“CYNIC, n. A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be” (Bierce 1906).
It was 11:38 AM on a Sunday, the 29th day of November. My mother told me she was in trance during the whole 38 hours of labor, and though it was one of the most excruciating pains of her life, she said, “Something special came from it.” I wish I had more knowledge of the day I was born, but after my mother’s horrific car accident in 2010, she forgot most of the previous lifetime events leading up to that day. My mother, Daphne, is 9 years older than my father, and she is a beautiful, light-skinned young woman, 5’9 and slim, with long, black hair. She met my father during my eldest sister’s first day of school. My sister,
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On the weekends, or during winter and summer break, I would frequently visit either my grandmother or my father. My grandmother is whom I consider to be my second mother. She is the sweetest lady, her hair was burgundy, cut into a flowy bob, and she had a million moles. Every time I went to visit, she would pamper me and treat me like a princess. Sometimes my father would pick me up from her house. He lived in a big and brown mansion in Long Beach. Every time I went to visit him I had a lot of fun; not only because we barely spent time together, but because my step brother and I would go on “adventures” around the house. Since my father lived with several people, from who-knows-where, my step-brother and I would team up with the other children who lived with us and go ghost-hunting. We were all abundantly creative so our adolescence felt more like an extensive action movie. Excluding all the adventurous activities with my family-friends, I often spent a lot of time making new friends in grade school.
Education is the most important facet for me to my parents. My father, mother, and grandmother unfailingly went to the full extent to ensure that I had the best schooling. I began school early, at two-years-old, and I never felt as smart as my instructors stated I was. I never felt as if I fit in. I began middle school and changed my bad habits from elementary school into good habits. I expressed myself in
On the 23rd of January in the year 2003, at around 1:00 in the afternoon at Kaiser Permanente San Francisco, I was born into the world. My parents, Frederick Torres Nangca and Rowena Aldana Nangca, and I first settled in my grandparent’s studio as a child. The space was small but open for the most part. From what I remember, the wall that was on the same side as the door had a drawer beneath the television where they kept most of their belongings. Just across from that was a blue couch that they had pushed up against the ten windowed wall. Next to the couch was a smaller beige dresser that held my grandfather’s extra clothes along with a few of my grandmother’s accessories. My grandmother and grandfather often held novenas and parties in honor of God.
On 10/02/2017 at 0017 hours, units were dispatched to 627 Central Ave for a report of a Domestic involving a knife. I responded at emergency speed, priority one. Upon my arrival, I located the accused female in the bathroom.
One day, after school on May 31st, my mom and dad sat my sister and I down in the living room. At first I thought “ what's going on, who passed away, did something bad happened, what'd I do wrong” not until my Mom finally said, “Girls, we’re taking a trip to West Palm Beach Florida this week.”
How can we help lower the number of uninsured people, specifically for employed citizens? A large problem in American society today is that many employed workers have no form of health insurance. In 2006, nearly 13 percent of full-time workers had no health insurance at any time during the year (1), and, a more recent stat, as of the end of 2014, over seven in ten of the uninsured have at least one full-time worker in their family, and an additional 12% have a part-time worker in the family (2).
Education has always been an important foundation upon which my family encouraged the most. Not just the education pertaining to structured schooling, but the fundamentals in life that require you to interact in society and be a part of something bigger than yourself. They demonstrated how to commit to values such as responsibility, motivation, and consistency; and, how to be open-minded and passionate about the things you believe in. These things all required a sacrifice in various ways. They always stress how “sometimes you need to give up something to get ahead, or how sometimes sacrificing the familiar and what you expect from yourself to get the results that you are seeking in the long run.”
I’ve been trudging along for what seems like hours. I lost count of my steps sometime after my car broke down. When I look around all I see is an almost tangible grey curtain hiding everything except for a small segment of the highway. As I look forward the dark grey of the asphalt blends into the fog. I have no Idea what time it is when the fog rolled in my phone died. Without a clock, any length of time seems to go on forever, especially when the sun is hiding behind the fog. I just something I don’t understand about my situation, there has been no change in light since the fog rolled in. Same brightness the whole time. It’s almost like it’s not that I can’t tell time is passing. It’s that time isn’t passing, but that’s impossible.
The purpose of this study is to compare a diversity of residents and nursing staff proficiency level, examining the effects across two types of staffing patterns, permanent and rotating assignment, and work shift. A comparison method was used to compare resident’s relationship with certified nursing assistants (CNAs), registered nurse (RNs), and licensed PR actioner nurse (LPNs). Consequently, are the two types of staffing patterns and education a factor, in the quality of care for nursing home residents?
I like to beat the rush for lines and do not prefer being late, but
I arrived at practice with my shoes laced, hair pulled back, and the mindset that I was unstoppable. I could play against every member of my team and come out the victor on any given day. It was the first day of practice that week, and challenge matches were scheduled to begin. The team went through our daily shuffle of drills, conditioning, and running to prepare for what was lying ahead. While warming up with my friends, I felt great, talking about homecoming, boys, and a variety of irrelevant events. I felt ready. The odds were in my favor and nobody could stop me.
It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction
For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled
One of two. That's how I feel everyday of my life. I'm a twin and that means I will never be complete without my other half. When I was younger, I learned that having a twin does not keep me from things. It's getting to have a person in my life that I don't need to hide from, other than in hide and seek. When I was little, my brother probably hated me as much as I hated him. But we were together all the time. We went to school together, we were in the same class almost all the time. Sometimes, we had the same friends even. We shared birthday parties, cakes, presents, money. Basically the same things we still share now. But between us, we shared secrets. Little things that we thought were so cool. When my grandma gave us money, we split it and made sure not to tell our parents. I went and bought
"Hello world," I said as I sit upon the rickety wooden oak shelf. All the other animals and I were waiting for our new families to pick us up and bring us home. "Can you adopt me kind sir?" I pestered the passing child, but he ignored me and kept walking. "Am I ugly? Am I torn? Am I losing my stuffing? Why will no one adopt me?" I muttered under my breath as my hopes of being taken home seemed slim to none.
In San Francisco, about a year after my mother died, when I was nine or ten years old and going to the second new school since moving in with my father, I had a desperate crush on a girl named Lisa. She was a year older than me, in the next grade level up (our classrooms were combined). She was pretty, Asian, was popular with a group of friends that would surround her during recesses.
I love living in a small town, it gives me a sense of guaranteed safety and simplicity.