Personal Narrative: Do People Listen Up?

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

When I work as team, I has communication with other member so, it has several solution that can help to improve my communication to have more professional. The initially topics is meeting management. The beginning of working should planning meeting. Meeting divide into 3 parts are before, during, and after. In the part of before, I should know the purpose and role of meeting. During meeting, if it is face to face meeting, I should know agenda of the meeting and participants their role for easy to communicate about work. After meeting, I should sure that I and other team member understand the information of the meeting because I may discuss with other team member. In addition, after the meeting finish, I should prepare myself for the next meeting.

In the United States we can be so self-absorbed and have no regard for other people and their feelings and well-being, it is a distinguishable norm for American society at this point. We always ask ourselves “What do I want?” or “What can I gain from this?”, but we never ask ourselves “What do they want?” or “What can they gain from this?” This is where Japan separates itself from the United States. The people in Japan hold such high esteem for everyone they know and meet, while we can hardly treat the person next to us with even the smallest amount of admiration and generosity.

I believe I was not created equally. When I open my eyes to this strange world I feel an urge to run and hide. I am not safe there is no escape.

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

On this day two years ago I felt like something freaky was going to happen like the lights were going to go out and something was going to scare me. During that time my brother “Matthew” and I were in the house watching the Cavs play when our lights automatically shut off for no reason. 20 minutes later when the lights finally turned back on Matthew and I went slowly out of the bedroom and we saw a note that was stuck to the door with duct tape that said in all caps “RUN” and when Matthew and I saw it we didn’t run because we needed to see what was going on.

“WHAT DID I DO” I’m screaming in my head from a fight, like when you're innocent when a crime happens and ask questions and keep pushing.When they bring you to a cold investigation room,with one desk,chains,and a one sided glass window.This was the end of a friendship,mine,a friend who is now not.The girl who is beautiful,beautiful ombre hair,smart,funny,her name was Hannah and then me,who has blonde/brown hair,blue ocean eyes,and no glasses or anything.This is what i did,what she did,what we did.This is how i dealt with it,it will get easier.

Although since the start of the course I have made alot of improvement with communication, one of the things that I still struggle with is being nervous. This is extremely frustrating for me because it seems like no matter how much I try not to overthink, and approach a situation with confidence my nerves get the best of me and I start to become embarrassed and frustrated with my inability to effectively articulate myself in social situations.

I just keep going after all the action and all the things looked normal. When I want to take a right turn to school, I saw the red and blue light behind my car. Through a double check, my heart became cold. I know what happened, I got a big trouble. Then I did the second dangerous action, keep going. Actually, I just want to find a safe place to stop. But the police did not on my side, and then he began whistled. I do not know why I ignore the voice and just keep going. I will not do the stupid thing like that.

Wooden beams opened up the lofty ceiling to reveal rustic chandeliers. A marble fireplace swallowed the far wall, etched with imposing Shakespearean words. Everything was foreign; in the sea of suits too nice to be worn by 17-year-olds, my dress and heels took on an alien quality. The only women in the room were the ones standing beside me. The only people of color were the ones standing beside me. Indeed, the only public school kids were the ones standing beside me. This was Southern Bell, one of the most exclusive debate tournaments in the country. A tournament, I was informed on several occasions, I was lucky to even be attending.

I can respond from my own personal experience. My husband and I did this after our son was born. What we found worked for us, others questioned it (including our parents), or we even got the occasional frown. At the time it wasn't as common as it is today for the father's to stay at home with the children.

Yes, I did encounter a problem early in my career when I was a licensed practical nurse (LPN). I had one-year experience as an LPN and was working on an oncology unit where functional nursing (task nursing) was utilized. Consequently, there was this charge nurse (CN) named Candy, whom I liked, because she was a short, friendly, plumped, energetic and beautiful long red hair. She seemed knowledgeable in her field and I had a lot of respect for her. Thereby, realizing her knowledge base, I often utilized her as a resource person to provide me with the correct policy and procedures. Also, she was friends with the director of nursing, the unit secretary, and one of the supervisors.

It was a cold fall afternoon, I was outside playing with my toys. My mom who had long jet black hair and big brown eyes, was on the porch listening to music and watching me. I called her name “ Mom, can I play with the basketball goal.” She replies, “Niesha, no you are too small to be playing on that basketball goal and leave it alone before it falls on you.” I started back playing with my toys, when I thought she was not looking I threw the ball at the goal again. Before I knew it the basketball goal was falling and I was running trying to get away from it, but it was too late. My head was split open bleeding and I was in the back of a ambulance. Everything was a blur I remember hearing the medic say, “Get a IV started she is losing a lot

Someone has already taken out a Minolta cellular phone and called for a car, and then, when I'm not really listening, watching instead someone who looks remarkably like Marcus Halberstam paying a check, someone asks, simply, not in relation to anything, "Why?" and though I'm very proud that I have cold blood and that I can keep my nerve and do what I'm supposed to do, I catch something, then realize it: Why? and automatically answering, out of the blue, for no reason, just opening my mouth, words coming out, summarizing for the idiots: "Welll, though I know I should have done that instead of not doing it, I'm twenty-seven for Christ sakes and this is, uh, how life presents itself in a bar or in a club in New York, maybe anywhere, at the end

The scalding rays of the Arizona sun beat down on me nearly as violently as my grandmother’s nagging questions. Yet, sitting under this canopy, basking in the sun was much more preferable than attending school during the second semester of senior year-- when motivation runs scarce. There came a point in the day where the questions were no longer unbearable and I developed somewhat of a naive understanding of why my grandparents care about me in such immense depths. However, it was not their questions that brought me a new state of mind that particular day, it was their stories.