Personal Narrative: Mrs. Symans

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

Finally I have escaped. I was critical about escaping at first but now I know that it was the right choice to make. I escaped with Mary Ingles, a fellow captive. We escaped while on an expedition to find salt away from the village. Mary says we are going home, but I have no home anymore. I was the only survivor of the raid. However, Mary is a kind person and says that I could live with her family. Poor Mary she has had even worse than me she has lost all her children to the Shawnee. I feel very fortunate that I survived my captivity at all. Some of our fellow captives were even burned alive by the indians. I am lucky that I gained their respect by running the gauntlet. Mary and I escaped because they let us go out into the woods to forage

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

Waking up and realizing that today was the day, my body got packed with nerves, still wondering how my mom even got me on the show and why they wanted me. While I was putting on my clothes, I was trying to look professional, but looking back I would have chosen something different. I was wearing some boot cut jeans, a shirt with a purple cross that had a shawl connected to it, some ugly sneakers, and my hair was straightened. It was dark and chilly December morning, and myself and my parents took the 30 minute drive to the TV station. When my parents and I arrived we had to be checked in by security, as they were told to expect my arrival, for the early morning weather segment. I felt that I was going to pee my pants, but I was also excited. My mom was making me more nervous, “You

“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.

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.

6th Grade: Mrs. McEversons. Moving up to sixth grade was really scary. Actually, not that scary, but it's a whole new school, new friends, and new, well, pretty much EVERYTHING, except for a few of my old friends.

The person I have chosen to do my essay on is Mrs. Gardner. Mrs. Gardner is my advisory teacher. When I first started school here at Potosi High School, I had a very difficult time adjusting to this new place. I had come fresh out of a homeschooling program and before that, I attended a small private school. I was scared that I wouldn't do well in this school. I was especially nervous about grade checks. I've always been a good student and made good grades, but I was worried that the stress of switching schools would get to me and I'd struggle. Mrs. Gardner has been encouraging and empathetic to me since day one. She has reminded me not to worry so much and that as long as I'm doing my best, that's all that matters. She has taught me

I was born in the Dominican Republic my parents named me Maria Esther, with many associate to be spanish but the true is originated from Hebrew. I'm 22 years old and too mature for my age. I'm the older of five kids, between my baby sister are 7 years apart, with made me to be responsible and not able to feel classes or choose to do wild and crazy things . growing up my family movie five time alway in urban area. My siblings and I grow up with many friends in different places. My sister and I attend private school until our 8 and 7 years old we started at the age of 2. I grow up in a catholic family, but I always was to curious at early age I started studying others religion what lead me to change my religion domination. My skin color is light brown. When people see me for

I’m Sarah Stutzman and this is the story of my life. I am twelve years old, and quite tall. I’ve lived in Indiana my whole life, so I am blessed enough to experience the season changes. In addition to viewing all the season changes, me and my family visit new places on vacation as much as possible. Artistic; a term that strongly represents me. I proudly enjoy painting nature, such as open fields, lakes, sunsets, fall, streams, and so forth. In the meantime, I transport my art supplies to a massive oak tree in the cattle field that overlooks the lake, and perch on the highest branch to paint the everlasting meadow. Ironically, art isn’t my only profession, I also participate in sports and clubs, such as 4H, basketball, track, volleyball,

Over the years I have encountered many road blocks, none of which I hadn’t been able to overcome. My freshman year I had been cut from the volleyball team after working so hard over the summer to improve my skills. I admit, I felt extremely put down by this turn of events but if that had never happened, I wouldn’t have found the sport I love more, cross country. On top of that, I received and application for National Honors Society last year, and I was ecstatic. However, when I didn’t quite make it in, there was a determination in me to find a way to better improve the skills required to qualify to be a part of this amazing group of people. Those events shaped my character deeply. I also had the amazing opportunity to go on a mission trip to

My History with Ms. Flowers is about a six year journey.She has helped me with so many problems and accomplishments that turned me into the person I am today. She taught me how to keep going even when I thought I didn't have the strength to do so. She also encouraged me to step outside of my ¨box¨. Her saying was ¨ Live life fearlessly¨, I have always been nervous to step out of my comfort zone. That, I can´t stay in there forever because i´m going to miss out on a lot that life has to offer me as an individual.

On August 28th, my mother chanted so loud that I could hear her from outside of the house and I ran as fast as a cheetah trying to catch its prey because, after all, it was my goal worth chasing. I read the letter calmly, then jumped up, and touched the ceiling. “We hereby announce that Eugenia Trakal has been selected to participate in the EVYS Concert Orchestra.” My tears fell to the ground, my dad picked me up, and threw as high as the sky. My family was vastly proud of me and, in my perspective, hard work really does pay off and the only way you succeed is to first feel confused but then start committing and striving for what you

In ninth grade, I was a math nerd, water polo jock, and robotics geek at the same time. As a result, I started looking down upon those who were not as well-rounded as I was. I maintained this superior frame of mind even after I moved to a more competitive school in 10th grade. Although I lost my standing as a water polo jock, I replaced that activity with concert band. Despite playing in the fourth band the first year, I felt that I would move up a band or two by the next audition, eventually reaching the top of the band hierarchy. But three months after my

I have really high expectations for myself and what I am capable of this fall at Mount Olive College. I have very high goals for myself and have revised what I believe to be a well guided plan to achieve them. I feel eager and excited to unleash my mind, thoughts and the power of my determination. I know that it’s going to be a lot of hard work and its going to take a lot of time. Also, with that comes the bittersweet of sacrifice, of parts of my life that I am going to have to change in order to succeed. But my grandfather has always told me “anything worth having is worth working hard for.” I am my biggest critic and supporter all in one. I know that the only person that can stop me from doing what I came to do is me. No one else has the