Personal Narrative: Moving Away From Work

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

”Yes, I think that it would be in our best interest after what with your father.”

I get down on all fours and relax my whole body, my bones begin to crack. Unlike most wolves, where it stops hurting awhile after your first shift. Mine shift didn't. It still hurts even though it has been six years (No. Our cloths they don't rip, and no. Don't ask me where they go)

I have been working like a machine for the past seven days. I have been getting up at the crack of dawn every morning and getting our oxen ready to go. I try as best I can to help with breakfast so that Mrs. right doesn't have to take care of us that much. After that I wake the children up, we all eat breakfast, and head on our way. When the sun is high in the sky we stop for lunch. Lunch is most likely a sandwich and a small drink of water, then once again, we pack up, and then continue going. A few hours before the sun is about to set, we set up camp. All of the women start making a big dinner, all of the men round up the animals and put them in the circle of wagons, and the children play for a little while. Once that is done we all

“This is a great experience, you’ll make so many new friends!” my parents told me excitedly

As I worked there longer I met someone who suddenly assumed we were best buds. He would constantly want to hang out at work, but he was one of those take it too far people. In this job we worked with box cutters and would play around with his like a real knife thinking it was funny. One day I had enough and this guy and he said something that just made me want to knock him out. That little cricket on my shoulder always told me don’t do it man. You need this job more than his face needs your fist and thank goodness I was able to walk away.

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So, imagine a stocky six foot black man who had a shiny bold head. Alright, now make that same man a veteran and a drill sergeant. Now give that man a raspy voice and an almost permanently

I worked at a Starbucks in the mornings and did my intern work in the afternoons/evenings. It was a good system, though sometimes it would be a little close when I went overtime in the mornings. I still made it to “second work” on time (usually), which was good, since it was the whole reason I was in Cali. I was pretty busy for most of the day, but that was good, because I like to keep busy. I knew that if I wasn’t working I would probably be at home doing nothing, so my schedule was fine.

In this project Ms. Steuart assigned a project where the class was able to pick a career, house, and a car that best fitted them. We were required to buy a house and a car that we could afford with the income of our job. The house was to be at least $200,000 or more, but with the job that I got there was some complications. We were able to choose any car we wanted, but it had to be brand new.

As my mother entered the house after being gone all day, I could see it in her face, she had bad news. She wipes a tear and says, “We won’t be able to stay here any longer.” At first I understood this as her telling us we would have to move once again, another house, same city, no big deal. I had grown to be used to this kind of news. I was correct in the sense that we were moving, but this move would not be like the previous moves we had made. My mother then went on to explain that we would have to move in with my grandma who lived in Erie, Illinois.

I have decided to reevaluate my plan because the strategies anticipated did not work due to school work, work, and taking care of the family. I planed to participate in physical activities five times a week over a duration of one hour and a half daily. Unfortunately, it was unrealistic knowing that my schedule was too constrained to follow the plan. Instead, I decided to reset my goal to workout three days a week for a period of forty minutes each day. I have changed the entire routine of my goal to make sure that I remain active. First, I froze my gym membership, second I ordered dancing video tapes since I like to dance to incorporate movements into my busy life, and lastly, for this week , I have been using YouTube videos as a form of

One of my goals was to be able to complete schoolwork on the nights after my work shift. So far I have been successful with that goal, I have been completing at least one assignment after each work shift even if that means staying up later than I need to be. I have not been able to get a week ahead in all of my assignments. As normal, life tends to aid in keeping my schedule unreliable. I have been very happy with my success in their class, there have been a few topic that I could not understand, but with some extra studying on these topic, I seem to have gotten a better understanding of it.

I drove my father to a Vietnamese auto-repair shop to ask for an estimate on his car repairs. The response was not one we expected and my dad didn’t have enough for the car replacements. “Dad, I’ve some savings from years back if you need it.” Despite my offer, my dad couldn't cover the rest of the cost and was forced to sell his car instead.

Even before my freshman year ended, it was pretty well accepted that I would graduate valedictorian of my “academically uninspired” class. I was one of the few students of promise, and my peers recognized that. I was quick to hear of how amazingly smart I was, or that I was the up-and-coming reincarnation of Einstein, or whatever humorous hyperbole they prepared for the day. I have nothing against that; it was cool to be recognized for something. However, that was it. Only rarely would anyone see past that, and their knowledge and opinion of me would simply stop at “the smart kid”.