Personal Narrative: Journal Entry

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.”

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

Thank you for talking to me on phone this morning. I would like to work with Ryan so that I can learn from him a lot. Through my working experience in medical industry, I will be able to contribute to his project.

Monday- For my workout I did back and biceps. I started warming up by down 4 sets of pull ups ranging from 10 to 15 reps. Next, I did 4 sets of dumbbell rows followed by 5 sets of lat pull downs. I then did 4 different exercises for biceps which were dumbbell curls, barbell curls, and preacher curl and then finished with the curl machine. I did 4 sets of each exercise. For my breakfast I ate a croissant egg and ham sandwich. For lunch I had my protein shake with a banana and peanuts. For my dinner I had rice, cottage cheese and a chicken quesadilla.

When my dad came home that evening he sat me down and asked me if I knew what cancer was. I had an idea so I just nodded my head, he went on to tried to explain to me how bad the cancer was that my mom had been diagnosed with. Seeing my dad so afraid scared me. The fear I felt then led me to realize that I needed to try and hide it because it would only hurt my dad more to see his children so upset. I did my best to help, I tucked my little sisters into bed while my mom was away at the hospital, read them stories and did the best I could at preparing snacks to comfort them. After my mom arrived home and she recovered from the surgery she started chemotherapy. The miserable treatment that attacks the cancer also makes her very ill. Every other week she was sick. Before every bad week I wanted to cry, but that wouldn’t help anyone. Lane and Kenna already were crying, if I cried it could only hurt my parents

My mother screaming when she realised she could no longer touch me. My father screaming when he realised what I’d done to my mother. My parents screaming when they’d lock me in my room.

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

I was next up. I was freaking out, trying to calm down and stay warm. I was taking deep breaths. One of my coaches gave me a pep talk and some encouragement. I moved up to the starting gate, putting my poles in the holders and getting ready. I could see the other racer in front of me quickly getting down the hill like a bullet. In my mind, I was saying, “Don't think about anything else, just clear your mind. You got this. Go hard. Go strong.” I was standing at the top of the hill looking down at the icy slope, getting ready to blast off.

What is wrong with my head?? I feel like I’m losing my mind. I had finally gotten over the mirror incident and called myself down so I had simply decided to go into the living room, lie down, and try to keep my mind off of it. Well I had fallen asleep, this isn’t what I wanted. It didn’t take me long to have my internal clock wake me up, but honestly I wish I could’ve remained unconscious. My eyes slowly opened, it felt like someone pulling open large heavy iron gates, why was it so difficult? Looking around the living room, and the couch I was lying down on, I felt uncomfortable, so I tried to move at least a little, to make myself more comfortable.

Did the journal changed my life or the way I lived it, not particularly. Before this project started I would write almost every night anyway, not necessarily in a journal because I prefer typing to writing as it feels less permanent and certainly more changeable but the journal I used for the project was my actual one, with entries in it long before the project was assigned. Carrying the book around your neck was a bit overkill, but I have always carried a notebook with me. Over the summer I went to Philly almost every day and I filled up about 3 notebooks full of random thoughts because everyday on the train I would have to wait 20 minutes to get to my stop at 12th 13th and locust so I could go to work and during that time I didn't really have much

It’s week 4, you’ve survived a whole month and you’re halfway done! I’m quite excited to see you in all your Airmen’s attire, especially the all weather coat. I’ve always found those rather spiffy, shush your face. Also your girl has lost 16ibs in 4 weeks. No I’m not dying, chill. I’m healthy as a horse so you can simmer down worrywart.

Lets be honest here, I had no freaking clue what to write about. I can’t remember how many times this essay has changed. In the end, I thought I was happy with it, however, I am here editing it again. I can never tell it in a way that I am happy with it. Death is no happy subject though, and the events leading up to it is particularly dark. Let’s try this again, from the top!

Throughout life we seek and yearn for knowledge in hopes of gaining greater perceptive on life. We do this in three ways: reading texts, listening to mentors, and self-discovery. They require each other to work most effectively, but can be done independently of each other with varying results. We have all used these “three ways” to learn new skills, and ultimately open our minds to novel ideas. I reached new mental and physical heights trying to learn the front handspring and front flip over the summer.

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

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.