Personal Narrative-Dtudent Center

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.

During my two last years of high school, i've been in contact with a lot of colleges and universities. Many of which don’t get my attention. Throughout my whole high school years, there was only one college that i wanted to go to, Liberty University. I have heard so many wonderful things about Liberty and what i loved the most was that it was a christian school. Liberty had the number one thing that i am looking for in a college, that is a christian school, but many of my other things that i look for in a college where just not there. I used to live in Florida approximately 11 years ago and let me tell you, it's hard not to miss the sunshine state. Liberty is in Virginia, a state where it doesn't feel like home. When i received a brochure

Cameron Academy, the place where it all started for me. The first ever school that I had gone to. It was the place where I learned to fear anyone older and bigger than you because the teenagers there were not above fighting kindergarteners. Where I learned that the safest place to be after school was the office because the fights between the police and the students that took place outside on the front steps of the school were too brutal for me to witness; at least that's what my mom told me. That school was the place where I learned to be ashamed of any art that I may produce, to always keep it to myself, lest I be laughed at by the teachers. Cameron Academy is where I learned that “bad” kindergarteners who were in Ms. Valorie’s class got beat up.

It has come to my knowledge that in order to join cross country I would need to go to the summer program. Due to being in summer school for Geometry(for two semesters), and my mother wanting to get the most out of the summer athletics program signed me up for tennis. This was due to tennis despite being right after summer school was in a time zone that I could attend, on the other hand cross country was held in the later half of the summer a time that my family dedicated for a mix of vacations and christian camps; and because of the various events would make it so I couldn't come to a good portion of the cross country program, making it the worse of two choices. However, because I am now unable to go to the summer program I was hoping if I

I grew up in California where both of my parents were involved with gangs and drugs by the time they were in middle school. They grew up like this, getting involved with the wrong people, getting into fights for dumb reasons, even getting in trouble with the authorities. Of course, that was normal for them because they were surrounded by it through friends and family. They continued to live that life style even when they met each other at the ages of 18 and 23. They didn't like each other at first, but they eventually started dating. My mom ended up getting pregnant later that year and tried to take a break from all of it, but my dad didn't stop and that caused some tension and arguing between them.

Have you ever had something you were “super passionate” about be stripped away from you? Roughly one and a half years ago I started my sophomore year of lacrosse. The lineup of students on the lacrosse team this year promised us a spot in the championship. Throughout fall practices, the majority of the sophomore class played amongst the varsity team. As the season ramped up in the spring, we waited for our first game against Saint John Paul’s Christian Academy. First game of the year, we enveloped ourselves into the game and became one as a team. Running downfield with a clear, open shot on the goal “whoosh” I shot the ball bottom right, a bare miss. Suddenly “crash” I was hit from both sides and struggled to stay standing. As I came to my

Delano then pulled a gun from his ankle holster and places it on the table top. --

“Don’t try to move it,” my coach added as rolled to my side trying to get myself off of the cold ground. The touch of my coach’s warm hand frightened me at first, but in the corner of my eye I saw him whisper to the assistant coach “Yeah it does not look good.”

The information I learned were basic yet so beneficial and effective to anyone and everyone. I’ve learned what to prepare for if I had owned my own center, what to spend my money on, and how to spend my money wisely. The tools taught me how to manage my money successfully and professionally. Even though it required extra work, it is worth it to me, because now I can see what the finances and budgets of a center are being spent on, and the causes and effects of certain financal situations. It taught me to be in control of the spendings and earnings of the canters, and if I want to achieve specific goals pertaining to budgets and finance, I am well aware of how to start it, and reach it. It also taught me to be aware of the comings and goings

It’s Monday, March 15 1943. Each day just gets harder, more people start getting sent to execution camps or how my parents tell my little brother, “a place that needs more workers.” I’m scared for the day it’s my parents getting called to leave, or my little bother, Ash. I know things will start to become stricter due to the Resistance fighters, me being one of them, which have been trying to get through the Muranowska Pokorna Wall. The number of German soldiers to barricade walls has increased. With the hundreds of us that attempted to escape through the wall, I was lucky I wasn’t killed and was able to get away without the Germans knowing I was part of the resistance. I know my family couldn’t handle losing me now. Both my parents are weak and they know that there time to be sent to the concentration camps is coming soon. I just hope it’s me who leaves before them. I don’t think I could take care of ash on my own. I don’t think I could make the situation we’re in seem any better than how it really is. He’s seven years old, but he’s had to grow up a lot faster than most seven year olds his age, everybody in Warsaw has. Tonight was the last night I will be staying in Warsaw, or at least that is what I am hoping for. It took a lot for my family to understand my decision to be part of the resistance. But they respect my choice now. I know it is selfish, and I know it won’t be easy. But I can’t hide anymore, I can’t wait around to be killed. I want to fight back even if it means maybe leaving behind the thing I love most in the world. The fights are

Monday was sweet, emotional and so addicting. This is my first read from author E.L. Todd and I wasn’t sure what to expect, but this book hooked me from the beginning. I loved Hawke and Francesca. They were so hot together and I couldn’t stop myself from reading.

I first heard about Life Learning Center when Katie (Massa) and Alecia (Web-Edgington) came to speak at my high school. We started the Summer Rise program with many of our peers from high school, but now with two weeks left, it’s down to three. But the three of us get along well and have become closer through the program. LLC has helped me develop as a person. I used to be pretty shy, but over time, I’m less shy and more open with people. Some places give you a destination you have to get to, or a specific path that must be taken. LLC is broader, it offers a variety of paths and doesn’t have a set destination to be reached. It gives you the ability to find your own path and choose the destination.

“I'm fine here,” she answers, her brown hair shining red in the sunlight, as she places both hands on her hips. She raises a questioning towards me as I continue to stretch.

This was a very interesting and informative assignment. First, because working and collaborating with a general education teacher on differentiating lessons. This was a innovative and exciting experience for me. The teacher I collaborated with had 10+ years of experience in the classroom, so she was a great resource and had lots of feedback to give on my ideas to differentiate the lessons. I learned, as a special educator, that it is not always required to use different strategies for every population of students that may be characterized in a general education classroom, because the numerous differentiation strategies that can be used for multiple populations. For example, strategies used for English Learners and special needs students,

Growing up at nine years old, struggling to comprehend the concepts of elementary school literature was one of the hardest things I ever had to endure, but prior to this self-aware discovery. I seemed to always be the worst kid in class academically and behaviorally. I would constantly act out trying to divert the attention away from my appalling academic performance to something completely different. I’d begin to shout things like, “THIS CLASS SUCKS! WHY ARE WE HERE! CAN YOU EVEN DO YOUR JOB?” I even threw in simple, corny jokes that everyone would understand, that would get everyone laughing, so we could spend less time on the subject at hand. Over the course of a few years, I quickly concluded that English and I would