Personal Narrative: An Interview With Richard Henderson

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

I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of

Interviewing someone you know may be a more easier with than someone you do not know. In this case, I interviewed my friend Matthew Guerrero. He is a sophomore here at Washburn. Matthew's background is different than mine because he is Hispanic and grew up with his married parents and his one brother. That differs from my background because I grew up with divorced parents going back and forth between the two every weekend. I also grew up a bit different because there is a total of eight kids in my family. I chose to interview Matthew because even though we both have two very different life's we are very similar. I think it is interesting how we had complete opposite lives growing up but we both are almost boy-girl version of each other and

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.

) 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.

The day was one of many. soon to my suspense something was going to happen that I would never forget.

On the cold fall evening of September 29th, I chose interview my dad, James Fisher, about his experience of coming of age. He has affected my life, so I wanted to see what affected his life. When I met with James Fisher, he was very enthusiastic. I asked him to sit down with me.

I'm William. William Henderson. I'm eighteen years old, and the biggest dork you'll ever meet. I'm a sweetheart, well at least that's what Phoenix says. I have floppy brown hair, and grayish green eyes that will melt your soul. Well, that's what I've been told. I have never really been a popular, well known kid at school like Phoenix is, I'm just your average nerd who's a little too obsessed with playing video games.

I believe I am an example of leadership, scholarship, character, and service in my own life. Some of the activities I am in represent how I uphold the ideals throughout my day. With Golf Basketball and all the sports I am in, I uphold the leadership pillar as a guide my peers. In Aca-Deca and Quiz bowl, I demonstrate the pillar of scholarship. While volunteering my time at church events and the in friends program I exhibit the pillars of character and service.

My collaboration with James Evans consisted of one song called Breathe Me. First of all I struggled to write to his classic rock style but I eventually overcame it. I felt this collaboration held good development skills for me as it helped me learn about writing to different genres and styles. To further my development writing to different genres I could sign up to websites (such as http://www.unfinishedsongs.info) to find backing tracks to write lyrics to for all different styles.

My day started at 7am at the hospital where we had our morning meeting at the conference with our professor who gave us our various task for the day. I was assign to Mr. H.E as my patient, whom I had a great time with. He is from Ghana, so that made our communication much easier, I felt more at ease with the patient when I interview him for my process recording, he was so willing to provide me with any information I needed and had a great sense of humor.

While all this was going on, all we could do was cry, panic, pray, and tell each other everything was going to be ok, and how much we loved each other. The man across the aisle started to talk to my mom and told her that everything was going to be fine and that “ we would be okay”, over and over again. He made me think about my father, because that is what he would do in this situation, and he provided comfort in a time where only a complete stranger could. We were told over the speakers that the pilot was already on top of the issue and by the time the explosion happened we were already turned around and heading back to Texas, and that they dropped one of the fuel cells earlier. When we started to descend they told us to get into a brace