Personal Narrative: Dictatorship

This year has been a contentious year for WV legislators and teachers. For teachers, we have been fighting to keep our health insurance costs down, are pay up, and seniority intact. Legislators have been dealing with the heat from our fire and trying to give us what we need to put that fire out. To deal with my eternal fire, I posted to Facebook saying, "I will never claim to understand politics as I would hope most politicians wouldn't claim to understand teaching. I think we need to fix this. Maybe we need to walk a day in each other's shoes. I don't mean spend an hour walking around. I mean a day, maybe even two." I went on to explain the life of a teacher and decided that a Facebook post seen by my friends wasn't enough. I decided to put my money where my mouth was. I created a paper invitation and a small note then mailed one to every member of the Senate, House of Delegates, and to the Governor's office. In this

"Maman, veux-tu préparer mon petit-déjeuner?"(“Mommy, will you get my breakfast ready?”) I called to her from my second floor bedroom.

I owe the state that I am in now, to my ancestors who decided to migrate to the United States. Both of my parents are immigrants. My father is from Guatemala and my mother is from Nicaragua. All my life I have been closely related to my Guatemalan heritage because most of my father’s family is in Los Angeles with me. As a child I always bragged about being a Chapin, the nickname for Guatemalans. One story is always in the back of my head, the story of my mom fleeing Nicaragua.

But, as the hospital bills began to pill up, the money that my parents were making went straight out the door, until the bills grew higher than the amount my parents were making. Even today, they are trying to pay off for all those bills, which is why I’ve been applying to many scholarships, so they don’t have to worry about my sister and I attending college. But, despite the struggle of the massive amount of bills, it help me to understand that in life, you don’t know what’s going to happen to you, but at the end of the day, you always have

I have been avoiding taking a Jewish studies course my college career thus far. Not until I got a talking to by my dad about meeting a nice Jewish girl and interacting with other Jews on campus did I ever think about taking one. I had only the night before told my dad I stopped believing in god. He explained to me that being Jewish isn’t just about religion, it’s also about the culture and the traditions which have been passed on through the ages. I agreed with as I knew that being Jewish wasn’t just about the religion. I decided because I knew about biblical Jewish history and pretty much all there is to know about Jews in sports I would take a class on something pertaining to recent Jewish history. I stumbled upon THEA/JWST 212 only a few

me, since at every opportunity I upheld my convictions. Thus, I discovered the potency of

The once great America, an almost perfect civilization, trees and un-tampered wildlife, gleaming streams running pure water, glowing meadows filled with extravagant life. But now it’s all gone. The works of happy life kidnapped by the likes of “pure” conjecture in the way off destruction. Streams, rivers and lakes turned into cess-pools of radiation, and oil. Hangers full of cold metal machines, dripped in oil that scream freedom, yet mean something else. The American government once pride and true, and free, now corrupt and fascist.

Waking up with a shudder. Body convulsing. Inhaling the chilled fresh air. As it fills my lungs I open my eyes once again and blink as they adjust to a room, it is so eerily familiar. Blinding white. The hum of neon lights ringing in my ears as I lay clamped down to the coroner's table, shivering cold. The ringing however, does not last long, as from a loudspeaker in the corner of the room emerges and automated female voice," Congratulations citizen 74689TVC you have been resurrected by your ever loving and benevolent government. Next time, please do remember that intentional extermination is not permitted nor supported. If you desire to be exterminated, please present your application form to your local branch." The

From when I was young my grandfather has shaped me into the person I have become. From the time he first signed me up for hockey, and teaching me at a young age how it feels to give to people who need something more than you. He was a very smart man, if not the smartest person I have ever meet. As I was growing up it was always nice to have him around so he could help you with some of his knowledge. From the first time I went to college to now I have changed immensely, and I think a lot of the reason was because I want to be more like him. Growing old has showed me how hard he worked for where he was. The only thing I know is that if he were still alive I know he would be proud of what I have accomplished so far.

Come! Imagine! Imagine with me! Imagine a time that has not yet happened, and events that have not taken place! Imagine darkly, that the nature of mankind, that his need to compete had grown to the ultimate competition, and as predicted by the Inca calendar, by Nostradamus, and the book of Revelation; that on Dec 24, in the year of our lord, 2012, when all the galaxy was aligned from it’s center to it’s fringes, that the stockpiles of the nuclear fail safe systems of mutual destruction, which had been assembled by the Old World Order through the United Nations as a tool for everlasting peace; was triggered by nearly senseless competing between ominous, self blinded, baleful, heads of powerful governments, and had detonated simultaneously,

Think of two happy, joyful, jubilant little babies. The name of one was Alison, and the other Stevie. One glorious day, their mommy buys them a set of Legos. Initially, they would scream and shout and fight over who got the Legos. To fix this, their father devised a system where he would randomly select one of them every four hours; whomever he picked would get to play with the Legos during that time. The first baby, Alison, wanted to build a beautiful city with a stretching skyline while the second baby, Stevie, wanted to build a massive monolithic tower that would stand for a thousand years. As I am sure we will all agree, either construction would have the outcome of a magnificent creation. However, seeing how there was but one set, both goals could not be met simultaneously. Therefore, the first thing that either baby would do upon the set switching hands would be to undo everything the other baby did in order to get the pieces needed. As they grew, so did the conflict. Once they were a bit older, their parents decided to join a playgroup. The new kids that Alison and Stevie met in the playgroup

About the people skills part, I think I am mostly true on other people describe me as very good with people and I frequently smile and laugh with teammates or classmates. Because I like to help people and if I can be helpful, it makes me happy. I often express appreciation to other people is also mostly true, because everyone has they own virtue and I always believe finding the virtue from other people and also help me to improve myself. But I am not frequently reach out to engage people, even stranger. Because sometime I feel nervous to talk to stranger, and I always become talk less when many people are discussing something. This point I think I need to improve. I think I need to improve my ability in “Dealing with Authority” because I have

It’s all a blur really – the memories that is, some dreams and others reality. I hate that dreams seem so real, that they make everything that you truly want happen. Then, when you wake up, you still think it’s real because you felt everything in that dream and all its emotions. And in that moment, that blink of an eye you have to deal with the nagging in your brain telling you it’s not real. My memories consisted of misguided mistakes that made me who I am today. Like the day I got lost in the mall and hung out in the book store because it was quiet. And the days where my dad and me would sit in the living room and listen to music. My mom would always laugh at me and tell us how lame we were, but it was okay because we knew she was joking.

The dynamics of power with my mother, my wife and my classmate are very fluid and everchanging. I am sure my relationships with all this is not normal. The distribution of power changes dependent with moods, tone, situations and several other variables.

On a normal day, I was walking around my house. Soon, I got the idea about going to the park. I told my parents,”Can we go to the park today?” My dad said,”Okay, but wait for your little sister and older brother.” I waited until they came out. We soon set for the park. What we didn’t know is that one of us will get hurt.