I barely have an entire meal compared to what the men are eating. As the day went by, I had to say something, I had to speak up, but not for me, for my mother and father’s legacy. When all the men that were on the council were together, I gathered up the courage and walked into their igloo. I told them my point of view and my problems, but not as Keesh, I spoke as the son of the greatest hunter to ever walk on the rim of the polar sea, Bok. My father died trying to save this entire village and everyone seems to forget that I am his son and that my mother is his wife. I have dealt with a lot of hardships since

The dance that was most aesthetically pleasing to me was the dance titled “A Voice.” This dance had a combination of both single-unit and multi-unit movements. It was very appealing to watch. It was interesting to see how they originally started with two people dancing together, with one left out, to a different combination, to a different one. This dance was the one that let me leave the whole show with a smile. I could not believe the chemistry that all of the performers had during that dance. It dragged me into the story that they were portraying. The performance had an aura that I just could not get over. It was obviously the dance of the night for me.