Personal Narrative: Joann

When most people hear my full name , “Joann Botani," they automatically assume I'm Italian, but truth is I am actually Middle Eastern. From what I know my dad does have a little Italian in his blood but the name “Botani” actually comes from a city in Turkey. I come from an upper-middle class house hold and I have two younger siblings, a brother and a sister. Being the oldest has its challenges because there is so much expected from me whether it is school, work or social life. I tend to think my younger siblings have it easier because I am the one who pushes the boundaries with my parents and because of that my siblings usually get to do what ever the want because it is not as extreme as what I do. It has always been easy for my younger sister because she is the “princess” of the house but I am my dad’s favorite while my brother is a momma’s boy. My family is very competitive when it comes to school and grades, my little brother and I were always duking it out

I spoke with Sarah Morra regarding the home. She listened carefully and patiently to my inquiry and then informed me that the home was still available. Then, she mentioned that it was tenant occupied and once an offer was accepted, the tenants would have sixty days to vacate. In addition, she informed me that it was being sold "As-Is." Sarah provided brief information about the property, however, she did not do so in an upbeat and encouraging manner. Although Sarah was friendly, she made no effort to build rapport. In general, I found her professionalism to be

Who am I? I am Sarah Phillis; a daughter, sister, student, employee, niece, aunt, and an apostolic. These certain roles are what makes me, me. I am a daughter to, two loving parents. I am a sister, to my five siblings. I am a student, at Youngstown State University. I am an employee, at Once Upon a Child. I am a niece to my aunts and uncles. I am an Aunt Sarah, to six nieces and nephews. I am an apostolic, in which I believe in one god and speaking in tongues. The major roles of what makes me, me, is being a daughter, sister, employee, student, and an apostolic. My family is very important to me. Not a day goes by where I don’t see at least 3 of my family members. Acting as a student is a very important role I play every day. I work hard to

“I wish for the same aspect I’ve hoped for from the beginning. I wish for a life so fearless, so unpredictable, so full of unexpected joys and unforgettable love that no box could possibly contain all my memories. Such a life won’t be perfect. It’ll be something better, it will be my own paradise”. I’m going to share with you about my “Helene Tucker”. My symbol is my friend Taylor, which represents love, trust, and laughter “everything I want”.

It was the eve of middle school, I think; I sure wasn't really keeping track. The promised day had arrived, my grades were as sound as a tuned trumpet; and I was just done with a C- in music. However, I kept my behavior to the minimum of a 5th grader; something that was much more welcomed than the awkward and apathetic existence of middle schoolers. I’ve been keeping myself on the down low for a good month when my math teacher announced to us that we would be having a boat trip for the most well behaved student, and take a guess who was first of her list! It was Samuel. However, sure enough I was able to weasel and bribe my way in with compliments and good behavior into the list as seventh place! Even better news was that I could bring a parent

A fabulous morning spent with the Evans family, Wirral, celebrating the arrival of baby James

My Essay by Pamela Hines Well I really don’t know where to start so I’m just going to say it, at the age 16 I had to drop out of school to help my mom take care of my sister and brother by me being the oldest. That was one of the hardest thing that I ever had to do and the reason is because I didn’t want to go through with what my mom had to endure in her life 10 kids and not married. So journey begin. Leaving home every day going to be very important to me, it made me fell whole and that my problem would go away. So I get up every morning doing my work around the house. I hate that time of my life. Now it’s a year later and I am 17 and I meet this young man and we begin to date, which he was a very nice guy ,But my mom didn’t want me to date boys because of the situation that she is in.

After Finals, I came back to San Pedro for the summer. You wouldn't think the place would have changed that much in a year, but it sure as hell felt like I was living in another country. Most of the guys I went to high school had moved on by then and the whole town seemed so fucking strange.

Helene has taken ill Clémence, and although healers are attending to her needs, I cannot help but still be left with this anxiety ... My own Mother and sister have not cared to have taken the time to write me with this information, and while you truly have my thanks for making me aware of this situation, I am still left to wonder why.

My mom was a single parent, that needed more support than she was receiving. My mother worked a full time job and she did not have much time to attend to my siblings and I. She left me in charge, a majority of the time, to take care of my younger sister. I had to do more chores than before. At times, I felt like I had more weight on my shoulders than I could handle. I never wanted to let my mom down. I always did exactly what she told me to do. My goal was to keep a smile on my mother’s face, if she said, Jump!” I said, “How high?” When Savannah left home, a lot of things changed. Not only did they change for the worse, but for the better.

I am water cold and awful, false in demeanour disguised as calm and pleasant waiting to drown you, suffocate you, force the last breath out of your lungs. I see her across the road her red scarf blowing aimlessly in the wind. I focus on it imagining that same red pouring out of her cut pale throat instead of hanging from her body. I like breaking pretty things dismembering, fracturing. There is a certain beauty to their suffering as the last breath leaves them I am in control.

Lady B I will call her to protect her identity is a friend of mind. Her behavior with me was more a social group even though it was only the two of us. She shared with me a closer physical relationship than she did with her female or other male friends. It was as if she did not trust her other friends. However, with me, she broke down the space barrier and allowed the playful lean on me after a joke type contact. I thought her demeanor display something more an being friendly. In addition, we barely made eye contact her and I developed an emotional attraction. I believe the eye contact would have taken it to another level for me anyway. We would greet one another with a big smile from there it was none stop

Was he dead or alive? Did the helicopter land safely? What happened to him? I knew that we left on really good terms, but will I truly get to say goodbye. Was this the day that he will leave me. I rushed to get ready to go, to the place that could be the best place to be or the worst, all at the same time. I could smell this place, feel it in the air. It will either be peaceful or the worst place I will ever go. I will know in one hour. I might never see him again, or will I. One hour.

My head was ringing. This can’t be happening. There’s just no possible way! Blood trickled down my forehead. My heart beat what increasing with every breath. Why did this have to happen? Why?? My head was beginning to pound. I closed my eyes, and began to remember what had happened and what had gone so horribly wrong.

I have never felt so close to giving up on myself. My grades were slipping, my attendance at school was at an all time low, and I was sensing a lot of negativity towards me from my teachers. See they had no idea what I was going through, and never once did they bother to ask. It was as if it was normal to them that a student who had never failed a class and there six years in the public school system, was failing almost all of their classes out of nowhere. But I couldn’t put my problems on them, I had no right to think like that, but I felt so alone at the time I didn’t know who or what to blame, but I did know that if I just kept pushing through that I would get through this journey, I couldn’t afford to give up on myself, and give up on my family.