Personal Narrative: An Interview With George Stemm

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.

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

On Sunday, August 2, 2015, approximately 1805 hours, I was dispatch to Magnolia Assisted Living, 964 South Main Street, for a suspicious person report. Upon my arrival I met with the complainant, Ms. St John. St John stated a suspicious person had urinated in the back of the building and stumbled across the street. St John stated the subject walked across the street towards the Pavilion, 949 South Main Street. St John advised me he was a white male with a brown shirt, blue jeans and brown hair

The end of an era is now upon many current and former West Virginia University students. After the 2017 spring semester there will be no more clanking of the heating system, no more puke in showers, no more shattered windows in the breeze way and ultimately no more Arnold Hall.

I would first like to say nice to meet you and thank you for your service in the Air Force. In your post I noticed you mentioned that you are a duck hunter and that you also garden in you off time. I was wondering when you first took an interest in those two things and how long have you been doing it for. As an LSU Tigers fan who did you find more entertaining to watch this year the football team or the basketball team with all the hype surrounding Ben Simmons. Another question I feel the need to ask is what is your favorite Louisiana dish to eat and/or cook? It been a while since I have been to Louisiana and enjoyed the food but it always nice to hear what the locals say are best things to eat from there.

I met with Carman Mitchell to have an interview regarding their non-profit company and to fill out paperwork she needed for the company. Also, she gave me an orientation and training. The company is located in the city of Centerline and they rent a spot in a Catholic Church building that is quite old. The church used to be called St. Clement Catholic Church and was in service from 1854 until 2007. Coincidently, I remember attending this church with my grandmother as a child for Christmas Eve mass. As of June 30, 2012, the church is named St. Mary, Our Lady Queen of Families. Moreover, I did not get to see the whole inside of the space they are occupying in the building. I observed the reception type area and then a hallway that had various rooms. Carman took me into a room which was her office and it had an older computer, tables, old carpeting, and filing cabinets. There was sufficient work space which was nice.

) 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.

I interviewed Mr. Dean Bond two weeks ago. He works as a Sr. Chemist for Mallinckrodt, where he has been employed for over 14 years. I estimate he is in his 40s.

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.

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

I met with Richard Reisinger in his window office located at the OPUS building in Natomas on Friday, October 22, 2015. Mr. Reisinger is a Business Taxes Administrator III (formerly titled Principle Property Appraiser) for the State Assessed Properties Division (SAPD) of the California State Board of Equalization (BOE). I also met with Dennis Kauffman in the lobby of New City Hall and we walked to Claim Jumper on Wednesday, November 18, 2015. (We both had fish tacos, and they were delicious.) Mr. Kauffman is the Operations Manager for the Department of Finance for the City of Sacramento.

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.

Amazing. That’s the first thing I can think of. Now that I look back on everything I did, all the things I saw, and all the people I met I think to myself what a beautiful experience I had. From the moment I stepped outside the airport into the cold chilly night until I walked back to the airport in the hot rainy morning four months later everything was beautiful. Not only did I learn about Korea’s culture and language even more, I got to meet wonderful people that I will never forget and that I know I will see again. From the cafeteria lady that exchanged all of my coins to bills to the bakery couple that made bread every morning, I will remember them all! People coming and going you can tell Korea is a big place and full of much more diversity

If you were a tourist walking through the neighborhoods in Las Vegas, it would all just seem like a bunch of neutral colored buildings, a lot of dirt, people in hurry to go nowhere, and more palm trees than skin cells in your body. It would all appear mediocre to the ambitious image that people paint with their many words. The fact of the matter is, if you were a tourist, you will only ever remember Las Vegas for the strip. I don’t know how many people I’ve held a conversation with—and in my response to the question of ‘where I’m from’, I always receive the repetitious puzzled look, followed by the ever ingenious reply of, “people actually live in Vegas?” It seems to slip their mind that there are truck loads of families that reside in this desert oasis of a city. It’s consigned to oblivion that the people of Vegas are a rare species of people with a rainbow of personalities and ambitions.

While I was in Arizona I visited a couple of the state’s top rated tourist attractions. Through them I learned and experienced