Personal Narrative: I Think Bailey Is Doing At School

“My dau--- My daughter was in this hospital,” I mumbled, “My daughter WHERE IS SHE!” I jumped out of my seat, but my leg gave out and I fell to the ground.

My parents sent me off to Los Angeles when I was in 4th grade to pursue an acting career. I went from audtion to audtion, doing short/student films, plays, and pagents just to get my name out there. I landed a comercial for Time Warner Cable(Southern California Company) as a nerd in a science academy. This lifestyle took dedication and because my mom owned businesses in Salinas, my dad lived with me. We would still travel 6/7 hours every other weekend back and forth from Salinas to Los Angeles.

“Breena wake up!” my mom whispered. My clock read 5:30. I brushed my teeth and got dressed, then waited for my mom. I couldn’t have breakfast, in case I threw up. As we drove to the hospital, I had a bunch of scary thoughts running through my little 9 year old brain. What if the surgeons mess up? How long will I not be able to talk? How am I going to play with my Barbies if I can’t talk?

Tom was at home getting ready for work when he got a phone call from his daughter, Bailey’s school. “Hello, is this Bailey’s dad?” asked the secretary. “Yes,this is.”Tom replied. “Well your daughter fainted in class and she is in the hospital.”said the secretary. As soon as Tom heard the news, he ran to his car and drove to the hospital breaking the speed limit.

What are you-all up too?” “Nothing much.” Simone and David walked in. “How’s Angelica?” ask David. “She’s sleeping.” said Marie. “I’m going to go and peep in.” said Simone. “She went to Angelicas room, walked in. Angelica was watching television. “Hey sleepy head, you’re woke.” “Hey Simone, Where’s David?” “He’s up front talking to Momma and Aunt Lori.” “How long you been here?” ask Angelica. “I just got here, Angelica, Momma told me that you’ve been having headaches, Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine, the pain pills Mom gives me, stops it.” “You know I love you right.” “I know, Simone, Is it true?” “Is what true?” “I seen the news this morning, Is Brittany dead?” “Uh-.” “Simone, please, tell me, Is she dead?” Simone sat down next to Angelica.

Brown. He was in the waiting room with a woman, who looked to be in her late thirties, crying on his shoulder. He never really liked being extremely close to other people. I could see the awkward look on his face. I waited for him to be done to talk to him. “Dr. Brown,” I said. “Not now, Dr. Walker. I’m kind of busy.” he said as he was walking away. I followed him. “I think one of my patients could have a brain tumor,” I said while following Dr Brown. “Well, take her to get a brain scan and If she does then let me know.”

When I saw my reading scores from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, I was surprised! Then when I heard about the whole classes reading scores I was really surprised at how much growth we made by working together. Because we worked hard, we learned more, and we supported each other, you should buy us some breakfast burritos to celebrate our success.

Freshman Ella. It’s a scary thought, but for this story we have to go back to March of my freshman year at an event called Chamber Festival, which is basically when you play in small groups instead of large orchestras. In our school orchestra I was second chair viola which, me only being a freshman, was a very big deal. At least it was for me. Many of my other friends in orchestra already had their own instruments, and I felt like it was time to get one of my own. So for months I begged my parents. I insisted that I wouldn’t give up playing in a year or two, that I really would stick with it long enough for the investment to make sense. Finally, in the beginning of 2015, they agreed to get me a viola. Now was the hard part, agreeing

About 1 hour after the MRI machine, Bailey and I were in a room talking about what she feels like, I said to Bailey, “Do you feel ok Bailey?”

“You should really hurry.” My mom shouted, “You don’t want to be late. I already made your breakfast. Hurry up and come down.”

All I remember is running through the halls trying to find the closest closet or classroom with Debra when suddenly I tripped over her foot and everything goes black.

Have you ever had stitches before? Well this is the time of me getting stitches for the second time of my life. It was the summer of 2016 and I was at my grandma’s house with my sisters because my mom and dad had to work. At nine thirty or so my grandma asked, “Would you three like to make watermelon into a shape of a sphere?” “Um…. In a little bit” I said as I could taste the juicy, red watermelon. It was about 15 minutes later when my sisters and I started making the watermelon spheres. My grandma started chopping up the watermelon, and she had to go and feed her cat. She carefully put the cleaver down and walked out of the kitchen. I was the last to finish my watermelon spheres.

At Bluefield College I attended the same English class that I am in currently. The credits did not transfer therefore I had to retake the course here at CVCC. At Bluefield I seemed to have the wrong mindset. I passed the course but truthfully did not learn much. Ms. Braun has taught me more in this eight week program than I had learned in a full semester at Bluefield. I feel the main obstacles I encountered in this course were grammar, as well as sentence fragments. I had the tendency you have multiple run-ons, as well as misspelled words.

“WAKE UP” my mom yelled from the kitchen. “We have to go now!” My mom said at 9:00 in the morning.

As a leader and a manager, I continued to read a lot of articles on transformational leadership. I subjected myself to taking a lot of questionnaires on leadership prepared by popular leaders such as Blanchard, Gladwell, Maxwell, Burns, Riggio and Bass.