Personal Narrative: Job

I have a petty theft misdemeanor. I was going through a hard time and was trying to get food for my family. I was given a citation and ordered to pay a fine. I am currently in the process of getting my record expunged. I am a honest hard-worker with a strong work ethic. I am a fast learner and very goal oriented. I work well in teams as well as

I played football in high school for all 4 years. My freshmen and sophomore year I wasn't very good. I was a backup and never played. Then came along my junior year, I was still undersized and didn't start but I improved my skill greatly and I started to increase my work ethic. The off-season before my junior year I went hard in the weight room and became strong. I also lost some weight and gained some height. That's hard work in the offseason is what lead to me having a great senior year. My senior year was full of emotion, I felt tired, determined, and at the end of the season I felt sadness with no regret and the love for my brothers. The first thing we had to do to become a great team was build a brotherhood with kids who wanted to try.

I AM WRITING A LETTER REGARDING PART TIME WORK, WHICH ADVERTISED BY YOU IN TODAY'S NEWSPAPER.

I have always loved justice, and have a very strong sense of patriotism. I was attacked by a terrorist cell while I was stationed in what was Bhutan. I led my squad out alive, except for our EOD man. He sacrificed himself for the rest of us, and was later recognised with the Medal of Honor.

Ugh! A sink full of dirty dishes. Hours of bending, scrubbing pots, and hearing the chef yell “We need more cups, we need more plates!” Leftover food running down the plates, as I pre-wash with warm water. Food sticking onto my hands and the feeling of hot heat circling the air is unspeakable. Working as a dishwasher in a restaurant was my worst job on the account of my working condition, working for inconsistent number of hours, and the pay only being minimum wage.

While some people around me flourish in their athletics, others succeed in their schoolwork. Personally, my most outstanding strength stands as my work ethic. When certain activities do not come naturally for me, I work as hard as possible to get better at them. Multiple instances of this have occurred over the past few years. For example, this year I participated in lacrosse for the first time. I usually spent my time playing soccer, but after a concussion that prevented me from playing again, I decided to give something else a a try. Going into a new sport like lacrosse was initially difficult for me. I had no idea how to play, everyone else had far more advanced skills than I did, and my confidence level started to deflate. My mom

Hi there, I hope you’re doing well. As you may have noticed I haven’t been in class lately. You may also have noticed that my work ethic is getting sloppier by the day and that I’m performing poorly in class. This is because I haven’t been in a very good place emotionally lately. In fact I haven’t been, for a long time. But this past month or two, things have become unmanageable for me. I have seeked professional help, unfortunately, things does not seem to be getting better, anytime soon. I know I should’ve let you know about this sooner, but I was scared and embarrassed to admit that I am not in a good place. I also know, that I should be telling you this in person but I don’t know how. So, instead I’m sending this email to you and to all

Most people would describe me as quiet and laid-back. I would agree with this statement. However, what people don’t see is what goes on behind the scenes. As a result, I believe that my work ethic is what goes unnoticed in my life. During the first half of high school, I was very self-conscious of my physical health. I would always finish last and tire out first during gym class, and was generally unhappy about my appearance. Many of my friends, who were in sports, questioned why I wasn’t on any of the sports teams. The embarrassing truth was that I was just too out of shape and unathletic. I let a lot of this go to my head, and I started feeling ashamed of myself; sort of an odd feeling considering fitness was never a priority in my life.

First I just want to point out the obvious and say that you have an enormous heart. It must be so hard for you meeting these inmates and seeing their potential and most times seeing them revert to their old ways. I think that has to be the most painful part of it all. I know your supervisor once told you “our mission can’t be affected by individual successes or failures.”- Alice Layton. Which is what kept you going. It’s true, but it doesn’t take the sad disappointing feelings away. It’s amazing what you do, but it’s also very hard emotionally. For that I salute you. I love how invested you truly are. That fact that they feel comfortable enough to speak to you about the crimes they have committed is insane. That just goes to show how committed you are to helping them better themselves. In addition to

We Three Kings Daycare was the venue in which I chose to complete my field work. Luckily for me, my mom is one of the employees and so gaining access, setting up a theme, date, and time was one of the easier aspects of this project. The group, my mom, is typically responsible for ranges from 8-11 children ages six through eight. Due to the slightly older age group I was working with. I forego beginning with a song partly because I could not find anything relatable to my theme, and also because I planned on doing my story time after they had come in from playing outside. I figured outdoor play would be enough exertion to keep the jitters at bay. Gathering everyone in a circle, I introduced myself and had everyone go around and tell me their

Hello Andrew! Thank you for your service, Marine! What influenced you to choose Infantryman as your MOS? It’s great that you’re taking steps to improve your skills to be an asset in your business. What type of business do you have?

I would be an outstanding student in Spelman College's faculty classes because I am hard worker. My work has always came first even when I had experienced a big transition in my life I didn't allow that to stop me from doing my work. My work was always a outlet for me to express myself and to show my teachers how I really think. For instance, in my English Composition Class we read a poem called "I Want A Wife by Judy Brady" then we read a book named "Fences by August Wilson", and one day we were in class discussing the poem in the book and it shocked my teacher when I made the connection between the two. I thought my teacher made us read "I want a wife" because in the book "Fences" the main character named Troy expected everything in that

I fell onto the couch with almost a groan of both pain and exhaustion. At this moment, I wanted nothing more than to melt into the couch, become one with the furniture in my shitty apartment, and never have to face humanity again.

As I worked there longer I met someone who suddenly assumed we were best buds. He would constantly want to hang out at work, but he was one of those take it too far people. In this job we worked with box cutters and would play around with his like a real knife thinking it was funny. One day I had enough and this guy and he said something that just made me want to knock him out. That little cricket on my shoulder always told me don’t do it man. You need this job more than his face needs your fist and thank goodness I was able to walk away.