Personal Narrative: Miss Montano

My subject is my aunt, Florence Lucey. She is a 65-year-old female, who identifies with her gender. She is a white, heterosexual, Catholic, Italian woman who has lived in Connecticut for her entire life. She currently lives in Weston, CT, in the home that she has lived in for the past 20 years. Florence has been married twice; she was widowed in 2003 and remarried in 2014. She has one sister, Donna, my mother, and 4 kids, all who are out of the house. I was able to gather my information over facetime and received real-time data coverage. I will be referring to my subject as Florence throughout this paper.

When most people hear my full name , “Joann Botani," they automatically assume I'm Italian, but truth is I am actually Middle Eastern. From what I know my dad does have a little Italian in his blood but the name “Botani” actually comes from a city in Turkey. I come from an upper-middle class house hold and I have two younger siblings, a brother and a sister. Being the oldest has its challenges because there is so much expected from me whether it is school, work or social life. I tend to think my younger siblings have it easier because I am the one who pushes the boundaries with my parents and because of that my siblings usually get to do what ever the want because it is not as extreme as what I do. It has always been easy for my younger sister because she is the “princess” of the house but I am my dad’s favorite while my brother is a momma’s boy. My family is very competitive when it comes to school and grades, my little brother and I were always duking it out

On 05/07/2018 at about 2255 hours, I was dispatched to 113 Frad Ave in reference to a battery that had occurred.

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

Jane Addams is the most wonderful person I know. We grew up together in Chicago. She was my neighbor and my friend. An amazing person to have the priviledge of knowing, me and Jane met under the worst circumstances. We had never spoke to one another until my family heard that her mother had passed away. Jane's father told my father the horrible news one night after we had just finished dinner. I remember looking at my mother and feeling so grateful that she was my mother. I hugged her a little tighter before bed that night. The next day I went over to Jane's house to express my sympathies for her loss. From that point on, we developed a friendship that could move the stars.

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.

As high school freshmen, most kids do not get very excited about walking into their College Preparatory Biology class, but I sure did! Everyday I looked forward to Mrs. Wilson's 3rd period biology lesson because she never disappointed. Mrs. Wilson was a special kind of teacher, she was the type to turn boring lectures into a captivating learning tale and had the gift of making tests enjoyable with her creative illustrations. Yes, you read that right, I enjoyed her tests. One day, Mrs. Wilson presented us with a demanding project; “Okay class, I am challenging you to create the BEST “Bunnimoose.” she announced. As we sat there with puzzled faces, she went further into explanation.

I come from a place of proud people and independence; a place of worn church houses and of tear stained Bibles. I come from a place of shackles and chains made of coal that held my people in slavery and subjugation; a place of used needles and broken hearts. I come from Appalachia, and I will be heard. My roots run deep within me connecting me to the mountains where I was born. In my times of trials and tribulations. I look back to my roots and the people who worked so hard to get me to where I am. I find hope In those memories, they give me the strength to persevere and work towards my goals.

Hi could I please have an iced skinny cinnamon dolce latte with coconut milk please? My name is Courtney Travaglini, currently I'm in my cold home state of Maine. However you are about to learn is not my "home" anymore. My husband and I are stationed in North Carolina and have been there for the past two years. Thanks to Starbucks transfer program and love of the military I was able to transfer back to Maine during my husbands deployment.

1.There’s no way for her to escape 2.Her hands and feet are tied behind a chair. 3.Shes in the woods, in a cabin. 4.There is a light bulb hanging on the ceiling 5.With a string that can turn it on and off. 6.Her eyes are covered with a red bandana. 7.She can feel him walking toward her.

to me this describes a young woman, full of energy and foolishness, non conforming to her environment and appearing rebellious at best. Much of this reminds me of my life as a young woman full of dreams and hope, not worried about consequences. And not quite a woman yet.

I interviewed Mrs.Sanchez aka my mom about 9/11. She usually didn't like to talk about that type of personal stuff. Sometimes she just had bad memory or she just keeps her stuffed to herself, but this time she had made an exception. So I started of asking her some questions.”How old were you in september 11, 2011?” I asked Mrs.Sanchez. She had replied that she was about sixteen years old at that time. My mom back then used to live in a farm/ranch and helped my grandparents grow crops and raise the cattle. She had been doing her daily routine. Not so long after that my mom had told me that she had been riding the tractor back home. She said that my gram had something important to show her. When my mom had gotten home she seen what was on TV.

“Touch your toes, and touch the ceiling. Now sit down and play it right!” My piano teacher has me do this almost every week, and though the process brings me close to tears it has been known to work. Walking into Ms. Ladonna’s house is like walking into an all lavender Bath and Body Works. I have been taking piano from Ms. Ladonna for ten years and I still have to adjust to the overwhelming scent of lavender hand sanitizer. Ms. Ladonna sits on the left side of the piano in a brown wicker chair with a tall back, and I know it’s impossible but it seems like she’s been using the same blue pen to write my notes for years. Her glasses sit delicately on the edge of her nose and are connected to a silver chain that she wears around her pale neck. She is as full of joy as she is stories and she always has a lesson or a testimony to share. Sometimes I forget I’m even sitting at a piano when she begins to rattle off prayer requests or talks about worship. My family thinks I just go in and she

Melanie is so bubbly!! He smile is contagious and you can feel her loving aura give you a hug when she enters the room. I met her first when I was at the library and she was teaching a lesson on college essays. Her personality was engaging and her laughter was infectious. In a part of her powerpoint she was describing what she does and how she is a part of an organization called Playing For Others. While she was describing this you could tell how much love and passion she had for this organization. After the class I talked about how I had heard of PFO and how I was deciding if I should apply etc. Melanie really gave me my last push to leap for the application and expand my comfort zone. Now I see her at Playing For Others events and she always

Lucia is my 10 month old niece who resembles every single cute entity on this planet. Sometimes she looks like a chick, sometimes a puppy, and sometimes an angel. Most of the time she just looks like a perfect, chubby, mini human. Not only is her physical appearance sweet but her personality is enchanting and lively as well. She constantly makes adorable sounds and does silly things that bring smiles to the faces of the people around her.