Personal Narrative: Mrs. Jackson

Mary Jackson was an African American mathematician who worked for NASA as an aerospace engineer. She helped launch the space program and worked for women’s working rights. This is the story of the life of Mary Jackson.

Mary Jackson was born April 9, 1921, Hampton, Virginia, U.S.A. She was a math genius and an aerospace engineer. most importantly she was the first African American female engineer to work and be the first flight engineers for NASA.

her mother (narrator) saw her. Through her reverie, we feel the mother's pain that her

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

I spent my life imagining all the ways she loved me, what a perfect specimen of a mother she was. And all of it was lies. I had completely made her up”(251-251). Acting like a child, she vents out her anger by destroying items around her. Bearing the heavy burden of the murder of her beloved mother, and the truth of her abandonment she loathe herself and fell into deep despair.

“If, when you’re older, someone comes knocking on your door asking you some heated questions that you’re not sure how to answer, just stop and say “I want an attorney” and they’ll have to provide you with one as a basic right,” she stressed.

Pacing back and forth, legend constantly checked her watch, feeling like she had been waiting for hours. When it only had been five minutes, to say she was nervous was an understatement.

I have had many great mentors that have stood out in my life thus far, but I have one lady that really stands out. Her name is Tina; I know her better as Ms. Hicks. She is a kindergarten teacher and Glee Club director at the middle school I attended. I came to know her really well when I joined the Glee Club my sixth grade year. She is so selfless and always puts others before herself. I just began watching her one day and realized that I wanted to be just like her. I began to volunteer in her classroom the last period of the day because I want to be an elementary school teacher as well. I decided why not learn form the best. Throughout the year, I learned so much from her. She taught me that students can learn and have fun while they

Mary Winston Jackson was born on April 9, 1921, in Hampton, Virginia. Her parents are

It was the year 1922 and life hadn’t been this good in a while, times had taken a big change for the best. In Manhattan, New York, there were extravagant parties every weekend; the whole city shows up and doesn't leave until they see the sun. There was once this wealthy family living right in the middle of the roaring twenties. There was a mom, a dad, an older sister named Alice, and a younger sister named Anna. Alice loved to go to all of the huge parties, meet new people, and not come home until the morning. Every time Alice would get ready to go out for the night, Anna would watch her get ready as if she was picturing that was herself. Anna looked up at her sister and wanted to do everything she did. Alice had been talking about this party for a long time, and the night

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.

As part of the greater push at that grade level to introduce kids to a greater depth of books, Mrs. Oak created a game that would award points based on the number and length of books that you read, with a prize being given to the winner at the end of every month (usually candy). Now being the clever nine year old brat that I was, I decided to game the system by quickly flipping through a great number of small children’s books every day. While this did put me ahead on points, I was completely avoiding the entire point of the game. So to Mrs. Oak’s great credit, she decided to limit the number of books I could check out of the school’s library to three per week. With my lead in the literary scoreboard slipping away, I checked out a book that

On a personal level, Ms. Davis, my theater teacher, helped me through one of the hardest moments of my life, losing a friend to suicide. She was a literal shoulder to cry on and her words of wisdom are ones that I will never forget. In the theater space, she helped me find my voice and my place as a human and as a director. I never would have gained the passion and drive for the arts if it wasn’t for her leadership and her willingness to allow me the opportunity to work as her assistant director.

Mrs. Jackson is having trouble paying for her heating bills and medication. Dr. Phillips had known Mrs. Jackson for many years. Dr. Phillips is having trouble coming up with a recommendation that can help improve Mrs. Jackson’s health without decreasing her comfort of living. In order to effectively analyze this case, we need to the age of the patients. If the patients are over the age of 65, Dr. Phillips can help enroll them in Medicare Part D which can decrease the cost of the medications. We also need to know whether or not they currently have insurance. If not, Dr. Phillips can help enroll them in Medicaid Insurance that aids low income

The weather beyond the walls of death changed almost as if it could sense the mood. Dripping down the windows, the rain began to pour, a slight ray of sunshine shone straight through and planted itself on my mother’s face. For that little moment, her smile lit up. So pure, so heartwarming, so gracious. It does not last long. I search her lifeless face for her once crystal blue eyes/ full of life. The sleepless nights and painful treatment begin to show as I study her eyes. Grey eyes, dark bags, pale skin. “I love you”. Those three words, repeating in my head. The shattering sirens of victory begin to play. This really was her end.