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.”

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

“Don’t hurt us! Please! Don’t hurt us!” (Pauses) And you know what that sick bastard done? Killed ‘em anyway! (Pauses) You’d think I’d a known, wouldn’t you? I mean, I once knew that guy like the back of my hand. Thought a’ knew everything, every thought that ran through ‘is head. (Pauses) How wrong I

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

When I was 20 months old my partner in crime was born. Kensey Kaitlyn McKee was born March 7, 2002, and little did I know my life would be changed forever. I was not an only child anymore I now had a little sister who needed all the attention. Once Kensey was old enough to walk and talk that’s when we really started to have fun. We once got in trouble for wiping diaper rash cream all over our walls and mirrors, it was a disaster but I’m sure we were having the time of our lives. Another time we put our new kitten in a cooler in 100 degree weather for hours, and then finally one of us remembered where we had put her luckily the cat was just fine. We always had so much fun. I feel so bad for my parents at one point they had two toddler

The following months a winter, cold and gloomy, surrounded the house. My grandmother came to stay with us since my father had fallen into depression and needed help taking care of my sister and I. When my grandmother went grocery shopping my sister would struggle with homework without my grandmother’s help. One day when my grandmother left to go grocery shopping my sister approached me, which was unusual of her since its very rare for her to come to me. Her dark brown hair and big eyes reminded me of my self when I was younger. “I’m hungry” she complained, a question she’s never asked me. My father sleeping and my grandmother away, I was the only one left to take care of her and that terrified me. I had never cared for or known how to care for someone else. All I knew was how to evaluate whether or not someone was caring for another correctly.

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.

I grew up in California where both of my parents were involved with gangs and drugs by the time they were in middle school. They grew up like this, getting involved with the wrong people, getting into fights for dumb reasons, even getting in trouble with the authorities. Of course, that was normal for them because they were surrounded by it through friends and family. They continued to live that life style even when they met each other at the ages of 18 and 23. They didn't like each other at first, but they eventually started dating. My mom ended up getting pregnant later that year and tried to take a break from all of it, but my dad didn't stop and that caused some tension and arguing between them.

I have not been keeping up with the time between journal entries. I have a lot on my plate and right now and quite frankly don’t have time for something as tedious as that. Lexie found her real parents, her father is dead and her mother is a convicted murdered who tried to kill her. Lexie thinks she’s a monster now, because her biological mother was a murder and was insane, she now thinks she is insane. If she’s insane what does that make me? My father tried to convince us we needed to go into the ground for fifteen years for no apparent reason, he has to be insane so does that make me insane? I really hope not. Mom has suggested that Lexie, Eddy, Tony, and I go visit our old house in Seattle for

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.

Ellie and I lay in our beds, neither one of us knew what to say. In the other room, our host parents were arguing. We didn’t know what about, but we knew it was serious. Then we heard a “THWACK” followed by silence. Ellie and I sat up in our beds and looked at each other, I could tell she was as scared as I was. “Was that? Did he just?” she asked me. Then the arguing started back up again. We calmed back down until we heard it again. “THWACK” We knew then, the noise we heard, was him beating her. We got up, our hearts racing; neither of us knew what to do. We got our nerves together to go get help. When we opened the door to our room we saw the children sitting on the couch crying out for their mother. I could see the fear in their face and I knew something needed to change.

There is where it all started. I would be getting invite to a major soccer tournament in Georgia. Where there were scouts for some of the biggest clubs in United States. Thousands of people came there to see amazing talent. It was my first biggest opportunity that I received in years of playing in a local league. I had finally made to where I always to be at.

Everytime he touched me, it felt like he was touching every nerve on my body, like he had sent lightning all over my body.