Personal Narrative: A New Responsibility

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

I was incredibly excited. School was starting tomorrow. The first few days were just icebreakers, learning everyone’s names, blah blah blah. Then the real learning began. Of course, teachers started to write our lessons on the board. I started to notice a few changes in what I was seeing. The words they were writing were just...black lines! I didn’t pay much attention to it, I just asked my friends what the board said. As the year went on, it affected me more and more, especially in math. I saw a 2 as a 6, and and an A as an 8.

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

Well, the first day came and I could barely sleep the night before. I put on my new outfit, grabbed my new bookbag and sprinted out the door; but not before my mom took a million pictures of me. The bus ride was tense for me. I sat there and went over my schedule to keep my mind from wandering and thinking about the what

Walking into the coffee shop where everyone else , including me now, confronts people in their lives and continues to discuss important topics. The decorations around me are plain and simplistic, nothing special about this place whatsoever. I wait patiently for my invite to show, mentally preparing myself for the conversation that I want to have so desperately. I think of the topics I want to bring up and the ones I want to focus on more than others. Nervously, I continue to wait and talk myself out of thinking that they wouldn’t show at all. A few minutes filled with deep breaths later, finally they’re here. I walk over to the table we agreed to meet at, and sat politely before greeting them and waiting for a response. I cleared my throat and looked at my lap, trying to refrain from saying anything I’d regret. Taking a deep breath, I tried to remain professional while addressing the topic. Finally, my attention was brought to the person seated in front of me, to the world in front of me. With all the courage I could muster I stared dead into its

So, I made a wrong turn today - literally. My brother called to cancel plans while I was driving, and I ended up somewhere in the DEEP south. (cue banjos) But I am wholly confident that God uses every of my wrong turns for his good.

Today was a hard day for me. I wasn’t feeling well when I got up this morning, but I push through and I’m glad that I did. There is one baby in the infant classroom that want go to anyone except for me; which make me feel good in a kind away. Mrs. Wright keep on trying to work with her, but she’s very slow to warm up to people. It will just have to take time for her to adjust to the teachers. Maybe next week once I’m not in the classroom she will start to warm up to them. I know for me at times it was hard hearing her cry for me, but I couldn’t do anything because I was attending to the other babies in the classroom. It was a challenge for me, but I got over it and learn how to multitask. I couldn’t go to planning with the teachers today

The trickiest part was being able to pick up my youngest brother on time from the babysitter, dropping him off at home, getting food ready so everyone could eat, and getting my sister ready for her activities to get her there on time. Also I had to leave clean baby bottles, snacks, and clean clothes for my brother. Once I got home I had to clean up the house, give my siblings bathes, and do my homework. It was a lot to do but I managed to do it though, I got my siblings to their activities and babysitters on time. I drove and translated to my grandparents when they went out. I even got to work on time and maintained my grades. It was a huge obstacle but it taught me that I could do anything if I set my mind to

“Who thought the baptism water would be as cold as an ice bath?” Much like anyone growing up in Las Vegas, or otherwise known as “Sin City,” we have always been surrounded by people from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Those people are commonly known as “Mormons.” Boy, let me tell you, there are Mormons everywhere in Vegas! There was always something about them that made me interested. There was a light as bright as the sun that always shined from them. They always had a smile on their face, from ear to ear and once you start talking to them I found that they are the nicest people. I then got to know and started hanging out with the Mormons. I then became interested with the religion aspect.

Having my mom work in a different town was difficult for me as a child. She always had to make sure that I was with a family member. Usually my mom chose to take me to my grandma’s house, where she had an outside playset. I loved the playset because it had swings, a sandbox, and a slide. Seeing the swing, I thought it would be a good idea to see how far I could jump off the swing. As soon as the idea popped into my head, I jumped on the swing as fast as I could. Pumping my legs as fast as they could go wasn’t easy. The next thing I’m on the ground

It was Thursday, April 23, 2015 and I was skipping school today. It was bringing your child to work day! I was going to my mother’s work, but I still woke up like usual because she worked at an elementary school. When I woke up I was so excited. It was my first time going to bring your child to work day. After that I eat breakfast, brushed my teeth, dressed up and pop into my mother’s car. As I was in the car sitting in the back, I started talking and said, “I am so excited for today and nervous.”

Today has been pretty strange. I saw this thing, well I actually didn’t see it, but it was there…

Citizen. The word automatically arouses thoughts of nationality and quite frankly, politics. However, could the word not also be applied to the organizations, teams, and families that we pledge allegiance to as well as our country? I believe that the pledges, connections, and commitments that we make personally, the things we truly put most of our time and effort into, are where a deeper citizenship lies. Undoubtedly, most hold devotion to their country, but how much greater is one’s devotion to his partnerships. I consider myself a citizen to quite a few organizations that I am fully committed to, such as dance. I believe that in many aspects of people’s lives they are more than just a part of something; they are a citizen to it.