Personal Narrative: Entering The Work Field

Throughout high school, I continuously explored a wide variety of courses in an attempt to figure out what career path I may want to pursue. As senior year drew closer, the business field became more enticing. Furthermore, my aspirations were significantly impacted on the evening of September 14, 2016. I woke up that day and left for school as if it were any other day. After school, I drove to the softball field because we had a game and it just so happened to be Senior Night: the last home game. When it came time for my first at bat, I stepped up to the plate and hit a line drive between the first and second basemen, successfully making it to first base. The next player up to bat hit a double; I rounded second and sprinted for third. I clearly remember my coach kneeling on the ground to signal me to slide into third base. For some unknown reason, I hesitated and slid too late. I knew it was a bad slide, but I was focusing on whether or not I was safe. Then reality set in, I was safe, but I was not physically capable of standing up.

Most people would describe me as quiet and laid-back. I would agree with this statement. However, what people don’t see is what goes on behind the scenes. As a result, I believe that my work ethic is what goes unnoticed in my life. During the first half of high school, I was very self-conscious of my physical health. I would always finish last and tire out first during gym class, and was generally unhappy about my appearance. Many of my friends, who were in sports, questioned why I wasn’t on any of the sports teams. The embarrassing truth was that I was just too out of shape and unathletic. I let a lot of this go to my head, and I started feeling ashamed of myself; sort of an odd feeling considering fitness was never a priority in my life.

As both of you probably already know I have been a VERY sick man since February of this year and into the hospital 8 times for treatment. During this time my recovery was looking optimistic and I thought that I could work again. With the spirit of trying I did no more than 5 hours work before having to be shipped off to the hospital in an ambulance again. During this time my thought process was clear, turns out it was skewed and I am still unable to work. That being said it has more been a horrifying process to come to terms with being medically disabled and unable to work at 20 years old. During these months of suffering I realize I have caused this company mass suffering with me having to divert tons of my shifts due to being unable to work them.

I worked at a Starbucks in the mornings and did my intern work in the afternoons/evenings. It was a good system, though sometimes it would be a little close when I went overtime in the mornings. I still made it to “second work” on time (usually), which was good, since it was the whole reason I was in Cali. I was pretty busy for most of the day, but that was good, because I like to keep busy. I knew that if I wasn’t working I would probably be at home doing nothing, so my schedule was fine.

At approximately 1400 on Wednesday, March 9,2016 I arrived at 7810 Shaver Rd for my Internship with the Portage Department of public safety. I meet with LT.VandenBrink he then told me that I would be riding with an officer today. The officer's name was officer Mike Kline. I went and put my vest on and then meet with kline as soon as he arrived to the station from a call he was on. When Kline arrived I introduced myself we were about to head out when he remembered that he had to pick up a paper he printed off. After he got the paper we went ot to his car we left the station and he informed me that we would be driving around the portage Rd area because he was waiting on a call about some apartments that he might have to go to and sweep for and

I’m not talking about your spiritual calling, your calling to your God, but rather your calling to a profession, a career. Not merely a job. Something that you have such a passion for that you could almost do it without getting a paycheck – if only you didn’t have bills to pay. Or even small mouths to feed.

As I sit on the toilet at 5:02 P.M. waiting for it to be 5:04 to find my answer. Negative or Positive? I walk into my room with the tests in my hand to show my fiancé, his big blue eyes lights up with excitement. I have taken four digital tests all saying negative. This particular test was different, there was a faint positive result! I didn’t think anything of it, because It wasn’t quite time for my period anyway. Soon enough, I would find out how accurate that last test was.

My husband was laid off from a project that was expected to run for a year. A new boss came in, and with him were an array of workers he can't abandon. To make the story reluctantly brief, my husband was out of work.

One of my proudest achievements was when I received acceptance into the Center for Excellence in Youth Education for the hospital placement internship. At first, when I was filling out the application, I was afraid because the application asked questions about my average, my PSAT scores, my volunteer experience, and a personalized essay. I knew that I was outstanding in academically, volunteering, and my essay was great because I talked about my interests and my hopes for the future. Although I qualified for a majority of these supplements, I did not do as good as I would have like to on my PSAT; I thought that this factor exempted me as a candidate until I received an email telling me to come in for a 10 minute interview. On the day of my interview, I was the

Life has pushed her put of her comfort zone. After graduating high school, she moved to another state completely alone. There was a time to become self-reliance, to become independent. This is an example of recentering( Professor T. Rondinone, personal communication, April, 2017). Grace found full time job at the post office as a dispatcher. “For the first time I felt wanted. People started acknowledging me. I realized that I can be good at something.” However, the job was making her feel good about herself, she still wanted something more. She was craving for close intimate relation with that special man, who can love her and in return she can love him. She had such a strong need for meaningful, profound bounding with that romantic partner,

Darla, you are a woman with huge faith. I debated on whether not to share this, but here it goes. I had huge faith like yours and today I do. But as I was studying Job one day, it all hit. It seemed we had it all financially. But then we lost our home and everything in between. Tribulations came in such a huge way including becoming hungry and homeless. More tribulations came that I should not share here. The more I read into Job the worse it got. No one could believe it. Then came the “Christian” friends who offered advise, just like Job’s friends. I kept trust God for a miracle. I kept seeking Him, then one day I just kind of gave up and said, “God do with me what you want.” It was at that point I think God said, “Finally.” Seemed like everything

To accomplish great things,we must not only act,but also dream; not only plan,but also believe.-Anatole France Most individuals plan ,but don't get a chance to accomplish and complete the steps for their life. There's obstacles and barriers that trap the person from moving forward and breathing. We have witnessed people who have climbed the Barriers and jumped over the obstacles, but the ones who didn't doesn't mean they didn't want to , but from the lack of encouragement, and the aspects of their life style they didn't have enough strength to. It just takes a little more time for others to complete. I'm a example of both individuals. I have Barriers , but I won't stop until I make my dream a reality and being able to touch it.

There was one time where I had to fight myself to not give up. That was when I decided to become a teacher.

Being the fiery red-head that I am, I didn’t let much keep me from letting my embers leave a mark on anything they flew near. Testing my parents’ rules, like any spunky toddler would, I set out to find my next muse. When my mother moved into the garage to do laundry I decided to risk my hide to get some practice in in my “studio,” a workplace where I constantly slid across and laid down on half-naked, when the Florida heat was no match for the chill of the cool kitchen floor. With an Irish-green crayon I followed the grout between the tiles, like a conductor navigating a train down its tracks. The intricate lines of green wax traveled through the tiles, up the walls, and into the oven vents. My streak only lasted for so long, until my mom walked

As my role as a member of the group, what was done was Adding on to others' points, and needed improvement was my role work. Adding on to others' points was done well due to the amount of effort was given in finding connections with their points and mine, then eventually either stating text evidence to add on to their opinions or stating my idea and how it adds