Personal Narrative: An Interview With Women

My impression of the employees from what I noticed is that they functioned very well together. Nine out of the ten of them were women and I did ask the pharmacist I was shadowing about it. She said that for the most part they work together very well, however the job by itself is high stress and customers will not always be the most understanding. Sometimes this can lead to any one of them to take out anger on their fellow employees when a customer is not being patient or possibly mean. I did not witness this, but can certainly

They called me an apple. Since I was supposedly red on the outside, but white on the inside, I was automatically a walking bullseye. Being one of the many oppressed Aboriginals, I understand their need to hurt someone else in an effort to release some of their internal pain. I understand why so many give up or turn into raging alcoholics in an effort to numb their pain. Coming from a reservation, my greatest challenge was proving to everyone that all the stereotypes about my people were fallacious. However, the need for a government and an education system that won’t keep on failing us repeatedly is imperative. The only way that I can make my voice heard is to break these stereotypes and to reach a higher education; hence my application for

I have been in the Marine Corps for roughly three and a half years and throughout that time I have done many things. Most of the things that I have done were with Combat Logistics Battalion 26. For three years, I worked with that unit through work ups and a deployment and I have seen and done many unique things. However, nothing I did with CLB 26 felt fulfilling, but that all changed when I changed units to CLB 8.

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

I chose to break the norm of either smiling at strangers or giving them a neutral look when you make eye contact. I decided to give every stranger I passed a confused look like they had just spoken to me in another language. I must admit, this made me feel a bit goofy. I was on the fence as to whether or not to do this in the first place but I decided I just had to. The responses I received were quite comical. A few people asked if I was alright, and one person even asked if I had a problem with them.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

I’m fairly new to the adult romance genre, and after reading a few that I adored I got a blogger friend of mine to give me some recommendations. On her list of recommendations for romances that are more rom-com was Melissa Foster’s The Real Thing. This was my first Melissa Foster book and I absolutely loved it! I’m so glad I decided to pick up this one as one of my first picks. he Real Thing takes place in a small town called Sugar Lake and features Zane and Willow who have a somewhat complicated history. I loved that they technically started out as friends and kept in touch all those years before getting together as it just made their chemistry and relationship all the more steamier and swoonier. And while the fake relationship trope was used

Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity

50 minutes had passed since Bailey Madison James whom some called Bai and others called BJ. Though when they called her BJ that just pissed her off to the point of no return. Bailey thought it was funny when she'd explode and the looks on people's faces made her day sometime. She just couldn't get enough of it. "I love you." Bailey typed into her phone sending a text message to Calahan not knowing if he was going to get it or not. Even if they fought a lot she always made sure that he knew she loved him. Even if it was a simple text message before bed, a note on his pillow, a note on his plate when he'd come home late. It was just her little way of trying to make things better between them. She hated the fact that all they did was fight including

In a political climate today that is defined by hyper-partisanship, a confluence of factors have led my political leanings to lean left of center but center around a moderate outlook. As I grew up in a family with a Democratic mother and a Republican father, I often understand the logic of both sides. While many times political parties attempt to claim a moral ideological superiority, I believe that all people have their own experiences and opinions that justify their leanings. For me, a person’s political ideology is not a factor that defines one’s personality or character. Among my friends, I am often hesitant to initiate political discussion unless I have known the person for a long period of time. While politics

I interviewed Bria. She is a senior who goes to Rosemount High School. She plans on going to Normandale for two years. So that she can get her basic college classes out of the way. Her family wants to plan to move to Houston before she finishes up her basic college classes at Normandale or maybe after. She plans on moving by herself or with a trusted friend. She then plans on finding a college she would like to finish the rest of her years at. She was looking in California because she would really like to live there. Bria was also considering Florida. But she isn’t sure yet. She’s waiting to see how her future goes and then make big decisions like those on where she wants to live or start a family. Bria has also had experience with moving since

The second person I interviewed was Rosa. Rose just moved into the neighborhood about three months ago. She is 25-year-old and her ethnic background is black. Rose also lives on Richardson avenue. The way she describes where she lives is there is good people, and you have bad people that do not live there. Rosa has just one child, a little girl. I ask her does she see any crime, and she said yes. She said that she is a little bit scared because she wakes up at six to get her daughter ready for school. She goes up the little hill and she see two prostitutes there. I ask her to describe what were the prostitutes wearing she said they had on a bright shirt, with a short skit, and fishnet stockings. She said that it bothers her because her little

The paper was set on the wooden desk and a pen was poised in her hand. She chewed her lip and flicked the pen, contemplating what to write. How could she sum it up? This was the last thing she'd ever write. Explaining it all would take too long. It had to be something short. Something that would tell her family and friends why.

For me there is no one setting in which I am surrounded by people whose beliefs differ from mine. As an intersectional feminist I believe that all women should be able to live and walk through the world unaffected by prejudice, or fear of being attacked the same way that men do. This includes women of color, lesbian and transgender women. I am the gay son of two Mexican born parents so I think that I have faced my share of bias. Consequently, to me, this thing about women is simple. Easy to understand and agree with. However, in a very short amount of time I have come to find that there is no shortage of people all around me that disagree with these simple facts. In my experience, school contains the biggest supply of such people. No big deal, only the place that I stay in for eight hours a day to learn and work in.

This past weekend, my best friend Jalisa drove from Ohio to Washington D.C. to participate in the Women’s March. I was very excited to see her because I had not seen her in five months. We both arrived at the march, but because of the crowds and the weak cell phone reception, I started to become worried. We texted each other back and forth, sending our locations to one another. Every time I attempted to map a route to her on my phone, it would not work. Then my phone rang, it was Jalisa. When I answered, she said, “My phone keeps on dying. I’m on 14th”. I replied, “14th street is a part of the march route, when we get there look for my sign it says ‘Support the Power of Women, Use the Power of Man’”. Our plan was set, but things did not go