Personal Narrative: Maria ! Maria Where Are You?

On the night of December 19th, 2003, a baby is born. Her mom’s a social worker, her dad’s a nephrologist, and she has one older sister. Her name is Sophia Galoustian, although later she will wish to be called Sophie. After two years of living in Maine, the family moves to California, where Sophie will grow up.I am Sophia Galoustian, and this is part of who I am.

Last year, 2016, scaled to my first tournament that would be played at Marista. I would not

We flew down the bumpy trails with dust in our face. Maria took Rachel and I four-wheeling with some friends. It was two o’clock in the morning and my mom didn't know where we were. Maria Tormanen is my older sister. Maria has a positive influence on me because she is always pushing me out of my comfort zone. She supports me in what i do and she goes after her dreams, I admire that.

Mrs. Sofia is a 46-year-old Hispanic female. Mrs. Sofia moved to the United States six months ago from the Dominican Republic. She moved with her family to Connecticut to better their lives and for greater job opportunities. Mrs. Sofia works at the local high school as a housekeeper. Mrs. Sofia is happily married with two daughters, one son, and she lives with her parents. Mrs. Sofia is very close with her family. Mrs. Sofia stated, “My family is the biggest part of my life and support system”. Mrs. Sofia’s primary language is Spanish, but can speak some English. Mrs. Sofia and her family believe in folk remedies in times of illness. In time of sickness, she uses herbs to help cure the illness. Since Mrs. Sofia is a immigrant from the Dominican Republic she was not able to receive the same type of health care that a typical American would have.

Hi Maralice, I am sorry to have to connect with you for my personal reasons. For the last 11.5 months I have been asking everyone that I have as a connection to please have my check delivered to me before 2:30 pm simply because I am typically here at 5 am and on Fridays it takes me hours to get home if I do not beat the initial heavy traffic wave. I am disappointed that I have to ask over and over and it seems to fall on deaf ears! Please see what you can do to help me today and going forward. I am unsure whether to sit and wait or leave but it is not the best scenario for me even today.

When I was little, I didn’t know I could see paranormals. I didn’t know they existed. I was in a foster care system. One day, I wanted to go to the library. I walked through the cemetery and saw a guy sitting on the gravestone. I looked at him and saw right through him. I got so scared. Paranormals have normal people skin but underneath they are ugly. I see them for who they are underneath their skin. The ICPA uses me to bag and tag these paranormals now. Nobody else can see these monsters, so I taze them and put a tracker on their ankle and read them their rights, They need to be in ICPA custody so they don’t hurt anybody. Vamps suck people’s blood and Zombies eat people and hags eat little kids and werewolfs howl and the moon and attack people.

Many years ago in a little village there lived a beautiful girl named Maria. People said she was the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Maria thought she was better than everyone else because she was so beautiful. As Maria grew older, her beauty and her pride increased. When she became a woman, she would not even look at the men from her village. She thought they weren't good enough for her. Maria wanted to marry the most handsome man in the world, a man that was good enough for her. One day, a man visited Maria’s village. He seemed to be just the one Maria had dreamed of. He was a dashing, handsome young rancher, the son of a wealthy rancher from the southern plains. Maria instantly knew - he was the man for her! She knew just how to win his attention. Whenever the rancher came for

I pull out his stomach, cutting his throat and several veins at the same time, causing blood to gush out and cover me head to toe in the velvet red liquid effectively soaking me with the stuff. I cut the rectem in half and do the same to the base of his bladder; freeing the rest of the innards all the while; taking one last swipe at the man's breast done cutting it in half. I move out of the spray and take the towel offered to me by somebody, it wasn’t a guard, their hands are way too small; like those of a small child's. After wiping my face clear of blood I look to see five year old Katie; Margrits’ youngest child; why is she here? Did Margrit want Katie traumatized for the rest of her life? And why in the living hell did the guards allow her up here? I don't have time to question it at the moment; however I do cover her with my cloak so that she doesn't have to see anything more. Turning to face Alfs’ back I reach around his chest, force my fingers between the two halves of the beast bone, and one swift movement I thrust them apart braking all of his ribs exposing his lungs and heart to the air. The man dies in

“GET OUT!” “ABBY GET OUT!” “KEREN!” “KEREN WHERE ARE YOU?” were the first few phrases I heard when I gained consciousness that night.

“Attention all patrons in the mall, there is a tornado only a few miles away. We need the mall to be evacuated before the tornado reaches. We recommend finding a safe underground cellar where the tornado will not reach you.” Says a calm voice. I scramble back to our hole hoping to find mom there. She wasn’t there. Breathing in and out, I try not to worry too much. I’ll find her.

07/28/15: Today, I completed my scheduled visit with Maria and Monica in the park. I check in with Maria to see if she followed through with her plans to go to OSH and get assistance finding a shelter. Maria said that she did not go to OSH and instead she has decided to stay home with her husband and work things out. I provided Maria with a handout from the Parents as Teachers curriculum that focused on control in relationships. I talked with her about finding a trusted person to talk to if she is being abused or is worried that abuse will occur; I also provided her with the number for the domestic violence hotline. Maria informed me that she was diagnosed with depression in the past and that she has spent some time in the hospital for attempting

You've made great points about the racism that exists in contemporary society. It's true that people of color don't have access to the same resources that Caucasians do, which is awful. Ultimately, we're undermining the ability that people of color have when it comes to being successful—people of color have as much potential as everyone else because we are all human beings.

It was early one summer afternoon, shortly after lunchtime, when I heard my mom scramble towards the door. There was little noise, besides her loud stomps and faint cries through the drywall. The wind whistled faintly through my slightly open windows. Suddenly, the air conditioning kicked in startling me. It sounded as if it was a faint boat in the distance. I could make out the sound of the air conditioning through my vents. My brother’s television powered on, as well as my dad’s. They whispered silently through the insulation. Eventually, it all turned off and once again there was my mom’s loud stomps and faint cries.

“Of course, I’ll be fine. I can always call Jerry if I need anything,” Margaret said, confident that she would be okay. One night while sleeping the sound of glass breaking awakened her. “What was that?” She asked, and listened she didn’t hear anything else. “You must have been dreaming, go back to sleep,” she whispered, turned over and pulled the blanket over her head. The sounds of footsteps coming down the

It was one great adventure as we shielded ourselves from the rain and ran to the old store near the bay. We rushed inside and placed ourselves near the flaming orange fire. Nobody seemed to be inside of the small store, so we decided to stay until the end of this massive, bold hurricane. As soon as it had started it had ended, the coldness of the air was replaced by the warmth of the sun. We walked outside and headed back on the trail to our old, comfy hut. Riviera, Susan, Michael, Mama and I had just survived a hurricane and we were glad. We were so glad, grateful, and happy that we had made some new family members and that we had fought together as a family against the hurricane. I knew I didn’t have the best shelter, or resources that I needed, however I had the best family in the world. All you need is a little bit of friendship.