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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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?”

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.

I remember the weekend we first got Jenna like it was yesterday. I had been begging for a dog for a million years and my mom finally let me get one. Don’t tell Jenna this, but she wasn’t my first pick for a dog. Actually, I never even thought I’d get her.

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.

Working with a student was harder that I thought it would be. I picked a child that was only 8 year’s old, who just came to the United States about 3 years ago, and doesn’t know much English. I wanted to see how hard it would be working with a student who doesn’t speck a countrys native language, and it turned out to be difficult. The student that I've picked her name was Mary Sefein, she was born in Egypt, and came when she was only 5 years old. When I first sit down with her I asked her “how hard it would be to be in school with other student who doesn’t speak the same language as you?”. She replied back and said “I hate it, I wish I could go back to my country where I was able to play with my friend, because here nobody want to play with

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.

“Hi, Bailey.” I said. “Hi, Sarina.” Bailey said. “You know my name?” I said. “Of course, the workers told me you would be my roommate. They showed me your picture. You are so pretty.” Bailey said. “Thank you.” I said. “I heard there’s a very big restaurant that sells barbecue and steaks.” Bailey said. “I love barbecue.” I said. “There are more restaurants.” Bailey said. “Let’s check them out.” I said. “We have to go to the meeting

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