Personal Narrative: Memoir: Moving Day Cares

When I was just 4 years old I went to Funtastik Preschool and Daycare. I went there for an entire year. It was a very fun school. Usually in the mornings I would get dropped off with all the other kids and all the kids would get to play inside with toys. Then we would have breakfast. After breakfast we went outside and played on the playground. After the playground we went inside to have a nap. Most of the time after a nap we would go and watch a movie on the carpet. Then we would go outside once again. At the end of the day we would go back on the carpet and watch another movie and wait for our parents to arrive to pick us up.

Little by little, children finish their meals and get ready for naptime. The children dump the remainder of their milk in the same sink where they wash their hands. Slowly children go lie down on their own. One of the TSS’s turns off the lights on that side of the room. Kayla puts on a rest time cd and goes to start cleaning up the kitchen. I ask what kind of music is playing but Kayla is not sure. Alyssa gets blankets for any children who need them. Kayla tells her the children only get their blanket if they are settled down. Seeing the children start to fall asleep I get ready to leave. Saying goodbye to Kayla and Alyssa, thanking them for their time.

In August of 2008, I went to Eureka Community Nursery School. The very first day of school for me, now it would be as easy as counting to three.

I was fifteen years old when my mother invited me to help out with the local foster home. When I arrived at the foster home I began to cry in response to the young children that I saw. It was difficult for me to understand the children's emotions initially but throughout the day I learned the reason behind their joy. Most of the foster children were grateful for the little deeds that the volunteers performed for them because we showed that we cared about them. In all honesty many people take for granted the advantages they have for succeeding in life. The foster children that I've seen that day were limited because they did not have the physical and the emotional support of their families. I did not realized how blessed I was to have a loving

I woke up on the couch, screaming with tears running down my face. I tried to stop yelling, but I couldn’t. If I didn’t stop yelling Sebastian will wake up and then Lin and Vanessa will wake up and be furious with me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming from Lin and Vanessa’s room. Oh no, I woke one of them up, I quickly covered my mouth. I must look crazy, a teenage girl sitting on a couch disgustingly sobbing with her hand gripping her hand over her mouth tightly. The person who came out the Lin and V’s room was finally in front and I recognized the person as Vanessa. She sat next to me and swiftly encompassed me into a comforting cuddle position.

Burned bacon and eggs as thin as water, “worst breakfast mom makes better” Michael cried Mrs. Malison the foster “Mom” didn’t care though she slapped Michael and said “eat your food or you’ll sleep in the shed today.” Michael thought anything is better than his actual foster bedroom, its black, greasy walls, and rickety bed it was horrible. When Michael woke up from his nightmare of the first day at the foster home, when rubbing the sleep out of his eyes Michael walked down stairs to see Mrs. Malison shooting her AK- 47 at the bird nest and Mr. Malison laying on the coach drinking Bud Light and reading the newspaper from two weeks ago. Michael was now fourteen years old and was still being treated as a three year old, he wished he could leave this place for ever. When Michael was three years old his mom and Dad divorced and his Mom sent him to this foster home. The only thing he remembered that day was when his mom arrived at the foster home she

I'm currently doing my internship at Morning Site Adult Day Care Center. I choose to do my internship at this place because in the future I would like to work with the senior community. One of the things that is stressing me already in my place is the employees environment because most of them are not satisfied about their salaries, some of them are not happy with their duties. Also there is a conflict about the center policies between the the social workers and the director. Even more, the owners are always talking and worried about the fundings to keep running the business. As Rosa mention there is not enough help to support our seniors and that is something that stressess me out. How I will be handling it the situation is by not been part

This is probably by far the hardest course I have taken in the last two years, but I am proud to say I didn’t give up. There was a lot to be learned in a short amount of time as well as learning how to use other programs on the computer. I have gained more knowledge in learning the two new programs this semester.

Life is crazy and unpredictable, in 10 years I would love to see myself owning my own daycare. Opening up my own daycare has always been a dream of mine. I will be married to who I am engaged to now, my fiancé Alexander Wiertzema and I hope we have at least three children. With having this many children, I plan on being a stay-at-home mother and owning my own daycare business. We will buy at building in downtown Little Rock, Iowa and name the daycare center Teyha’s Tots. I would love for my daycare business to grow and have people work under me. There is only one other daycare center in Little Rock, so I know I won’t have much competition, there is a high demand for daycare in that town.

Walking nervously into my first day of working at Westfield Child Center was a defining moment that ultimately impacted my life in a way in which it would never go back to the way it once was. I can clearly remember it was a place filled with children’s excitement and staff who seemed to be a part of their own family. Everyone was extremely friendly and greeted me with open arms, however, it still did not diminish my feeling of ostracism. Whenever anyone enters a new setting, it is normal to feel excluded immediately. These feelings are natural and expected due to the lack of knowledge we have on the people in general, how the facility itself is run, and learning our place to fit into their little community. As time progressed, I found this place to be very

My house was close to my elementary school, Lupin Hill. Sometimes I would walk(10) with my mom and sister to it up a very steep hill. Although we did have a “secret” pathway to the school that was shorter. There was also the park. I remember we always called it the Red Park. The Red Park was within walking distance(5) and where I would hang out with my friends often. On the last day of school, once, there was a water balloon fight with bright colourful balloons that would explode when they hit you.(9)

For this journal, I will be discussing my sister’s experience with childcare. For her two children, now ages 6 and 8, child care was a necessity as both she and their father work full time. After my nephew was born, my sister placed him in the daycare center available where she worked, and later when he started preschool, he spent half days at an in-home daycare ran by one of my sister’s best friends. After my niece was born, my sister started out using the in-home daycare, so both children would be at one place, but she later enrolled her at an early childhood center that also had a preschool for her to attend when she was ready.

Sunshine. Endless amounts of fun. Water. It was about that time again, summer! My favorite season, no school and my birthday was in it. This summer was especially great, my dad was coming home he was in the military and I hadn't seen him in eight months. It was about a regular summer day with my family, when my parents thought of heading down to the beach. I was thrilled this beach was one of my favorite places to go in the summer. It was not only just a beach but, it also had a large park with big blue swings, a tennis court, and large grass area for people to have picnics. And were the beach and the park split of there were tall ginormous rocks so people could watch the boats and ocean. I was so excited and on top of that my mom told me that

Jessica just moved out of her hometown to move to Florida. Her mother enrolled her to a local High School from where she lives. She was very excited to go because she wanted to make new friends and have a fresh start. She is very pretty and outgoing so she instantly made friends and had got the attention of almost all the football team. Katie the caption of the cheerleader did not like her because she thought Jessica was going to take her boyfriend. She told her friends to tweet about Jessica and say mean stuff about her so Jessica can move back. Her friends listen and told other people to say bad things about Jessica. People soon stopped hanging out with her and she was devastated. Everyday their will be people commenting and saying hurtful

“Sean, hop into the car! We need to go and fast!” My father said to me during the spring of 2005. I was at my daycare in the middle of Bismarck. My tiny three year old mind had no idea what was happening, but still I can remember it, clear as day. The look in my father’s eyes told me that something important had either happened or was just about to happen. Of course, I already had some idea of what was occurring. I had nearly nine months of a warning beforehand. This is the story of how I, as a three year old boy, was introduced to my sister.