Personal Narrative: Hi Mrs. Gaillard

The person who has inspired in my mother Donja McAllister. My mother is a hard working person and always wants what is best for her family. She sacrifices her own time and money just to make my brother and me happy. She has spent a big portion of her life caring for others. My mother has always thought of what is best for us. She encourages us to do our best in school and pursue what makes us happy. She wants us to get a good education so that when we grow up we have the skills to pursue whatever career we what. For a while now my mother has the burden of taking care of her two children alone. She is constantly making sacrifices for us so that we can get to school and do all the after school activities for example when I was still in gymnastics

I’m interested in furthering my education into a field that will allow me to be prosperous, not just financially but also in regards to my well being emotionally. With the things I would potentially learn at UST I believe I could make a difference in the constantly growing society we live in. My positive attitude and motivation to succeed are the tools that give me the confidence to pursue a Liberal Arts degree. The positive experience I received by taking AP classes I feel

I got the chance to interview a wonderful person, Ms. Breyonia Sterling. Breyonia resides here in Savannah, Ga and she is 18 years old. Her birthday is April 8th, which qualifies her to be an Aries. Breyonia Sterling is a wonderful person because she has an admirable personality, she is very success- driven, and has some unique favorites. I also learned while interviewing her that we have a lot in common.

On the night of December 19th, 2003, a baby is born. Her mom’s a social worker, her dad’s a nephrologist, and she has one older sister. Her name is Sophia Galoustian, although later she will wish to be called Sophie. After two years of living in Maine, the family moves to California, where Sophie will grow up.I am Sophia Galoustian, and this is part of who I am.

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

“If, when you’re older, someone comes knocking on your door asking you some heated questions that you’re not sure how to answer, just stop and say “I want an attorney” and they’ll have to provide you with one as a basic right,” she stressed.

We line up for lunch. Mrs. Price thinks thinks everything’s okay after I gave the sweater to Phyllis Lopez, which made me upset, so I yelled at Phyllis, “You ruined my birthday!” Phyllis ignored me, which made me furious, so I step on her foot. Then she did it back to me, and Mrs. Price sees that and we both get in trouble. Mrs. Price give us a warning, but I decided to calm down instead of breaking down again.

I wanted to sort of touch base with you about my absence as I am doing with all my teachers and basically wanted to offer an explanation so that I don't cause any more frustration, hopefully.

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.

I am writing this letter to tell you how much you are meant to me. From the moment that I saw you, you steal my heart. Oh, my dear Edna, you do not know how much I am dying here in Mexico. I missed you so much. You know, it is warm and hot here, but my heart only has light when I thought about you, my dear Edna. I missed your eyes, the sparkle of your smiles, and your soft touch.

My desire as a child to travel the world led me to my education at Pace University, first of my many destinations. The teaching methodology, the process of assigning homework, the serene atmosphere in the campus and the ever-helping faculty and staff have already instilled confidence in me. This has helped me ease out of my comfort zone to explore and innovate. Gaining my higher education in America has exposed me to a whole new set of scholastic vocabularies such as credit hours, GPA, courses, Greek life involving sororities and fraternities and

After Phyllis claims her sweater, we go to lunch. All I could think about was how mad I was at Mrs. Price. When lunch ended, we went back to the classroom. I was so mad at Mrs. Price I had to say something. I stormed up to Mrs. Price’s desk and said, ‘’ How can you even remember me wearing the sweater when it’s not even mine?!” I went on and on until Mrs.Price stopped me. Mrs. Price said, “ Rachel! Come with me right now!” I knew that wasn’t a good sign. Mrs. Price and I walked for a while until they got to their destination… The principal’s office. All of the sudden, I felt even more sick than before. Once Mrs. Price and I walked in, there was no sign of the principal. Then the most embarrassing part of the day happened. Since there

I was in the sixth grade when I met my social studies teacher Mrs. J.R.; she was a different breed. She wasn’t there to just collect a check but to help us succeed and to reassure us of our admirability. She would stand in front of the class and teach until everyone hand went down but she didn’t stop there. Mrs. J.R. became my confidant. I would confide in her about how other girls made fun of me for the big bows I wore in my thick wild hair and my neon color tube socks. Mrs. J.R. would say things like "they're just jealous because they don't have big colorful bows and long pretty hair.” She would always know just what to say and on gloomy days you could find me on the second floor sixth grade hall in Mrs. J.R. room doing my work sitting

Ms. Judson and I were scheduled to meet over the weekend Friday at 1pm, Saturday and Sunday at 11am. I called and sent text messages to remind her of our meetings. Ms. Judson did not pick up my phone calls, so I left her messages. However, she did reply to my text messages. She informed me she had the Flu and was in the hospital. I made several attempts to meet with Ms. Judson this past weekend.

One of the times where she showed her kindness was on my last day of 4th grade. She wanted to show that she was thankful to my teacher and my coaches in the after school program i was in. While i was in school, She decided to do something special for them. When it was time for her to pick me up, she met me where she usually did but told me to put my belongings into the car.