Personal Narrative: Glendora Dick

Nobody should go through what I have been through. I’m Dora Rivkina. I am 19 years old and am the second out of three girls to be born into a Jewish family. My sister Liesl is three years older than me. I look up to Liesl. She is my role modle. There is no movie star or pop star that can ever top her. My sister Elaine is two years younger than me. Sheis still learning to speak German because my parents tought her how to speak English first. She looks up to liesl also. We act like liesl and try to dress like her. Both of my sisters are really smart and are good at figuring things out.

Waking up and realizing that today was the day, my body got packed with nerves, still wondering how my mom even got me on the show and why they wanted me. While I was putting on my clothes, I was trying to look professional, but looking back I would have chosen something different. I was wearing some boot cut jeans, a shirt with a purple cross that had a shawl connected to it, some ugly sneakers, and my hair was straightened. It was dark and chilly December morning, and myself and my parents took the 30 minute drive to the TV station. When my parents and I arrived we had to be checked in by security, as they were told to expect my arrival, for the early morning weather segment. I felt that I was going to pee my pants, but I was also excited. My mom was making me more nervous, “You

I have had many great mentors that have stood out in my life thus far, but I have one lady that really stands out. Her name is Tina; I know her better as Ms. Hicks. She is a kindergarten teacher and Glee Club director at the middle school I attended. I came to know her really well when I joined the Glee Club my sixth grade year. She is so selfless and always puts others before herself. I just began watching her one day and realized that I wanted to be just like her. I began to volunteer in her classroom the last period of the day because I want to be an elementary school teacher as well. I decided why not learn form the best. Throughout the year, I learned so much from her. She taught me that students can learn and have fun while they

Jane Addams is the most wonderful person I know. We grew up together in Chicago. She was my neighbor and my friend. An amazing person to have the priviledge of knowing, me and Jane met under the worst circumstances. We had never spoke to one another until my family heard that her mother had passed away. Jane's father told my father the horrible news one night after we had just finished dinner. I remember looking at my mother and feeling so grateful that she was my mother. I hugged her a little tighter before bed that night. The next day I went over to Jane's house to express my sympathies for her loss. From that point on, we developed a friendship that could move the stars.

Toni started to question why they were heading towards Las Vegas. She turned to her aunt and asked why they were heading towards Las Vegas and her aunt replied” We’re not going to yosemite today.” Toni said, “why not tia?” “We’re going to take the long way and go to St. George for a couple of days.” Toni replied “Oh.” Vero said “We’re going to go visit your tio’s aunt and uncle.” “Oh cool and they live in St. George?” “yes.” she replied. They went along their way their first a stop in Las Vegas. They stopped at “best buffet” in all of Las Vegas. In Toni’s opinion that was not the best buffet. She has had way better. All the different aroma of sushi and fish made Toni want to gag. At the buffet they had exatic foods from all over the world but they also had the basics such as mac n cheese, mini sliders, and pizza. Then they left and they were on their way to St. george. About 4 hours later they finally got to Chris’ aunt and uncle's’ house. Toni politely went up to them and greeted them and said “Hello my name is Toni and im Chris’ niece and i will be staying with you the next couple of days.” They

As high school freshmen, most kids do not get very excited about walking into their College Preparatory Biology class, but I sure did! Everyday I looked forward to Mrs. Wilson's 3rd period biology lesson because she never disappointed. Mrs. Wilson was a special kind of teacher, she was the type to turn boring lectures into a captivating learning tale and had the gift of making tests enjoyable with her creative illustrations. Yes, you read that right, I enjoyed her tests. One day, Mrs. Wilson presented us with a demanding project; “Okay class, I am challenging you to create the BEST “Bunnimoose.” she announced. As we sat there with puzzled faces, she went further into explanation.

Jane and I grew up in grade school together. She was in the class ahead of me, but her and I were still friends. My father was into politics and involved himself in whatever he could with Jane's dad. Since our fathers were away quite often, we would spend a lot of time together. Since Jane didn't have a mother, my mother would often include Jane in whatever my sisters and I were doing. We would have great talks together talking about what we wanted to do when we grew up. Even though neither one of us knew what we wanted to do, Jane was someone that always had the biggest heart for helping people. She was always talking about the stories her father told her about President Lincoln, and even though she didn't know how, she knew she wanted to be someone to make change like he did.

“Hey, terrorist,” a boy called out to me from across the classroom, drawing laughter from his friends. I pretended not to hear and stared into my book. It was a typical day in my life growing up as a first-generation American attending public school in a poor Bronx neighborhood. Being one of the few Indian kids there, I was relentlessly picked on. My school was desperately underfunded where teachers often spent their own money on supplies.

It is starting to drizzle outside, I stop at the local truck stop to get gas and to get snacks for the road, otherwise I’d be eating road pizza, or for you non-truckers, roadkill. I see my good friend Jerry, he has owned the truck stop for over fifty years and every day I wish I could stay home like him. He asks me how the trucking life is treating me, I smile and nod my head, “I can’t complain, but it sure ain’t

I had the pleasure of interviewing Ms. Yvonne Dill who attended UIC (University in Chicago) at the age of 16, which she is extremely proud to say. “I loved it because it was close to my home, and although I was close, I was still able to be independent and live on my own. I did graduate from that school in 4 years.” I am also close to home and I enjoy my independence as well. The only difference between she and I is the fact that I did not attend college at age 16. During her first few weeks as a freshman she admits, “I was not nervous, and I felt as if I was where I belonged. I adjusted very easily, and quickly. Three of my cousins (all two years older than me, two of which are twins) also attended the school, which made the transition very

R/s last week, Julia and Garrett (deceased) appeared intoxicated and Julia’s speech was slurred. R/s it was reported that Garrett was in car accident and he was intoxicated. R/s Garrett’s daughter Destiny (3) and another child Johnathan (6) was also in the car. R/s Julia has another daughter Kylee (5) in the home.

On another day, i was able to work with four-year-old John. With John, i decided to use alphabet flashcards. I chose to use flashcards because his teacher, Mrs.Bogue, briefly explained to me that john is able to recognize letters. John did well with recalling the letters as I flashed the cards to him .However, when I asked him to write a letter down without the card in front of him he struggled. John could not write the letter without a visual guide. In my opinion, john needs help in memorization. Later that week I was able to work with a little girl named Tina. Mrs. Bogue had mentioned that Tina is a great drawer and struggles with her words. I wanted to hear for myself how well Tina spoke. So I decided to use the print out drawings again.

When we are very young, we like to dream about what we will be when we grow up. As we get a little older, we start to choose certain people who we want to be like. We call these people our heroes or “role models.” Miss Ruthanna Kuhns is someone who has long been someone I look up to as a role model. I first met her when I was in jr. high. She was the first grade teacher in my school. You could often hear her teaching her students or leading them in singing.

Standing almost six feet tall, she walks down the looming white halls of the hospital, her lithe-framed body softly oscillating.. Wendi Briseno combs her thin fingers through her medium-length pale brown hair; a breath of warm air sweeps from between her lips. Lives are saved by the hour because of her, and the wellbeing of many is enhanced due to her imminent solicitude. As she thinks of her contribution to the vigor of many, a smile stretches across her face, and her shiny braces become evident. Lightly applied makeup is smudged as she gently prods at her ice blue eyes. A long hallway lay before her, and her eyes trail along this hallway. Eventually, they discover her destination: the break room.

Hi all, I am Lucille Robinson and this is class five at SNHU. My children are Phil and Kay and both are living life at its fullest outside of my home. In March of 2008 I began thinking about retirement. I am between the ages of spring chicken but not yet fiftyish; and on this wonderful evening I knew the next step in my life has been ordered. I heard a voice speaking in the spiritual realm of my being saying, you’re going to write stories. I laughed. English has not EVER been easy for me, but I’m up for the challenge. I am excited to learn of the two especially realism it is a technique that can be mastered. Realism has always been the genre that most interest to me.