Personal Narrative: My Advisor

The Roman Empire was a significant player in the world scene during the rise of the Multi-Cultural Empires. Specifically, there were two Roman leaders, Augustus and Constantine the Great who had significant influences on the Empire. The Roman navy and the Mediterranean Sea played a significant role in Rome’s ability to expand its territory and power. Perhaps even more significant than any of its leaders or its expansion was their political structures and how they changed over time. Overall, the influence of Rome and its inhabitants are still felt today.

I had the privilege on attending a Supervisors Training for first time Supervisors, the Training was in New Mexico from February 20-24, 2017 and it consisted of avoiding Conflict and communicating with your Employees, I feel that it was insightful with understanding what supervisors go through and what to expect and understand situations that arise from co-workers to supervisor title. I was honored to be able to attend this training because since I have been with the Yakama Nation Tribe going on 7 years in Human Services field I have been an Employee and I wasn’t aware of occurances that supervisors face. I know and I understand that being a Supervisor is a different role and takes on a higher challenge and I have never been the one to back

My interaction with my supervisor was good. We discuss the case and I told her how I handled the session when my client became upset and walked out of the session. I felt like the client was not really to explore her past and accept her responsibility in order to resolve the problems in her current relationship. I felt like my client wanting to take her side in the session and agree with her and ignore her partner’s feelings. My client thought the problem in their relationship was because of her partner and she did not feel like she did anything wrong. My supervisor created an environment for me to process the case. Sometimes I feel better just talking about the case because after the session all I could think about was different ways I could

My college Advisor once told me “do not write a sad story remember, after you, there are 100 more students with a sadder story” and he is right. However, it is me who is living my life, and it is me who is having struggles and achieving obstacles. After many misfortunes, I’m working on getting my Associates for Human Services Mental Health. I’ll be graduating after the spring semester in 2016.

An attentive, dedicated student, I comfortably grasp and comprehend information in large groups, but I nonetheless appreciate intimate, one-on-one interaction with my advisors. Others with whom I attend school and work are unaware, as I seemingly acquire enough knowledge in the classroom and during training, respectively. What my friends and coworkers overlook is the discomfort that I experience when my mentors stand aloof from my interests, my concerns, and me.

“Okay sissy, don 't cry,” she pleaded.  I knew the day was coming up, but I tried not to think about it.  She was my absolute best friend and I could not imagine living 1,300 miles away.

A few months before my eighth birthday, my best friend started to avoid me a lot. I didn’t know what happened between us because we do everything together. I started to wonder was it something I did? What did I do to make her hate me? Then the next day I went up to her and said “why are you avoiding me?” She responded, acting like she didn’t know what I was talking about. We argued for a while about how she was ignoring me. She finally accepted it and said “Yes, I have been avoiding you, but you know the reason why.” I was thinking to myself for a long time and still had no idea. “Well you will be leaving me in November and moving across the world from me!” she screamed sadly. Then I remembered that I never told her I was moving because I was finding a way to tell her that I was moving. She figured it out because she overheard her parents talking about it. I started explaining why I would not tell her which was because I was trying to find a good way to say it. “Well I was avoiding you so you can forget me and not be sad about leaving India” she said sadly. I gave her a hug and said “we are going to have so much fun before I leave and I will never ever forget you.” After that day, I learned that I should never be angry at someone before I know why they are mad. If I was in my friend’s position, then I would have done the same thing. I should have just told her instead of waiting. Two characters from Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck went through the same thing about

My advisor is available when I need her all I have to do is make a appointment and she is there for whatever I need. Atticia is also very helpful she helped me figure out my classes and what I needed to take and when I could take it. I know I can go to her if I need anything I know she will try her best to help me out with whatever it is. She is also a good counselor because she is a good listener and askes questions. I think that Atticia is a great advisor and very helpful she also encourages you to do the best you can.

On weekends in the castle, one can get their meals from Friday supper through Sunday dinner basically anywhere as long as the palace cooks are told by Friday evening. So many people from the city and surrounding villages work in the castle or on the grounds during the week and go to their homes for the weekend so it usually leaves very few people around.

Best friends are a necessity to life. Who would you gossip to? Who would you tell your crush to? Who would comfort you in times of needs and sadness? Almost everyone at school has a best friend who they tell everything to, but what happens when the person you trusted most can’t be trusted anymore? What happens when your bestfriend isn’t your best friend anymore? To this day, I still feel a great amount of sadness thinking of this moment. Now, I feel like every best friend I have will just leave me again. I feel like this is a never ending cycle that won’t stop. After this day, I felt betrayed as if someone had stabbed me in the back. Luckily, the pain was only temporary and subsided, but the scar will always be there for the memory.

The moonlight shone through the crooked blinds of his dorm room. It reflected on the side of his face as he slept somewhat peacefully next to me. I laid next to him cuddling into his side shaking from the cold. We 'd been outside for over an hour, in barely any clothes. My face edged with tear streaks and bags under my eyes. I had mascara smudged across my right cheek and my makeup was running. At one point, I turned over and glanced up at him. I studied his face and thought to myself. This was my best friend. We used to hang out after school at my house and watch movies until late. How had things changed so suddenly? I thought of all the good moments we 'd had. I remembered every crease in his face, every segment of his skin, and the way

“This is so cool!” Charlotte squealed turning the wheel with the gentle curves of the highway. We were going on the first drive we had gone on after she got her license four days ago. We were going on a trip to the nearest water park near our home town. Even though we were going to the nearest park it was still a hour long drive on the one highway anywhere near us that was used mainly for the Semi Trucks to carry the produce Willowsgrove, Nebraska, our home town, is best for.

Passing the mile marker, notifying me that Norfolk was right around the corner, thrilled me, but for some reason my palms were sweaty and I had butterflies doing loopty-loops in my stomach. I was on my way to visit Julia, one of my best friends at the time. The whole way there, in bumper to bumper traffic, I reflected on all of my memories with her, including playing on a fallen, rotten tree and pretending that it was milk chocolate shop. As little girls, we would dress up in glittery, razzled costumes and sing our hearts out, which continued well into our teen years when she drove me to school my freshman year. The best of times were when we were sipping on our gooey, caramel frappuccinos and belting on Living On A Prayer by Bon Jovi. It

Have you ever done something so bad to where you think your life is ruined for good? My best friend Peggy and I experienced that feeling one boring night last summer when we were home alone. Last year I was know for “trouble”, I liked to fight and be the center of attention. I always had to make a scene about everything. Even though I was constantly in trouble with my parents, I never did anything that would put me in jail for a long time if I were to get caught by the police. My best friend was the same way. We both had negative attitudes about everything, we never listened to our parents, and we just basically did our own thing.

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside