Personal Narrative: Hola Diana

Kammi Kolanko is my mother and hero. She is 37 years old and works at a school as a substitute teacher in the Norwin Elementary School. She also lives in a house on 1180 Pinewood Road Irwin PA 15642. She helps me with my homework and makes sure I have everything ready for school in the morning each day. She also makes sure I have a good packed lunch for every day in school. She is a person who is an amazingly good and fast cook. She wants us, her kids, to not become selfish. She also wants us to lead productive lives. She hopes we can be kind people when we grow up.

On February 28, 1998 at 11:50 p.m. a baby was born in Moultrie, Georgia. Who was that baby you might ask, well that baby was me. At three pounds and four ounces, and almost a leap year baby I was born into the world as Iesha Monika Williams. I was the first child to parents, and the only girl as the time went on. Even though I was born in Moultrie, Georgia I was raised in Thomasville, Georgia and have been here ever since. I have two younger brothers, the ages of sixteen and seven, name Trey and Jamari. I have a puppy name seven or seven-eleven, he answers to both. I also have two parrots name pinky and binky.

Last year, 2016, scaled to my first tournament that would be played at Marista. I would not

I was born in the Dominican Republic my parents named me Maria Esther, with many associate to be spanish but the true is originated from Hebrew. I'm 22 years old and too mature for my age. I'm the older of five kids, between my baby sister are 7 years apart, with made me to be responsible and not able to feel classes or choose to do wild and crazy things . growing up my family movie five time alway in urban area. My siblings and I grow up with many friends in different places. My sister and I attend private school until our 8 and 7 years old we started at the age of 2. I grow up in a catholic family, but I always was to curious at early age I started studying others religion what lead me to change my religion domination. My skin color is light brown. When people see me for

Shainna Ali sits at her desk in her office preparing for the day and all of the appointments it will bring. Photos of family and friends are positioned on the desk around her. All of her hard work has led her to the moment she has spent years preparing for: graduating in May with her doctorate.

We flew down the bumpy trails with dust in our face. Maria took Rachel and I four-wheeling with some friends. It was two o’clock in the morning and my mom didn't know where we were. Maria Tormanen is my older sister. Maria has a positive influence on me because she is always pushing me out of my comfort zone. She supports me in what i do and she goes after her dreams, I admire that.

I come from a place of proud people and independence; a place of worn church houses and of tear stained Bibles. I come from a place of shackles and chains made of coal that held my people in slavery and subjugation; a place of used needles and broken hearts. I come from Appalachia, and I will be heard. My roots run deep within me connecting me to the mountains where I was born. In my times of trials and tribulations. I look back to my roots and the people who worked so hard to get me to where I am. I find hope In those memories, they give me the strength to persevere and work towards my goals.

I'm sorry it took me so long to answer but Maria was a little under the weather I was waiting to see how it would develop.

When I was in my sophomore year of high school, I had a music teacher named Ms. Valentine who taught vocal and piano classes. Ms. Valentine was known as the “mean dad” of the vocal department, because she oddly reminded everyone of a dad instead of a mother, I know it’s weird. She never took the phrase I can’t from a student, and she would never put up with anyone’s bullshit. She believed there was no such thing as “I can’t”. I had the pleasure of having Ms. Valentine as my choir director, sadly. Ms. Valentine was known for assigning students to critique boring plays and concerts.

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away. By that I mean about an hour or two drive from visalia. When I was eight and my brother four. We had gone tobogganing with our family. The snow was glistening white and quite untouched by any other people for there was no lemon flavored snow.

Aileana and I made plans to jog along the beach and then go out surfing today. We decided to meet on the beach around nine this morning. I thought I would surprise her later with something different she would delight in. I wanted this to be a special day of having fun and enjoying each other. She now felt up to exercise. Her ribs still gave her a few twinges when taking deep breaths, but her face was back to its beautiful contours with her lush lips back to their kissable self.

A woman named Felicity had been apart of my family for many years. My mother and her went to college together and became very close friends. Since my sibling and I knew her for so long and were so close to her we called her our “Aunt”. As a child, she would tell me to follow my dreams and that practice makes permanent. These words are now something that I remember as I go throughout my day.

June 14 2013 was a normal day. Me and my best friend Felicity were going to the lake by our house with our family’s for a summer barbeque. This wasn’t just any lake, it rivaled the ocean with the white sand and warm clean waters. I brought my camera to take pictures of Felicity for my new blog post on JOSIE PHOTOS. I took a bunch of pictures of her, and she looked like a goddess in all of the pictures, her hair as golden as the sun and her skin sparkled like someone dusted pixie dust on her.

Lulu. She was about two feet high with the stance like a king her muscles were crazy big her fur shimmery gray she had light blue eyes and her tongue was always out of her mouth.She was given to me about a year ago as a present she was my absolute pride and joy she always made me so euphoric and maudlin, she was a pain, but she was always there when I got home waiting for me to see her, take her for walks and go swimming she loved the water. She just hated how cold it was. One day I had mistakenly forgot to lock her up before I went to school and she ran around all day made a mess all around the house. I was so screwed she even thought that this guy walking past our house wanted to play she charged and pranced around him she made him go insane.

Delaney and I had just arrived at Diana’s Bath in New Hampshire, where we were going to hang out for a few hours and play at the “waterfall” we had heard about. We walked through a small path until we saw a gigantic rocky structure with tiny bit of water rolling off of it, with a pool of water at the bottom. We were all very surprised by this, as we thought it would be a beautiful waterfall that we could jump from the top of and that we stand under. Although, it being not what we expected and looking very dangerous, we continued to swim in the pool below the rocks and begin climbing up. The rocky structure was very difficult to climb up and we almost slipped a few times, but we caught ourselves.