Personal Narrative: Home

Monday was a slow day at the office, and I was not given a task by my supervisor to complete. I took the initiative to email everyone in my intake department. My email asked if anyone needed assistance with their cases to contact me. An intake case worker saw my email and told an ongoing caseworker who need assistance. The ongoing caseworker asked if I could assist her with transporting a child from the Perseus shelter to the McKean County Court House. The ongoing caseworker said she did not feel comfortable with transporting her teenage girl client in her car alone. The ongoing caseworker wanted another caseworker to monitor the girl’s behavior. I accompanied the ongoing casework with transporting the youth to court. The

It was Fire Chief Carlos Elizondo and I acknowledged his presence by saying, "hey Carlos". He then said, "aren't you going to shake my hand", then I noticed his hand. I told him in, plain voice, that I do not shake hands. He leaned into me, within my personal space, and told me that If I don't shake his hand then I need to salute him and for me to read my rules and regulations book. It, the Rules and Regulations. states that I need to salute officers! So, I saluted him. After that, he was still within my personal space and he repeated himself and told me to READ and LEARN the Rules and Regulations book and to salute. So I had no other choice to re-saluted him in front of a fire scene. (Later, I find there is no documentation in the Rules and Regulation about saluting officers). At that moment Lt. Rigoberto Bocanegra arrived to witness what was going on stepped in between me and Fire Chief Carlos Elizondo. I stood by to wait for further

On June 21, 2011 Spc Brown and I were on CQ duty. 1SG, the SDO and the Platoon Sergeants conducted a walkthrough of the unit’s footprint. When they entered I was laid back at the desk watching a movie, on my phone and had my boots on the desk. I did not immediately stand up or yell “AT EASE” when she entered or exited the building. She also noticed that I wasn’t writing the log down correct and didn’t log Spc Brown out when he left for dinner chow. 1SG asked if I had read the memorandum and my 3 General Orders. I quickly responded “Negative 1Sg I do not.” Upon them leaving once again I didn’t render the proper “AT EASE” when she left the building. I was then order to study my General Orders and 1SG might stop by

My family is full of narrow-minded, supercritical Italians; they know what they like and what they do not like. When it comes to food and customer service, my family does not mess around. Growing up around that for so many years, I would say that I also carry those traits. During a conversation, my aunt brought up a restaurant called Hearthstone. She went on a rant about the price of the food and how the quality of her meal was not as extravagant as it should have been for how much they were charging for it. Mind you, my aunts' been to some of the best restaurants in the country so she has a lot of background. Once she had all of those negative things to say, I already had a predetermined mindset of this place. I knew I had to try this so-called

I was only 18 when I lost mom and when I was 35, I lost dad as well. I remember getting a phone call from the prison on Monday, November 16, telling me that there was an altercation that day, which was code for prison riot. I saw it on the news later that night, 4 other guys besides dad died as well. They told me that dad was shanked 9 times and by the time the guards were back in control, he had already lost too much blood. Becky, my wife of 11 years saw me cry for the first time in our marriage. I had never gotten to say goodbye to my mother and I was also deprived of saying goodbye to my father as well, I just hoped my 8 year old daughter, Katherine, would not share my same fate.

How many times you’ve made me lonesome. Even when the often stained sky is but a hushed void, you still leave me to witness it alone; slouched on my wooden throne, strokes of blood softly flowing down these rosey cheeks. Shut up for me please. There’s far too much discourse to call this silence. Moths gather in my head, but in any case, it’s futile as they burn down in my dream, and after that, nothing’s left again. Shut up. I’d rather wake up to tomorrow's inadequate dawn.

This is your opportunity to refute these allegations and is your chance to provide an explanation regarding the issue surrounding this meeting. We’re going to ask you some questions, and I’ll remind you to answer them honestly. Failure to be honest and forthright during today’s meeting could also result in discipline up to and including dismissal. If at any time a break is needed please let us know and we’ll take a break.

I am surrounded, with no food or water and I am running out of ammo. My guards were killed a couple hours ago. I don't have much time, if anyone gets this tell my family I love them.

"Be careful now, the fair is in town, stick together!" I hear behind me as I gallop onto the creaking deck. We were to walk to the park with our lunches while the rest of the kids would drive there. Two girls trail closely behind me, Haylee and Lexi. Haylee has hair like Rapunzel, long, flowing hair that shines like the sun. She has a squarish head and thinly framed glasses. Lexi, however, is the opposite, she's younger, shorter, has a round head and stick straight hair. Freckles sprinkle across the bridge of her nose and the apples of her cheeks.

Lord, this uniform is tight. My chunky thighs are about to burst out a this thing. Mama said to watch my mouth, but this uniform is already making me snappy. I can’t believe I have to wear this thing. Isn’t my obvious black colour enough to label me as a maid. Today’s my first day, and I’m sure as hell not excited for it.

“Thank you John. I appreciate you coming in early so we could finally talk.” Collin said as he walked around his desk and peeked out the window to see if it was thunder he heard.

There were so many different possibilities to expect. I didn’t know whether to be excited or scared. One thing was for sure; I was definitely anxious. And the taxi that was dropping me off at the house of the kids I’m babysitting for the summer was driving dangerously fast, which did nothing to ease my nerves.

Let's start at the beginning. Derek and I have been together for 1 year and we're really happy. But ever since, Peter kept stalking me. When he got the chance, he flirted with me. Not only saying thing's like “you're beautiful”, but also touching me on intimate places and whispering in my ear what he would do to me if I were his girlfriend. In the beginning I thought he was just joking, but once he brought it to a different level, I got a little scared. I never told Derek, because I didn't want to lose him.

As soon as he said that I rolled my eyes, it was probably my social worker who wanted to see me as. My social worker, Sophie, is always trying to get me to get a flat of my own, since I have been in care 'for too long'. I went into the living room, and suprisiyling i didnt find Sophie but a female and male police officer. Shit.

My placement is with Nutrition for Learning (NFL) which is a program the provides breakfast to all students (regardless of socioeconomic status), so that they have the opportunity to eat breakfast which fuels their learning in school. I have my placement at a local public school in the Waterloo Region. During my second week at my placement myself, my On-Site-Supervisor (Nancy), Head Food- Preparation Volunteer (Parminder) and another Laurier Student Volunteer were setting up for the program. Were in the gym and the adjoining