Personal Narrative: Emerson

Having friends when you are in middle school and younger are exciting to have, but when you get older you realize you don’t need friends to keep you happy. I had numerous amount of friends back then. When I finished 7th grade my mom decided it was best to move away from the city. It was so heartbreaking to hear that we were moving. It was the end of the world because we didn’t know anything about where we were moving to. All of our friends since we had in kindergarten were going to be gone.

A saying i've kept to myself is to get back up when knocked down. This saying doesn’t just stand for getting up when literally knocked down but can keep a deeper meaning than what it says as for example being knocked down by a difficult obstacle to overcome and getting up to find a way to get past it and achieving it. Some people may not see this as something important but they don’t think about how getting up after knocked down can be something that can or would have been like a positive outcome into their life and how they are given two choices when knocked down which is to stay down or get back up and continue going forward.

For two more weeks I remained in the hospital. Three times every day a nurse brought me a tray with a meal and medication. She watched as I swallowed the tablets, but never as I ate the meal. Compared to a normal sized portion of food, what I was given in hospital would be considered small, but my stomach was far too used to rations beyond small. Most days I was able to eat almost half a plate of pasta before my stomach rebelled and decided to throw it all back up again.

My friend Ellijah is one of the most outgoing, animated and hard-working friends I have met. He is the same age as I am. We have been extremely close friends since 6th grade, when my transfer from Farmington Schools to Lakeville Schools happened. Our friendship started in Middle School gym class, and still continues today. One of the first things we learned about each other was, we both lived between two houses growing up, and had many brothers and sisters along with step-parents. Joining a new school was something scary to me and a hard to do. Especially becoming new to the city of Lakeville. Ellijah was there to hang out and help me whenever I needed it. We are still close friends today! We attend the same Church group at Hosanna, play on the same football team, and get food with Tommy, Bryce, and Jack on the weekends at Chipotle.

I am an enslaved African American bought by an army surgeon. My owner’s name is John Emerson. Emerson bought me in Missouri, but took me and his family with him to an army base in Illinois. Illinois is above the North latitude 36 degrees 30’N, so it is a free state. We did not stay very long in Illinois because Emerson was called to Wisconsin Territory which is also a free slave state. I can’t believe that I have been in TWO free states, yet I am still be counted as a slave. Once Emerson was done in Wisconsin he packed up his family and me, and went back to Missouri. Soon after we returned Emerson passed away. Emerson was a loyal owner. Since I am property of Emerson and he is now deceased what am I? Free? Still a slave? So back in 1846, I sued for my freedom from Emerson’s wife-Irene.

Before I came to Baker Middle School, I attended elementary school in Laytonsville. I had a group of friends that consisted of five people, Olivia Fink, Olivia Pallas, Mason LeBlanc, Kody Johnson, and Stefan Jacob. The Olivia’s both attend this school alongside me, but sadly the other three attends a different school. I became friends with those three because we all had common interests in multiple categories such as cartoons and humor. I still keep in touch with them, but I know we aren’t as close as we used to be. With the Olivia’s we all became best friends in the first week of Kindergarten and we still have been by each other’s side since. We became friends because we all sat next to each other on our little chairs, and talked about anything

I think that is an excellent thought, Lindsey. When I first read this that is what I thought as well. Whenever Ada begins to let Susan love her, and whenever Susan starts to show more affection Ada lashes out. I think that Ada lashes out because she feels like she is not deserving of love, and she is not deserving of nice things. This just tears me up inside when a person does not feel like they are worth being loved. The amount of damage that Ada has suffered is almost irreversible now and I think Susan is starting to realize that this will not be an easy fix. I am honestly surprised at how normal Jamie is because even though he was not the one who was abused, he witnessed the abuse. I am glad that he has not lost his trust in people. This

Jena Zarroli and I were stuck in the same Spanish class together my freshman year of high school. I guess you could say we bonded over our mutual hatred for it. But I never would've guessed that we'd later go on to become best friends. School ended and summer began, but Jena and I rarely hung out. Not until a few weeks later anyways, when we had the most outrageously funny sleepover I'd had possibly ever. After that we were practically inseparable, so inseparable to the extent that I even started going to work with her to help out. We usually worked late nights. And boy did we goof off. But things got done none the less. Afterwards, I would sleep over at her house.

When we both entered separate high schools, we began to face a problem that we had never experienced or even thought about, distance. Beginning a new lifestyle with new friends and a new social environment without each other probably made our first year of high school the worst. Not being able to see each other every day created invisible barriers between the two of us. There were depressing situations where we needed the calming comfort of our best friend but we were a few kilometers away from each other. We later realized that it was in our best interest to learn how to adjust. By the 10th grade, we were able to manage our time and workload so we could make time for each other. We would text every day, if not, every other day and video chat using skype whenever we could. We would always start our conversations with a detailed update of what happened in our lives since the last time we talked. We managed to learn how to communicate with one another in such a way that it was almost like we did not miss a single

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

My best friend is Emilia Grace Lane. I have known her since kindergarten, but we never actually started talking until first grade. We weren't really close friends, we more like acquaintances, I had my group of friends and she had hers. About halfway through first grade is when we started hanging out and playing. I remember during recess we would play "Puppet" and I would basically control her by grabbing her shoulders and walking her through the schoolyard. Halfway through second grade I dropped out of school, and being the great friend she is, she dropped out with me and we homeschooled together. We had days when we did school together, but we didn't concentrate too well. It was very difficult to concentrate when you have a hilarious friend making you constantly laugh. One day when

I received the 1823 scholarship and I never would've expected to be so blessed. I was initially scared to be attending Trinity, I come from a title 1 (low income school) in the middle of Georgia and to be going to a school so far away with such prestige felt amazing, but nerve racking at the same time. I was excitedly anticipating starting school in the fall, but I also doubted myself as a minority coming from a background not as extravagant as others attending Trinity. Then one morning I got an email and a call that changed my life. "The 1823 Scholarship is awarded to students who continue to represent our deep-rooted history of strong academic vitality and personal character." It wasn't just the scholarship fund that brightened up my day, it was the fact that Trinity would choose me as a person that represents academic vitality and personal character.

Around this time my freshman year (holy crap... that's two years ago) I only had a handful of friends and now not much has changed. Except I've weeded through the fake ones and brought in the good ones... but there is only one person who has stuck through all of these two years filled with the drama of boys, girls, school, home and siblings and we still talk and hang out the same way we did back then... (well minus the fact that we both have jobs and responsibility and don't hang much outside of school. But if we had the time we would.) And that person is you Kellie. I may be friends with Sav and Ana... but they aren't you. They weren't here during the bad times or the good times but you were. You always are and I know I'll never be able to

A significant compromise that I have made would be deciding to forgive my mother for kicking me out in order to live with her again. When I was about 15 years old, me and my mother got into an argument that ended with her dropping me off at my grandmother's door and driving off. I was upset and just asked my grandmother if I could stay, she would do this a lot so I assumed that she was not serious. About a week later she brought over my bed and my clothes. I had realized that she was serious and did not want me back home. A few months later I found a stray dog being thrown off a car in the freeway so I decided to get it. My aunt, who I was also living with, told me that there were no dogs allowed at her home so we drove to PetSmart. They were

The rest of what I personally think and experienced of the Big E is that it is a good place to see various country people that I like to see at concerts. Its a place to find Christmas gifts for people. The exhibit where I can see real life bears such as a Grizzly through a big picture window is very cool. People can look at the bears from close distance. My Favorite state buildings to go to are Vermont and Rhone Island. I like the Vermont one because I usually can get Cheddar cheese out of Vermont there. I go to the Rhone Island one because I have frequently been there on day trips to their beaches. So I am just a fan of the place. Those things are what I like to experience about the Big E and for all I know is what people similarly go to