Personal Narrative: A Step-Parent's Suicide

Kit Bauer still remembered his father’s words from last night. Kit, he had said in his cold, angry-but-attempting-to-be-patient voice. The work ethic that you have been showing lately is not acceptable. His mother just stood by and watched with hard eyes, as if silently scolding him while she let her husband do the dirty work. Ever since Kit was young, he had been bombarded by extracurriculars, unnecessary academic classes, and school student councils. Kit, his mother had said when he was 7. Taking that class for gifted and talented children will look fantastic on your Harvard application!

Today is the day that the winners are supposed to receive their letter of acceptance and the unfortunate ones receive their letter of rejection. I have been sitting on the porch all day waiting for the mail to be delivered with that last piece of hope riding in the wind. I can’t get this situation off my head. It is all over the news, it’s all over the school's gossip. You can’t go anywhere without protestors talking about unethical practices or satan’s work.

Then one day, my mom gave me a pallid, clear-cut envelope addressed to me signed by the Department of Education. My body froze – I could hardly breathe. I imagined the moments after opening the letter; a surge of excitement would rush through my fingers as I’d text all my friends that I would unite with them in the fall of 2013 at Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School of Music & Art and Performing

Consequently, Moving schools halfway through my sophomore year was a daunting situation. However, after many years of my mother making sacrifices for our family, it was our turn to make a sacrifice for her. As I entered this new environment, I persevered, quickly going from an outsider to a leader. I revised my schedule and registered for 5 AP classes before being picked to be the science department’s Student of the Month.Furthermore, I pursued leadership when I received admittance into the school ambassador and National Honor Society programs. Finally, at the end of my junior year, I stood in front of 200 National Honor Society members and explained that I was the best choice for their next

From 9th grade to 10th grade, I attended a small, public choice school called Federal Way Public Academy. They accepted students on a lottery basis, and had a total student population of approximately 300 students, grades 6-10. It is a school that is very well known for it’s college-level academics, lack of music and physical education classes, and intense homework load. Regardless, I wanted to attend that school since I was in 5th grade, but wasn’t accepted until 9th. When 9th grade finally came, I met the group of people I would soon call family.

As you reflect on your past college year, explain how your faith has impacted your life. Think of decisions that you made and / or actions that you chose to take.

I began to accompany my mom when she went to pray for family friends, and also when she would go volunteer at events that took place at our church. I met different people from diverse backgrounds who had gone through different tragedies. Through prayers people who had lost a loved a one, or lost hope in bad situation in life had gained new hope once again. It was a beautiful thing to see others experience. We were all so different, but yet so similar when it came to our faith in God. That same faith has helped maintain a positive mentality, and always look towards the bright side in difficult situations within my communities. That faith has become an important part of who I am today. It has helped me immerse myself into trying new things such as helping people and becoming an involved member within my

How many applicants so far do you have? When a school such as St.Paul is so inundated with qualified applicants desiring to go there, the job of an admissions officer can surely be frightful. Because of your mail, not only for America but all the students in the world cries and laughs. I was one of them. Personally, I hold St.Paul in the highest regards as far as highschools go; Having been a life long in Korea where forces students to memorize everything over and over, going abroad to America was a pernicious opportunity to experience diverse thing. However, limited relationships such as races and color and less academic challenging situation were not the part of school life that I wanted. Neither a 9th grade not 10th grade, I have to apply for 11th grade so I was considerate. But the more I know about St.Paul, the more I have come to cherish the diverse atmosphere, thirst for more challenging my limit and knowledge. I was leaving meaningless life who don’t go to St.Paul. In my head, I knew that it is going to be difficult, but in my mind I have to apply there. It is in this high-esteem for the highschool and the community that I write this candid letter. I was looking forward to positive answer, but I failed. Truthfully, I do not

That girl, only 13 years old, handled the entire application process herself. After being admitted, that girl would come home every day and hear a snarky comment from one of her family members about attending this high school that was well over an hour commute each way. I will never understand how that girl kept going back every day. But she did.

With every suitable class completely filled during the Summer School Semester of 1965, Mom regretfully informed us that our enrollment application was rejected.

Later that month, I received a letter in the mail that had the official stamp of the Robinson Scholar Program on it. I remember the letter being perfect. A blue wax seal was placed on the back and my name was so elegantly written on the front. For a good amount of time, I just stood there looking at it. I was too scared to read what I already presumed was an, “We’re sorry letter.” Finally I opened the letter and read that I had been expected. Tears began to roll down my cheeks, I just couldn’t believe it. A small town girl with little money, no experience, or not any guidance just got an acceptance

In order for a family to unite in grief for the deceased, communication and empathy is required, but as the client lives in a different country and her family have distanced themselves, this process has not occurred and her already fractured relationship with her mother has intensified (Carr, 2012). However, her faith has served her well and provided comfort (Walsh & McGoldrick, 2013). I was concerned the impact of her father’s unexpected death could cause her to regress to alcohol and so I focused her attention back to our contract of keeping herself safe by attending therapy, AA meetings and consulting with her sponsor.

Amazing! This school must have been designed for me in heaven. Why hadn’t someone told me there were schools like this? I began to rethink my college aspirations.

They prayed and when nothing changed, they accepted the painful reality. However, they were not ready to choose another college. Their hearts were set on Trelawny University. What were they to do? Should they choose another university or wait another year and find out if Trelawney University would accept her? Should she skip a year, work and gain life experiences, to enhance her chances for acceptance. Lashonda and her Mom grappled with these questions and after a week were no nearer to a decision. What should they

The summer after I completed the 6th grade, my parents decided to pull me out of my Baptist, private school and homeschool me. I, like most kids, was not thrilled with the decision, but being only 11 years old, I had no say in the matter. Despite my initial reservations, being homeschooled was a great experience for me, but I began to get bored. I missed seeing people every day. It was just me and my family. I was ready for a new experience, something big, and college was exactly what I was looking for. It was Sunday night, and there was a high probability that class would be cancelled. I prayed that that wouldn’t happen, however, it did. The