Personal Narrative: Journal Entry

My writing experience started in high school. I was part of the high school yearbook. I was business editor as a freshman up to being the editor my senior year. I also participated on the newspaper staff. I had some experience in college, but I did not finish college. I then did not have any more experience until I started work as a leader at Nisco. I finally started college classes again.

At our previous class period, we had to go through a practice interview. I am happy and thankful that I did go through some interviews before in my life so I thought it was going to be a breeze, but I was mistakened. What I did noticed was this, “You will never know what you're going to be expecting at an interview.”

I was ten, the most terrifying event I had been through was riding the little dragon roller coaster at the fair, but that night changed it all. The fear that started in my head spread like wildfire to the rest of my body from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my toes. My heart was racing so fast that it could have beat Usain Bolt in a 100m dash. Stop, drop and roll, three steps that should have come naturally, but instead I froze, looked down at my yellow and black checkered flannel in complete terror, fearing for my life.

My earliest memories of being read to was when I was about four or five years old, my mom had read me princess books along with cat in the hat ones. She knew that in order for me to fall asleep, she had to read me a couple pages of the book I wanted. The earliest memory I have of writing was when I started Pre-K, there I began to learn how to write my name. Like most little kids, my handwriting wasn’t the best but It improved over time. I only remember the teacher would give us a worksheet full of colors and we had to learn how to write them out. In Pre-K the students were basically forced to take a nap, before that nap the teacher that I had read us maybe ten pages of a book. All of my memories were

that she had a male, Igor Gentsaryuk, in custody for DUI near the 3700 block of

Staring up at the dark ceiling, I lay on my bed, my body aching from yesterday’s fall. I really don’t want to move, my back hurting the most. My mind continues to wander back to the strange book. I was so close to maybe finding a way out of this place and now I’m not. All I had to do was just grab the book, but instead I dropped it.

Journal Entry 3: Six years ago, my oldest daughter was in severe pain, when I got off work I took her to the emergency room to see what was going on. After twelve hours the nice male nurse came in with a really concerned look on his face and gave me some breakfast vouchers to get her and I something to eat, I immediately knew something was not right. He sat me down and told me she had a large tumor growing in-between her hip bone, I broke down, because as soon as you here tumor, you think cancer. I drove straight to her doctor and to he what he suggested, he told me no one in Lumberton would take her so he gave me an appointment with Chapel hill with a doctor named DR. Esters. My husband and I were completely devastated, I had to call all our family and

The saying goes, “there are moments in life that can either make or break us.” There was a critical time in my life where that quote really came into play. While other regular fourteen-year-olds were worrying about school, clothes, etc.; I was facing a much more pressing matter. Fighting between the line of life and death with cancer.

My area of interest is business and finance. My area of interest developed when I was deciding which major to pursue in college. Upon looking up the most popular majors with broad career opportunities, I found business and computer management to be the one of the most popular majors. Since I am a person who loves having options, I decided that business and finance would be the major to go after. Upon my research on this major, most business graduates were placed in more rigorous courses at their respective colleges. These courses range from finance and economy I through V to business and management 101 to 500 depending on their respective colleges. Courses at GSMST, such as AP economy and rigorous writing

As I said in my first entry, I have had two moments in my life where I was filled with immense and glorious joy. My first, was the day I wed my Henry in the June of 1836 when I was at the ripe age of 18. He was always an honest and hardworking man and never was there a moment that I believed him to be a fop, a spendthrift, or miser, all of whom I was told to avoid as potential suitors. I, being a well educated and poised young woman back then, had many marriage offers, but Henry’s proposal was the only one I accepted. He was truly the perfect husband, and I fall into a melancholia when I realize that never again will I be in his presence until we meet again in God’s Kingdom.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to lose someone. How would you talk to them? What would you do without them? How would you feel without them.I have I lost my great grandma, and that was the day in my life that that changed everything. On this day I learned that life is way too short to even say one last word to that special person.

Children begin to learn about the world at around the age of seven and from that point on the children begins to shape themselves from their experience, teachers, and parents. Parent fills an important role in the growth of their child by shaping how they view the world and setting goals for them when they are unable to. It is very fortunate for a child like myself to have parents that care for me, teach me, and push me beyond my limits.

This is how she threatens me most times. You know what it is for someone who seems to be in charge to be threatening one like this. You should know how one supposed to feel when ones hard work is being threatened. Alisha, I am not saying this to weep up sympathy. I know my stuff. I am not boasting. I would please like you to check my past records in school, feedbacks from both my practicums and my preceptor before her. I believe the school should have these records. This is a wanton display of man’s inhumanity to her fellow human being. It was issues like this that made me to ask her one day if she was going to fail me, as the threats keep coming unabated and without any cause. I will not be far from the truth to think that my preceptor is

My heart was beating. Pounding right out of my chest. After, 5 tireless months of meticulous crafting and hundreds of hours of practice, it was finally the day to present our masterpiece. Every weekend spent at my friend's basement drafting scripts and painting backdrops. Every school day spent discussing new ideas for the play. Along with becoming insane about recyclable materials and art supplies, we grew as a family. We are a strong sisterhood that have laughed together and cried together, and together we are ready to show the world what we have accomplished.

Thank you for your email, you have a lot going on in your life. I am sorry I don’t have nearly as much to write about. I just have my everyday stuff going on. We have quite a bit of snow already, I hope that is not a sign of what we will get this winter, I am already sick of winter. I saw you also had some cold weather and snow in Europe.