Personal Narrative: Jamal Wallis

Speakers. However, I did feel some may have been there because they were famous, but nevertheless still gave insight to networking.

During my two last years of high school, i've been in contact with a lot of colleges and universities. Many of which don’t get my attention. Throughout my whole high school years, there was only one college that i wanted to go to, Liberty University. I have heard so many wonderful things about Liberty and what i loved the most was that it was a christian school. Liberty had the number one thing that i am looking for in a college, that is a christian school, but many of my other things that i look for in a college where just not there. I used to live in Florida approximately 11 years ago and let me tell you, it's hard not to miss the sunshine state. Liberty is in Virginia, a state where it doesn't feel like home. When i received a brochure

LaShawn is a personable, eager to learn, and professional candidate. Her last position was working as an Admission Specialist for IU Health North Hospital. She was responsible for registering the patients, verifying their information, and entering updated or new information. She left IU Health when she had to have surgery and used all of her FMLA time, but ultimately needed more time to heal and had to leave the company. She took the next year to focus on getting better and making sure everything was taken care of. She had previously worked for Comcast as a Customer Account Executive. She would place a heavy amount of outbound calls to processing payments, sell new product, or answer questions. Once they started to cut her hours down because

) stood there in her deep green missionary uniform, firm as a statue and kind as a nun. Her older hands slick with sweat had a slight tremble as she handed out flyers to New City commuters. My grandmother was my first example of a pillar in the community. Every day she strived to improve the lives of those around her neighborhood. I adopted many of her ways, which has lead me into the field of social work. With my degree, I plan to work with one of the most disadvantaged groups in society, the elderly. Every day when I get up to go work, I will be impacting the lives of the elder person and countless members of their inner circle. This will give me a sense of purpose in my life.

I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of

I think that is an excellent thought, Lindsey. When I first read this that is what I thought as well. Whenever Ada begins to let Susan love her, and whenever Susan starts to show more affection Ada lashes out. I think that Ada lashes out because she feels like she is not deserving of love, and she is not deserving of nice things. This just tears me up inside when a person does not feel like they are worth being loved. The amount of damage that Ada has suffered is almost irreversible now and I think Susan is starting to realize that this will not be an easy fix. I am honestly surprised at how normal Jamie is because even though he was not the one who was abused, he witnessed the abuse. I am glad that he has not lost his trust in people. This

My mom and I loved the movie. It was neat to see a Western movie 'cause you really don't see those much any more.

Upon hearing those words, my head snaps to the worse case scenario imaginable. Anything could be possible. Death, ultimately, would not suffice in this ordeal; however, knowing Mercy for quite some time, she could transform a serious matter into a laughing joke.

I believe that the best dreams are ones that you share with people, who conceive them be so preposterous that they cannot help but laugh in your face that you could even think of possibly reaching that point one day. Entering High School, I had begun taking basketball more seriously than any other sport and had the goal of earning a Division 1 scholarship. Which would be the first step in making my dream of playing professionally a reality.

Six consecutive second place, Science Fair trophies sit in the deepest, darkest, most isolated place in my house... my closet. Upon entering the closet, I’m automatically overwhelmed with a horrifying stench, a mixture of plastic, metal, and disappointment, also known as second place. Once the scent enters the nasal cavity, it immediately calls war upon the cerebellum, attacking strongly and injuring the motor cortex, thus creating a chill to run through my body, leaving me powerless and without words. After the chill, next follows the noise. Mockingly congratulates me, whispering “great job, you almost had it,” oh the humanity; “second place” repeatedly echoes in my ear until I escape the closet.

The body I had managed to jostle awake was a latecomer to Oeste the Stalerie had labeled Makenna. It was common for farmers to sell their female children to Oeste, the males were sold to Sur, on the night they were born and given a new name under the King. It was either the tower you sold your children to, or the death of not only your Daelocke child, but it meant your death as well. My own father was an impoverished horse farmer somewhere near the south. He, his wife and four children occupied a home somewhere distant from the island. They had supplied The King and his Stalarie their horses and livestock. I was told by the Sylphen that I was the last child born, and regrettably, born under the night of a full moon. He had sold me just three

There’s so many life changing books and artwork to choose from, but the one that influenced me the most was The Blind Side. One of my favorite books that is based on a true story, changed my life. I am not your all-star academic student, I am not gifted with powerful knowledge, but I have worked hard to get where I am. The reason behind that is because of this book. One of the things that affected me was how Michael Oher was one out of thirteen kids by his mother who was addicted to crack, nor did Michael Oher knew how to read or write. He then met a white couple that took him in, enrolled him into school and football. With his disability to not knowing how to read or write, he had poor grades, but instead of giving up, he worked harder and

I seem to have the same connections with these writer, I also started writing at an extremely young age and most of the time it was because of societys outlook on the more curvacious woman, I wanted them to see that we also fit into the heroine role, we too look good on the arms of the hot guys in the book, that we are not just something to turn their noses up at.

A blurred figure is in my direct vision, as hushed prayers and frequent sobs filled the silence. The mood has faltered from the days early on that were so full of cheerfulness and life. Unlike that day, it was falling negatively towards an everlasting sleep for someone who I deeply cared about. Safoe Watson Jr was lying against a hospital bed that had been planted within his own home more than a couple of days before that day, breathing slower and slower every few minutes. I stood there, next to my younger sibling, reminiscing in memories to past the time. Not only did those memories overwhelm me, but the gut punching feeling of guilt and regret hit me, feeling as if it knocked me out of breath. The regret lingers, thinking of my young years

I look in my night stand drawer and I find a few pictures, however the one that caught my eyes was dated June 10, 1976.In that picture I’m sitting on a bench in front of a water fountain in downtown I’m just turn 16 and sitting next to me my best friend Lucy and she’s 17. I know it's on a Saturday because it is the only day our mothers let us go to town. In the picture it seems to be a sunny day that our eyes are a little closed. I can see some birds very close to us, others eating off the floor, and many trees around the plaza. We are sitting close to the water fountain. The water is spraying our backs and we’re getting wet. We are laughing because the water was cold.