Personal Narrative: Kids Inc.

Being the new kid, in a school where it is easy to be another face in the crowd, is hard. During my first few years of high school, I didn't attend converse as I have nearly my entire life. I was enrolled in Parkway, a school in Bossier. The school was so much bigger than what I was used to and I felt overwhelmed. I was lost as to where to go the first two weeks since each class was on a different floor and hallway. My classes were so difficult, too! I was used to testing high scores, with little to no effort. There, was another story. I was average. In my honor classes, I was so behind on what I needed to know, and the teachers were going a mile per minute. Their tone of voice could make you feel stupid for even asking a single question on a difficult problem. I didn't necessarily dislike any of them, but I did have my favorite teacher.

My virtual family consists my partner and a daughter, Nameste Denell (Manis, 2014). The transition from being a couple to being a triad was a bumpy one (Manis, 2014). My partner and I have had some obstacles most of which had to do with money (Manis, 2014). We even contemplated divorce shortly after Nameste Denell was born (Manis, 2014). My partner worked full-time outside the home and I was a stay-at-home mom (Manis, 2014). Nameste Denell was three when Jasmine Leann came along (Manis, 2014). She looked forward to helping and playing with her baby sister (Manis, 2014). Soon after Jasmine Leann was born my partner and I saved enough money to move from our neighborhood, which was becoming overrun by crime (Manis, 2014). We bought

I had planned on being a base and trying out as a base. One day Coach Ridenhour, the coach for the VJ cheer squad, asked if anyone wanted to try to be a flyer. I thought it might be fun to try, so I said that I would be interested. She put me in a stunt as a flyer, I was a little nervous because I had never done it before. As I was going up my heart started pounding in my chest, my fists clenched up, so many thoughts were going through my brain all at once. I thought I was going to fall, but before I knew it I was up and stable in the stunt! I could not believe I had got up there and did not fall. We tried it a few more times and each time I hit the stunt.

I gave birth to a baby girl named Stella (Manis, 2008). My boyfriend picked her name when I started the simulation, and I thought it was a good choice. Stella had a normal birth, which took about 10 hours. I gave birth naturally with my partner by my side. Stella and I bonded hormonally after about a week, though I chose not to breastfeed her. During her first weeks, Stella mostly slept. When she was awake, I took time to sing to her and rock her, as well as talking and playing her music. She had some trouble with feeding at the start, but after a while she began to enjoy mealtimes. Because my partner worked during the week, we would use disposable diapers during that time and cloth diapers on weekends. The parenting

I took a seat at a wooden table to wait my turn because there was no way I was going to climb up the high ropes first. I watched the first girl climb up and supinely traverse across the course. If she could do it, I could do it,

We were waiting in line, I was so scared. Dad said, “Go on the ride it will be fun.” Finally it was our turn when we got on the ride we started going up.¨Are you ready?¨”Dad said. I was not feeling great about doing this. When we hit the top we went straight down everyone was screaming. I was so scared but relieved I did it. The rest of the ride

So I thought to myself, I am going to do what I thought was the impossible. So as I heard the cars pull up I thought this would be a great day to do it my parents would be too busy with the guest and I could practice. As I changed into my play clothes I noticed that there was no one on the trampoline so off I went and started to do my handstands to strengthen my arms. As my arms got stronger is starting to do my front walk over. If you don’t know what that

The jump spot was a gap in the bridge that was marked by bright neon pink and white spray paint. I saw multiple names written in black sharpie in the white painted area of the jump spot. I felt a great relief to see my older sister's name written there because I knew that if she didn't break every bone in her body and die, I wouldn't either. I enjoyed the slight moment of relief, but all of the anxiety came rushing back in when I saw a line begin to form. I knew that there was no more procrastinating, because I was now in the line to jump. I was so terrified, I recall my eyes tearing up at one point. I genuinely did not want to jump, but I knew if I did not jump off the bridge I would look like a “sissy.” Slightly ashamed of myself for giving into peer pressure, I patiently yet extremely anxiously waited for my turn to jump. I watched my friends jump with complete and utter ease. They acted like it was a simple leap from a diving board. I discreetly watched as person after person took the leap. I was watching to see if there was any technique for jumping, or if it was just a thoughtless action. The line was dissipating and I did not know if I would be able to pull myself together to jump. Worried about the embarrassment to follow if I did not jump, I just prayed that everything would be okay. I was next to jump and I had come to the realization that I was not getting out of it. I

Answer: Theodore Finch made me come back over the railing that day, he was up there trying the jump too and he pulled me back over. Once we came down everyone at school thought that I saved Finch, but really he saved me.

I cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with

On Friday, March 4 around 2:15pm my friend Iris and I decided to drive around to look for a park with children interacting to start our observations. We visited around six parks that varied on their components and locations but had no luck of three children interacting with each other. Most of the them were empty and the few other ones had a few children interacting more with parents or by themselves than with other children. At this point we reasoned that children must be in school causing the parks to be empty.

Supposed I was to actually manage “The Children Are Our Future,” I would need to put the skills I have now that would help me in the Human Services profession to use, but I would also need to develop more skills. The set of skills I have now that would help me manage the created program from earlier in this essay, is that I am a very good observer. In this field of work being a good observer is very important because children will tell you something but their body language will say otherwise, so you would have to pay attention to what they say and how they react when they say certain things. Another skill I have is that I am very empathetic, and dealing with children who will most likely been through a lot, I will have to use that ability to

I am a first generation child to have been born in my family, the first generation who is about to graduate high school and the first generation to go to a college and succeed in life.

Once we get there I go straight for the monkey bars. They were fun but i learned this really cool trick (I was only 7 so give me a break), I hang off the side of the slide and jump off (once again I know it was a dumb idea but I was a dumb kid). I go try the trick.

I had climbed on the roof of the garage, it wasn't very high off the ground, but high enough that I was level with a few power lines. I watched my friend jump off, flipping in the air and landing on the trampoline. Now it was my turn. If only I knew how badly I was about to mess up.