Personal Narrative-It's Time To Work In A Home

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

I met with Ackashia Steed at my office at approximately 9 a.m., for a brief introduction as her new Housing Specialist. She stated that she was interested in moving down into a one bedroom apartment because she couldn't afford the utilities for her current three bedroom apartment due to her sisters moving into their own place.

Reporter stated he just found out about 30 minutes ago that there was no power in the home. It is unknown how long the power had been off. The was also no running water. It is unknown how long the water had been off. Reporter stated the landlord evicted the mother from the home and will change the locks tomorrow. Reporter stated his daughter (Morgan) went to the home becasue mom was on Facebook and implied about killing herself. Reporter stated Kynslee was in her crib. Mom couldn't pick her up because she has carpal tunnel and had to have surgery. Reporter stated the baby was soak and wet in the home. Reporter stated Isabella is with her father. Reporter believes Isabella is okay because Morgan wouldn't have allowed her to go with her father.

Day 1: After such problems of reaching the community director at Azalea, I told my group to go the place instead of calling. Only two people kept saying that we should continue to call, which was really annoying because they did not even try to call, it was always me. But after convincing them, we went and we finally meet Mickey who is the director of events. She explained to us that their schedule was very tight because they have many things planned for the residents. After speaking to her, we decided on coming two times and present three topics each time so that it made a total of six visits.

I didn't want to go to the dinner because Frank would be there with Gloria. Earlier I told Wes we shouldn't go to the dinner with his parents. He got mad and said what was he suppose to do, break it of with them. I just left it alone because I didn't feel like arguing. When we was close to the ranch Wes shouted to us we could go camping at they Yellowstone to see the geyers. I told him a real vacation would be to see the mountains. This vacation promise he made to us meant Wes and I wasn't fighting anymore. I was relieved. When we finally arrived I saw Franks truck covered in dirt. They were already here. I didn't like Wes parents house. It was too much for my eyes. My parents home was much better. Wes father was already outside waiting for

Sitting at the dinner table, I shoved a bite of steak in my mouth. Forks and knives scraped at the table, breaking the silence in the air. I grabbed the cold cup that held my drink and glared at my dad. Sitting there, all quietly, as if he had done nothing wrong. He had gone from being the man who would race down stairs when dinner was ready so he could spend time with his family, to the man who was cooped up in his office.

It all started soon after I had turned 12. The relief society president in my ward was speaking in sacrament, and she mentioned the upcoming youth temple trip, which would be my first one, and encouraged every single one of us to find our own family names to take with us. She expressed to us the immense joy and ultimate pleasure she felt when she did work for her family, and I wanted to be able to experience those feelings as well.

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

My story begins at a pay phone on the east side of Cleveland in 1986. I and Flora found ourselves homeless once again. I was playing with the payphone and this was getting on her nerves so she hit me. I stopped this action and she proceeds to make her important call. A couple of hours later a Cleveland Police and a Social worker show up. I waved goodbye to my mother and was off to Dorothy Lee Jordan’s home.

Getting a ride back was more trouble than it was worth, but Regan had gotten good at public transit, even if her prior experience before moving to the city had consisted of the school bus. Having a car again would be nice, someday, but now it was an expense of it in the city was one she didn't need. For now, there was PT, Uber, a taxi or friends when public transit or her feet didn't suffice. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Power Exchange and the shoot, and, of course, Matt, enough that she had no exact memories of the faces traveling alongside her, save that a couple had mistaken her inner smiles as outwardly directed, but a quick, distracted wave, a 'don't mind me' shrug, and she had made her escape, her sneakers (her heeled boots now residing in her shoulder bag) making little rubbery thumps upon pavement and grate while she hurried.

When we got home I took a nap on the couch and several hours past.I woke up scared because I was 50 feet tall bigger than the house.I couldn't believe what happend to me.My first thoughts was when I talk to the old lady about the cookies.I remember what she said about these cookies that they will make you grow,I was surprised it really

Its 5am time to pack I can’t wait to get to Florida it’s going to be lot of fun. But im so tired but we still got to go

My mother had to decide whether she wanted to put her life on hold for her two children. She had to rationalize staying in our hometown as a single mother, or moving in with her parents to give her children a better life. She deliberated the outcome of both possibilities and assured herself that moving in with her parents would be the right choice.

When I was three years old we moved to our current home in Hartford South Dakota. The only thing that was left for our to keep in our new home was an old Piano. After a few weeks of being settled in my mom would often be kept up at night with people being loud out side. She described the voices sounding like they were always just right outside our house on the street. She would just try to ignore it and go back to sleep. But one night they voices were way louder, but they conversations weren't so clear where she could make out what they were saying. It was mostly mumbling. She got out of bed and looked out side but there was no one outside, but voices got quieter. That is when she noticed it sounded as if they were coming from the vent on the floor, like from the down stairs. By brother, who was 7 or 8 at the time had his room in the basement so she thought to her self maybe he just had something playing in him room, would be very weird at this time of night, but its a possibility.

Sorry to hear you have not been feeling well this year! I hope your feeling much better these days! That's great Becky that you have one more month to work! I'm happy for you I know you can't wait. Hopefully the funding will be renewed I would hate for the program to end considering the history of the program in Battle Creek. Too bad the last person only lasted 9 months that's crazy seems like Kay and Terah would get the memo that something is not right with Grindl. I pray that Grindl doesn't drive you crazy by then. I can only imagine how insane she must be now.