Personal Narrative: My Bachelor's Degree

“SHE’S DEAD AND SHE WILL NEVER COME BACK! NOW SHUT UP!” Allison shouts and runs to her room. “ALLISON!” I shout. “I WISH YOU WERE DEAD INSTEAD OF MOMMY!” Amelia screams with tears running down her face. “Don’t say that sweetie, you don’t mean that,” I say. “YES I DO!” She runs to her

“Family meeting, everyone meet in the living room”,she yelled “ John meet me in our room, she added calling for my father.Walking into the living room my brother asked “ whats going on” ?, I replied with a shrug trying to hold back tear.”Why are you crying em-a-wee ?,asked a small voice.I look down seeing Aria staring up at me as her arms wrapped around me. Thinking that a kid her age wouldnt even have a clue as to what is happening. Ever since Aria could talk so could never prounouce my name correctly, opting for Em-a-wee instead of

“It’s okay Emily, because it rained so much the basement got water in it and so your toys got wet.” My mom said, trying to calm me down.

I am currently reading the book Creepypasta, which is a story about several different horror stories inside such as Smile, Hide and Seek, and Come Closer. “The girl smiled with all the happiness an 8-year-old could possibly process, and stared straight at the camera lens. Click.” (Clovdtears 1). This is one of the first couple of sentences in the story smile, and right away I felt an eerie chill go through me.

The doctors were, “trying to persuade her to let them dispose the body” (453.) Miss Emily still refused until the doctors were going to, “resort to law and force, she broke down, and they buried her father quickly” (453.) The doctors had to push Miss Emily to her edge to finally get the body

My mother yelled at me,” Emily get in the house and grab you sister and brothers too.”

And when I thought my day couldn't possibly get any worse, it did. Right after I sat down in the cafeteria and started eating my lunch, that stupid Phyllis sat down beside me. ¨I can't believe you cried in the middle of class. You are a crybaby,¨ she says. ¨I wouldn't have done it if you could have remembered the sweater was yours. My birthday wouldn't be ruined!¨ I say. ¨I knew it was mine the entire time! Sylvia and I set this up weeks ago! We just wanted to see you embarrass yourself in front of everybody,¨ she replies.

Growing up my father taught me many life lessons; one that I will never forget was when he told me: “A man living in a house without light will never know where he is going or what he wants to do.” At the time I did not understand what that meant until one day he explained in to me. Without proper goals a person is just lost in darkness and unable to find their way in life. By working towards my goals, I feel that I am constantly growing as an individual and learning how to approach all sorts of situations that life throws at me. Recently, being a part of the EOF Nursing School Program at Rutgers University, I feel that I have just set the foundation to achieving my goals which include graduating with my Bachelor’s Degree in Nursing alongside one day opening a home for the less fortunate in Guyana.

First and foremost, no matter what, I will complete the remaining 10-12 classes in order to get my BS in business. The road to earning this degree has been long and tedious – through single-parenting hardships, surgeries, and grandchildren – nonetheless, I move forward. Another goal currently in progress is to engage in the successful launch of a protocol that I have written. After completing the final touches with the copyright office, the marketing process will begin. Currently, it is under review with the Commission to Eliminate Child Abuse, Neglect, and Fatalities, and My Florida Market Place has accepted me as a vendor. This protocol was created to keep third party agency social workers in compliance because the ‘in-house quality control’

Certainly by now, you know my name. However, I prefer to go by Mia. I have been a student at SBVC since fall of 2013. I know... it seems like a long time. The reason for that is I am a double major. In Spring of 2018 I will be graduating with my Associate's degrees in Business Administration and Accounting. I work extremely hard on my educational career goals. For example, I have maintained a 4.0 GPA and am an honor student. I currently work on-call for a local school district and enjoy every minute of it. I am also a creative writer, which I haven't had much time to do lately, but plan to get back to it as time allows. In fact, one of my newest ventures is marketing in the digital economy, so my creative writing will definitely get

I am an out of state student, who is paying for college with help from my parents. Due to my current living situation, any college that has a Pharmacy program is expensive, because none of the state universities in Massachusetts offers one. I absolutely love what I do, and I simply wish it was not as much of a financial burden as it is.

I majored in finance for both my bachelor and master degree. I am not so interest in my major, but I think it will be easier for me to find a job with a finance degree. The main reason for me to come to Tulane is that Tulane has a high reputation in Finance, and I want to be more professional when I finish my study here. I will go back to China after graduation and find a job in the investment apartment in a local

“Surprise!”, she says, pulling out a new Barbie doll, completely brand new in the box. It’s not often I get new toys. Her hair is blonde and she’s wearing a pink swimsuit top with matching shorts, a pink snorkel and flippers are next to her. I can’t stop smiling. She has big feet like me.

Smits arrived the next morning, Evie was in complete control of her emotions and prepared to discuss her plan, but first, he had an idea to keep Ellen and I from interrupting what was bound to be an emotionally difficult conversation. Smiling, as he first looked in my mother’s direction, Mr. Smits turned to us with both hands behind his back, as I was the oldest, he asked me first, “Which hand do you choose?” Not sure what was going to happen next, I pointed to his left hand, giggled and replied, “That one, I want that one.” Slowly, Mr. Smits pulled his hand from behind his back to reveal a lovable boy doll with sculpted hair and the most whimsical face I had ever seen. I was exuberant! Naturally, Ellen eager to take her turn at choosing a hand was no dummy, when Mr. Smith asked her which one she chose, Ellen pointed to his left hand, guessing that the right one was empty, yet teasingly, Mr. Smits exchanged the doll meant for her to his right hand, when Ellen announced her choice, he presented with an empty hand. Stunned, Ellen stepped back with a puzzled, disappointed look of her face, but he gave her the doll immediately; a black boy with curly hair, equally as adorable as mine. Ellen and I were excited and amazed to receive such wonderful gifts, we thanked Mr. Smits profusely and began playing with our new dolls

My very first choice is elementary education. I chose elementary education, because I love working with children, and I have had the opportunity to work with them as a teacher’s aide giving me the enjoyable insight of what it’s like to teach.