Personal Narrative: Band-Aids

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 have been in communication with your office over the past few weeks; via phone conversations with Mrs. Butler; who I would like to thank very kindly for always lending a kind ear to hear my words. I spoke to her on yesterday, asking if it was still possible for me to transfer positions within the school system. I posted for a position: Coordinator, CTE Academy; Renaissance @OHS, on Thursday, July 30. I was not certain if I was still able to post for a job; at this late a date. I very candidly expressed to Mrs. Butler my trepidations about returning to Mint Hill. I told her my trust had been broken. I no longer felt as a valued CMS employee, but simply a disposable commodity. I told her I hurt. Yes, my principal contacted me and left

He knew it was going to be a no excuses to lose to weather and it was going to be a good day for fans to watch football tonight. He had met with Kyle Cannon who was the quarterback for the team and a running back on the team named Dion Gordon;

It’s been a year since the incident. Everyone is either gone or is trying to leave but the wealthy who are isolated from the rest of the nation, living large. We all thought it was possible, but no one thought it would actually happen. We didn’t think this country would run itself so far into the ground that it is beyond recovery. No one thought he could do this. Tuesday, November 8, 2016. The day it all started, the day he came to power. Everyone was either watching it happen live or asleep in their beds. Once morning came it was official, he became our president.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

I remember when I started my recovery I was discharged from the detox program into a six month transitional program. Transitional living that deal with people recovering from addiction are often referred to as recovery residences. The Transitional Living Center provided me a place where I could re-establish my own self-worth. When I was at the transitional housing I felt safe from the possibility of a relapse. My recovery plan was individualized according to the determination of my needs. They taught me what my triggers were and how deal with them in positive ways. I remember when my six months were up and I was getting ready to be transferred into the supportive housing program to be integrated back into the community. Supportive housing allowed

It's hard to stay out of it when you already in it. Enduring the pain you feel for others, while they don't know it yet. I see through the lies around me and through their fake smiles. I wish I could ask them why they are smiling when they're not happy. What made me stronger was a friend who tried to change my mind to their side of the story. While we both know, you were in the wrong, but still trying to make me think the same way as she does.The lies they told me when I know the truth, and for her to still try to convince me otherwise. When I know my friend is in pain, but hide it with a smile, showing me her real self to me, but for me to do nothing to help her. Knowing that if I said something to the source of her pain, I could just make

It started in the 1930’s, it was the time I (Jack) had just joined the Nova Core. A huge empire rose for gambling, alcohol, and distributing other hard core drugs. The one who set up the empire was the one and only Salvador himself. He was a big gun killing happy man who liked nothing other than to kill a man with nothing but his fist. It was a cold rainy night when we were doing our normal walk around the base when we heard of a break out in A6 area. So we ran over there and it was a sick man that bit a chunk of meat out a private’s neck and was eating him fast. We surrounded him and yelled at him to stop. The man turned around and ran after one of the generals so we had to put him down. We were all curious the next day on what happened and since the core wouldn’t tell us anything. So I did some research after we killed the body. It turns that the guy was infected with a virus related to the black plague. It formed when the Nova Core and the

Today I had my first therapy session with lady Macbeth as I listened to her problems and concerns and observed her behavior I noticed that she couldn’t sit still. As well I noticed her frequent mentions of gaining control and power over situations and others. On my next session with her, I hope we can dig little deeper into the reason’s behind her fascination with power.

This day gave me scars. It began as any day would, with breakfast and a healthy swig of water, with toothbrushes and a change of clothes. I stepped out of the door to a beautiful, warm, Tuesday morning. The Washington sky shone brightly blue as I pushed my bike out of our musty garage and onto the driveway. It felt amazing to get out of our dustbin of a garage and into the fresh, crisp morning air. As my right foot slammed its full weight onto the right petal, the petal seemed to groan with the weight and then respond and transform the raw power to movement. My bike chain strained as I accelerated. The surrounding atmosphere felt refreshing as I coasted down our driveway and approached my hill.

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

All my life I’ve been told that college was a place that I would meet some of my best friends and possibly my significant other. Although I have made a few friends and acquaintances, I have not been as social as I would have hoped. My experience during my first few months at college have not been as good as I would have hoped but not horrible either.

Cliché, as defined by the Oxford English Dictionary, can be a “stereotyped expression, a commonplace phrase; also, a stereotyped character, style, etc.” (OED, n. 3.a.). We often use and hear numerous phrases that classifies as a cliché. I am one of the guilty many that scoffs at and mumbles “Ugh” under my breath, accompanied by an exaggerated rolling of the eyes every time these worn out expressions are used. However, as I sit here in the dark, laughing at myself with my dog at my side, I cannot help but realize that I am about to use a cliché: “you can’t judge a book by its cover”; I am all of the brilliant pages inside a tattered cover book.

Theres always going to be a time where someone needs help, courage, and support in

Messing around when I was little was a very common thing. I would play many games with my brother and sister. One day, I was running and playing around with my sister. We chased each other back and forth. Obviously it took me a long time to catch her because I was younger. Eventually on that day we started running down the stairs. Back then, I was still clumsy. I fell down those two stairs. Doesn't seem that bad right? The real problem was at the bottom of the stairs. As I fell on my face, my two front teeth hit the bottom of the chair at the of the stairs,and at that moment, my two front teeth were pushed up into my