Personal Narrative: Chapter One

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.

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

As Robert Frost beautifully wrote in A Road Not Taken, “Two roads diverged in a wood and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” You see, I wish I could’ve taken the path that was flat. Always constant, easy on the heart, body, and soul. Yet, it was not so, I took the path that was littered with poisonous traps and massive inclines upwards and valleys that would discourage even the most courageous soul. It was a road that I wouldn’t wish my worst enemy to travel. Yet, this isn’t a sob story, rather, a story of triumph.

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

I woke up to the distant sounds of cows mooing and the rustling of feet while guards switched shifts at the wall. I would’ve gladly been out there keeping lookout, but General Travis keeps saying that 14 is too young to have your life on the line, even though we all knew that simply being there at the fort was putting your life on the line. I slowly sat up and yawned and glanced at the closed window shutters. A small bit of light spilled out onto my cot, dawn was upon the Alamo, and that meant the cattle were

My friend ,Kendrick, is diligent and self-sufficent.He gives his best effort at everything that he does.One time Kendrick and I were at school walking to the cafeteria to have lunch. Before we opened the door to enter ,we was stopped by Mr.Douglas. Mr.Douglas was Kendrick's R.O.T.C instructor who had a high rank as sergeant major. He stopped us to talk to Kendrick about some important R.O.T.C business.

I am ecstatic to begin my journey in nursing school. There are a few things one would need to know to determine just how passionate I am. The subjects that make me most excited are people that have inspired me, past experiences with online classes, and the possibility to challenge my mind within the classes I am taking. As I begin to think about elaborating these points I feel enthusiastic for my future. I cannot believe nursing school is finally here!

Chapter two; (Question 1-2) It was a great example given about the twins, I’ve also experienced that with my children. My daughter was fully raised by me, she didn't have a father in her life however, I met my husband when she was just six months old. Everything she do has a purpose and she strives to make a difference in the world. On the other hand, my son which is the oldest, I had him when I was 18 years old, still running the streets and wanted to hang out with friends so, majority of the time he was with his dad. As I became older and a responsible adult I had two kids by the age of 22 I decided to move out of the area I grew up in and strive for a better life for my children. Even though my son was 5 at the time of this adjustment every

“Who thought the baptism water would be as cold as an ice bath?” Much like anyone growing up in Las Vegas, or otherwise known as “Sin City,” we have always been surrounded by people from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Those people are commonly known as “Mormons.” Boy, let me tell you, there are Mormons everywhere in Vegas! There was always something about them that made me interested. There was a light as bright as the sun that always shined from them. They always had a smile on their face, from ear to ear and once you start talking to them I found that they are the nicest people. I then got to know and started hanging out with the Mormons. I then became interested with the religion aspect.

My guided lesson 3 went really well this week. This week the lesson had been implemented exactly the way it had been planned. The lesson began with students looking at the title page and making predictions about the book. Everyone had interesting points to share about the predictions they made. I could tell the students were really excited to read this book as it was very colorful and it got their attention. Before we started reading, I asked the students to look for main events that took place in the book as it will help them retell the story at the end. All the students were able to retell the story to me at the end. What went well the most was the fact that my students brought the main events to my attention on their own before retelling

I found it a little difficult to find what to write about that would satisfy the definition of my “minutia”. Perhaps it is because I did not quite understand what minutia really meant outside of a textbook definition and in the real world, or I have not fully realized or acknowledged on a consistent basis how many of the moments in my life have contributed to that which has an effect on me in the form of shaping or altering me. After nostalgically scrolling through my Instagram profile for a while the other day, I came across quite a few photos of me recording my gym workouts dating from the autumn of 2014 and into early 2015, and I eventually decided that this would suit the requirements for what could be my own minutia.

“Seven” … “I’m looking forward to it.” He had just asked me to the dance and will be at my house at seven. I sat on my bed in awe, biting my nails, breathing heavily, and making up reasons why I can’t go and I couldn't think of one. The same girl who didn't have any friends was now going to the dance with someone. I looked at my knotty hair in the mirror and knew that it is going to be a problem. It was as knotty as a lion’s mane and I couldn't brush it through. I skidded to my mother's bathroom, snatched her black hair dye, and rubbed it into my hair with little position. Whilst my hair was getting ruined for the 10th time with hair dye, I looked through my sister's closet.”Creek” I opened the whimsical, wooden closet in my sisters bright

For the first scenario, I would make sure I have the resident’s attention before speaking. I would state the resident by his name and introduce myself. I would ask him what is wrong and wait for a response. Then I would ask him who is Mork and Orsen. I would make sure that while I spoke to him, I remained eye contact. I would try to remove the cigarette by asking him if he could share and then throw it out. If that does not work then I would try to give the resident his favorite snack in exchange for the cigarette. Then I would ask him where he received the cigarette. I would then ask the resident if it was okay for me to assign him in get dressed. Once I have finished helping the resident, I would ask him if he would like to visit his friends,

One Friday night around twelve in the morning I got on this chat line, where I met this guy named Justin. We talked on the chat line for a while telling each other about ourselves. Justin told me he was from Newnan,GA and that he drove limousines for celebrities. Him and I exchanged numbers and started chatting on a more personal level. I started off by telling him that I was eighteen years old and stayed in Greenville, GA. Knowing that I was lying about my age I didn’t even feel any remorse.He replied saying that he knew where Greenville was.Then he asked me; when we would meet each other. I told him I didn’t know and that’s when he insisted that we meet on Sunday. Not thinking, I told him I would see what I could do. At that moment,I knew