Personal Narrative: A Personal Experience With Richard Reisinger

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 year was my last year at The Little Middle School. Even though I’ve had a lot of speed bumps, I’ve accomplished a lot of stuff. From learning new instruments to working on my ability to focus, I’ve grown a lot.

Mike Memoly is a private accountant that I chose to interview. I was able to get his contact information from my dad since his daughter and my sister play on the same soccer team. Over the Martin Luther Jr. Holiday where we got a three-day weekend I went home and got the chance to interview him in his office at LBA realty in Irvine, California. Memoly was not always in private accounting. After graduating from Binghamton University in New York, he received an offer to work at Ernst and Young. Where he continued to work for 9 years.

Growing up in Southeastern Kentucky, a kid doesn’t have many expectations from their parents, school teachers, or themselves. When a student walks by two teachers talking they say, “This group of 5th graders are the worst, every one of them are as dumb as a box of rocks.” This is the sad reality of what happened in my elementary school at Marie Roberts-Caney. Our school slogan is, “No student left behind.” Ever since 3rd grade I knew it was a bunch or bologna. Don’t get me wrong, I had great parents who cared about me, but they didn’t expect much from me. Neither of my parents attended college and I was afraid of it. Even as a young student, I knew I wasn’t the brightest kid in the classroom. Now that I look back, I realize how hard I worked

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

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

Over the summer I worked with a friend of my dad’s, Jim Gerhardinger. I have worked with him multiple times before this summer, so he agreed to help me out with my class. Mr. Gerhardinger does wood work, making cabinets, putting in hardwood floor, and small projects, as well as anything else he needs to get done for his job. Though he doesn’t own a company or work for one, he does do jobs for many people, building kitchens and installing them. He works out of a barn behind his house and owns all the tools necessary to complete the tasks he is hired to do. He knew that I had taken an engineering class, but was sure to keep me safe, reminding me before cutting and drilling.

As an accountant manager, Mr. Stoecklein manages a group of accountants responsible for setting out financial documents for external stakeholders. Because it was the beginning of May, his team was busy with closing the books, so I was able to see a meeting he conducted to make sure everything is going according to plan. He has been in this position for 11 years now. Prior to that, he worked four years at KPG, one of the “Big Four” accounting firms.

As we continued along the trail, we were stopped by a very steep hill. Hunter announced that we should dump some stuff from our wagon in order to get on top of the hill. I dump my a tired that I bought recently and a barrel with nothing in it. The trip up the hill was a pain. It took so long to get up the hill I almost fell asleep. My leg was sore and I thinking about giving up. Finally we made it to the top of the hill and we realized that we had to go down the hill. We decided to use our own ropes and slowly descend our wagon one by one. When we descend Curtis’s wagon, Curtis almost fell. He was able to caught himself before he fell down the hill. Well all went down the hill and as we were going down the hill, we saw a divine blue spring

“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.

) stood there in her deep green missionary uniform, firm as a statue and kind as a nun. Her older hands slick with sweat had a slight tremble as she handed out flyers to New City commuters. My grandmother was my first example of a pillar in the community. Every day she strived to improve the lives of those around her neighborhood. I adopted many of her ways, which has lead me into the field of social work. With my degree, I plan to work with one of the most disadvantaged groups in society, the elderly. Every day when I get up to go work, I will be impacting the lives of the elder person and countless members of their inner circle. This will give me a sense of purpose in my life.

and Vontrell Williams always made it their business to get me back on my feet. The trainers would change my bandages daily, and I was sidelined. The following Spring 2014 I hoped to get healthy enough to get invited to camp because I never been. My goal was to always step on the field. Everything that I was going through was going to be worth it if I just got one second on the field. Summer 2014 I worked 40 hours a week, participated in all team activities and workouts, while taking two classes. I worked so hard to make camp and was told that I was going. The very first day of camp when everyone was getting ready, I found out that I would no longer be going. I was told if someone got hurt, I would be the first to replace him. Another terrible

Irving has over ten years of financial experience with an Associate of Science Degree in Accounting and is also working towards completion of his BA Degree.

“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.

Extensive hands-on experience with daily bookkeeping, investment fair valuation, monthly, quarterly and year-end financial preparation, tax analysis, and k-1 filing.