Personal Narrative: Jenaye's Position

This year, I have three superb friends. They inspire me to do by best at just about everything. Audrey is inspiring when it comes to Cross Country, something she’s not the best at. Katie motivating when it comes to my writing, and C.j. encourages me to do my best, and always learn more.

Twenty years ago today, God gave me my second child. She has come to have many nicknames from my gift from God, my Angel of Jesus, to my Princess. Lauren Bailey, you have developed into a beautiful young lady, who is head strong and always knows what she wants. Even as a baby you knew what you wanted and how you were going to do things. When the doctors told me that they needed to take you away as soon as I had you, I lost a piece of me, because I did not know what to expect especially after your first surgery at five days old, but you showed your dad and I that you were strong and willing to live. You have shown so much courage, even at 9 years old, when you had your open heart surgery and you told me “Mom if God wants me to be with him, I

“Thank you. It scares me to think I might be going to jail. I can’t be in there with those dirty people,” Louise said, hugging herself ready to cry.

Sister Muriel, who was also my grandmother, and who I affectionately referred to as granny, was a bit more tired than usual on the eve of December 10, 1958. She headed to the Sisters' dorm a little earlier than usual. She climbed the stairs and enjoyed the cool breeze that blew against her face. That night she felt reflective about the good times with her husband. She missed him. However, the quiet, cool evening allowed her to sleep restfully, that is—until she was jarred awake and saw the entire building lit up around each of the bunks. Muriel’s daughter Barbara, who is also my mother, was on the bunk above. She expressed how beautiful the light was on the hill. By this time the whole dorm was awake. Although it may have seemed beautiful to Barbara, my grandmother Muriel, was

I interviewed Ms. Ashley Rogers. She told me that her mother is a person that has had the most impact in her life. Her mother was successful in her career and as a mother. She showed her how to be an upstanding citizen and a good person. She showed her how to be a leader to others when needed and support those who need it as well. She supported her through every career change or decision she made in school. The most important decisions she makes as the leader of her organization is that working with her department chair and other teachers it forces her to make decisions that show them how to do better at their job. She encourages creative thinking within her organization by making students think outside the normal. With her coworkers she

“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure,” said late Julia Child, an American chef I look up to. Indeed, failures related to cooking have massively impacted my personality and taught me several lessons in life that I cherish the most.

On a personal level, Ms. Davis, my theater teacher, helped me through one of the hardest moments of my life, losing a friend to suicide. She was a literal shoulder to cry on and her words of wisdom are ones that I will never forget. In the theater space, she helped me find my voice and my place as a human and as a director. I never would have gained the passion and drive for the arts if it wasn’t for her leadership and her willingness to allow me the opportunity to work as her assistant director.

Hi, I’m Jennifer Lawrence. No, not the actress – though I wish I were. I’m just a regular teenager. I’m 17, getting ready for my senior year. The problem for me is that I’m moving from Chicago to LA. And to top that off, I’ll be in a rich celebrity neighborhood. I know what you’re thinking: ‘Why aren’t you jumping up and down for this?!?!’ I’m just not that kind of person that wants a lot of attention. And it’ll be hard to get used to, seeing the paparazzi, maybe even dealing with some myself. At least I’m not famous.

I tiptoed down the rest of the stairs dodging huge holes in the wood. Before stepping out the door I called “Going to walk Hailey to school.” I paused for a minute waiting for a response from Marissa who was frantically looking through the kitchen drawers for something. She looked up for a second and without saying anything resumed her search more desperate now for whatever she was searching for. She says she is worried for me, and that I would have to accept that Hailey was gone as she she had. I try telling her nothing happened to Hailey. She just doesn’t get it. I hold the door open for Hailey and then shut it convulsing the walls.

There was no more correspondence between them after Vivian set her last message. This was mildly concerning, so as the evening lingered on, she looked at her computer from time to time but there was no answer from the man on the other side of the screen. She had given him lots of information and she knew what she did was wrong, as this dude could be out right now stealing her bank account and identity and she giggled at the thought. If anyone was stupid enough to rob her shitty ass bank account, ok go ahead. Or if they wanted to take on her life then she would offer that to them as well. So, she didn't care after about five minutes of thinking about someone else living her life. Take it.

Click, tap, cling. Those sounds are pretty much my life. When I’m not in the computer lab working on our school’s newspaper, The Bulldog Bulletin, I’m either studying or have my nose in a book. I like to work on the newspaper at home, too - locked in my bedroom. It drowns out the sound of constant fighting between my parents, or the TVs blasting ESPN or The Food Network.

Yes, there are many things that I would have done sooner/differently if I would have know how helpful they were. I am the type of person who does not like to try new things or just get so ready for something new but not follow through. In the last month, I have started scheduling my time better. During my last few months in school I have had many bumps along the way. I had lessons on time management in the first few course, but didn't follow through with them. With the help of my career advisor,Jasmine, she has gave me tons of tips on managing schoolwork. If I had started a schedule in the beginning of school I woluld have not become so overwhelmed when unexpected things happend.

My sister Rebecca who is 5,and I are very close. One Normal Friday Morning,we were taking my sister Rebecca to school, we were sitting in the car for my mom to finish getting ready. Rebecca thought it was a good idea to back out of the driveway for my mom. Good thing I was in my seatbelt because, she started the car and switched the gear. She didn’t know what the letters on the gear meant, so she just switched to either one. She was about to step on the peddle to back up. But,then my brother Gabe almost saved the day, he yelled, “NO!!!!”.

Susan is a woman fresh out of college with the readiness to fulfill her duties as a receptionist. She has been working with company ITM for three months now and loves her job. During a typical day on the job, she greets guests that walk into ITM, answers the phones, books the meetings, and works with suppliers to order supplies for the office. Susan approaches her work with enthusiasm and much organization skill. She was always an outgoing person and went through all the schooling necessary. It’s a great job that she returns to each day with pride and smiles. Though, her path of getting there wasn’t very easy.

We are walking on a dusty, yellow and orange path. As she steps, I hear the crunch of the dry leaves under her red rain boots. The sunbeams that play between the branches make her look like a fairy. The only thing that she’s missing is a pair of sparkling wings. Her green locks are tangled and messy and she looks like she truly belongs here, so adventurous and fearless.