Personal Narrative: Jenaye's Position

Ronda you continue to handle legislative, central office and local inquires accurately and proficiently. Ronda you provide accurate information concerning the progress of the Rev Team to me and our Bureau Chief and you provide training to new staff and refresher training to seasoned staff as needed. Ronda you assist the APS supervisors in my absence, you have assisted with supervising

I would like to thank you and your staff, Cheryl and Nicole for the opportunity to interview for the position of Medical Billing Processor yesterday. It was very exciting to be able to meet your team.

Today at 8:45 am, I met with Shamir Johnson (Help Desk Specialist) to discuss her job responsibilities and how important it is to prepare client referrals accurately. For example, I received an email from a HUD certifier about supporting documents being attached to the wrong referral. I explained to Shamir how important it is to pay close attention to details when handling client’s information. The repercussions of submitting incorrect information can delay a client’s refund, cause erroneous payments to be distributed the incorrect payee or sent to the wrong mailing address.

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.

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

“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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.