Personal Narrative: I MUST Be The Change

It is that time of year again; school is starting and with all of the district budget cuts, one way to supplement a school’s needs is the ever popular PTA Fundraiser! My first siting of this story was on Face Book earlier this week. The “Alternative Fundraiser” is an idea that has been percolating for a while: write a check instead of buying/making/participating in something that no one really wants to be involved in any way! As Emanuella Grinberg wrote in her article PTA Fundraiser Lets Parents Donate Cash Instead of Cupcakes on the CNN website (www.cnn.com), Dee Heinz’s family has participated in just about every bake sale and class fundraiser known to the modern PTA. As most parents will attest, all the

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I personally refuse to await the dropping of the iconic crystal ball on January 1 to declare my giddiness with regard to 2017‘s personal transformative allure! Whether it be in the personal or professional realms of my life, my mantras of declaring fear an obsolete force while growing more bold and decisive in my actions, are the same as the previous year’s…just majorly amped up!!! Perhaps most exciting for me with each

Brrrrrrringgg! The high-pitched tone on my phone rings temptingly, but I manage to resist the urge to look at the new message. Reading under the dim light in my bedroom, I can still hear the clatter of plates and busy shuffling outside my door as the night turns black over the colonial city of Leon. Luckily, my shift is over, and I can now try to focus on my schoolwork. At 12 years old, I started working as the cashier in my parents’ tiny Spanish restaurant. We moved to Leon in search of a better future, leaving broken promises behind as well as a host of caring friends that I would never see again. It would take a while, but, eventually, I would see reality through the eyes of an adult, even though I was just a kid.

An event that profoundly changed my life was my 14-year-old brother’s suicide attempt. This tragedy brought with it intense, uncontrollable changes for my family, including strained relationships, challenged beliefs, depleted trust, and copious amounts of guilt. In addition, it took a toll on everyone’s mental health, including my own. After getting over the initial shock of almost losing my brother, I fell into a heavy depression. My perception of my brother and family felt shattered and violated, and I struggled to come to terms with how things had changed. Whenever I tried to discuss the experience, it felt uncomfortable and inappropriate, as if it should never be spoken of. As a result, I fell into an unfortunately common behavior for those in helping professions; I did not address my own needs and concerns. I felt acknowledging that I could not cope with these changes on my own would disqualify me from being a successful social worker. If I could not even help myself, I thought, how could I possibly hope to help others?

The Change-Readiness Assessment was right on point on most of the scores. After adding my scores, I started asking questions. In fact, I thought I was going to score high in all but for optimism, but I was wrong. The resourceful, confidence, and passion/drive score reminded me of my first job as a sales associate. It was mandatory for all to make monthly sales goals and it was tough associate in my location since our location was a dead shopping center. Even though I was not doing badly, I was bored stiff. Something terrible happened in one of our busy high volume stores and due to that, our District Manager fired everybody in that store. He reached out to all the other store locations close by for Spanish speaking volunteers to work in that

Looking back over my life and reflecting on what I could have done different, and how I should have changed my lifestyle, and now looking down from heaven, what I would have done, if only I was allowed a second chance. I am telling this to you now, so you will know that when you are young and healthy you think that you are invincible, but as you get older I am here to say things happen and maybe by taking the right steps in life you could be a healthier you. Here is my story, and I hope you will read it, think on it, and apply my lesson to your life, and that my story will help a life be saved.

“Allison” I turned to see my dad, but he didn't look too good, he looked very weak and he was holding his chest. “Dad, are you ok?” I asked. My mom came running to us with lots of paramedics behind her. “ Whats going on?” I asked. “The plague is back Allison.” She said. I learned about the black plague in class and how it went on for 200 years until a cure was found. “Mom, he just needs to wash it.” I said. She looked sad, “It has evolved over those years. It only takes a minute for the effects to become permanent.” The doctors rushed dad outside and lifted him into the ambulance. I focused on my mom again. “Mom, it’s the 21st century! There has to be a cure!” She grabbed my hand. “We need to go, pack a bag.” She walked upstairs and

Every morning we would be waken up by 7 AM. Breakfast was served by 7:30, and we had to have our lunches made before breakfast.

“The thing about perspective-changing events is that they usually don't announce themselves as such.” -Andrea Goeglein. For my family and me, there are few quotes that seem quite as true as this. We have learned all too well how one split-second can entirely change one’s perception of their life and the world around them. I know now how a seemingly awful event can be beneficial to the mindset of a person- how one occurrence can make everyone realize and appreciate the most important things in life.

As a 7th grader a lot of bad/good things have happened to me. I changed over the years ever since I was born. I think different and I made A LOT of choices in life.

It was a bright and sunny day on June 3, 1995. Such a good day that I was in the mood to become something different, something that no one would expect to become, but what I had in mind wasn’t what I was hoping for. It was nice out and Brandon and I had some unfinished business we needed to take care of. We got mad at each other earlier that day, got into a big fight and ended up messing up moms’ big day. On top of that, he blamed the whole thing on me which I can never forgive him for, but I can also never forget what happened to Brandon.

Two years ago, on the last day of sixth grade, I was a happy-go-lucky kid who had no idea that my fate would turn my world around. On the last day of school, I say my goodbyes and head for my bus. I scan the room for an empty seat when I spot Melissa. Sixth grade was her first year at Bedminster. She seemed pretty boring, so I twiddled my thumbs for a while. However, sitting next to her made me think about what it would be like to move. To simply drop everything, leave your friends, neighbors, and the comfort of your hometown, and move. Melissa seems to be coping well, she made many friends and she seems like a happy girl. For me, even just the topic of moving away from Bedminster had been an utter nightmare. I bring my attention back to Melissa and she smiles at me and says five words that have stuck with me to this day. “Change can be good sometimes.” That day was the last day of sixth grade, and little did I know, the rest of the

“Our culture, our traditions, our language are the foundations upon which we build our identity (-unknown.)” No one should be labeled as a “slow learner” or “culturally disadvantaged.” Moreover, I believe diversity and expectations from others change someone's point of view of people and the world. No one should be labeled as anything, but should be treated like a human being.