Personal Narrative: My Birth Certificates

I am a daughter, I am both an older and younger sister, I am a student and I am Brazilian. I`m not only what I do but also where I came from. Moving in to United States only reassured me what I learned from my country is still running in my veins. Once you are immersed in another `world` you not only have a main perception of the difference between cultures but it also makes you see with other eyes what is presented to you; that, is a completely break of pattern, an experience of dissemination and absorption of knowledge - a continuously critical thinking.

Starting high school can be a little scary, especially when you have no guidance from siblings, like me, being the first one from my family to have an education. But that did not stop me from succeeding, I?ve always been confident and determined. I?m an enthusiastic when it comes to trying new things. Who would have thought I was going to be a good athlete plus a book geek, when in my past years I was just a regular kid. I was pretty excited about joining a club that had a connection with high school, that way I didn?t have to start from zero, I always want to be a step ahead. Fortunately, in summer, a high school coach was recruiting freshmen for running either cross country or track, they both involve running, so I considered it like the same sport with different timing. And this is when it all started. Running

The diaper pin represents when I took my first breath on July 12, 1989 in St. Cloud, MN. I was born on a clear morning just after 8am, and I was 7 pounds 11 ounces measuring at 21 inches long. I also had a head full of curly brownish red hair, the only one of my 2 older brothers and 2 older sisters that had hair. My parents were married at the time of my birth, and there were no significant issues with my mother during the pregnancy that impacted my development. I was however, a C-section baby, due to my brother being a C-section baby just 1year and 11 days before my birth. After my mom returned to work, my aunt watched my siblings and I until I was about 1 year old when my neighbor became my permanent daycare lady.

I'm turning 18 soon and I want to clarify my freedoms if I'm going to continue living with my parents. I'm afraid they'll continue to restrict me like they have for the past 17 years. If I'm living under their roof, are they allowed to tell me that I can't go out? Living there is a generosity, so legally, I don't think they can hold me from going out, but they could not let me back in (which they'd never do, but it's always possible). And for house rules, I completely understand taking out the trash, doing the dishes, but do they really have that much power over me that they can set a bed time. This may be a sit-down-and-talk-about-it-issue with my parents, but legally is this possible? And lastly, my dad said he would give me his old car which

After the initial shock and awe of finding out I was pregnant after 10 years of struggling and wondering if I would ever have the baby I had been dreaming of for so long, I began to plan every detail of my birth. I found a midwife and birth center when I was 8 weeks pregnant. I hired a doula at 12 weeks. My birth plan was written and finalized at 24 weeks. Every detail was planned-I had even planned the song that would be playing when my son would make his appearance. I'm a recovering control freak.

Family of origin work begins by having an individual or couple drawing up a "Genogram," a three generational map of family relationships graphically depicting such things as births, deaths, marriages, divorces, and sibling order. The rationale for working directly with patients in this manner is described by prominent family therapist John Framo. "The client, by having sessions with his or her family of origin, takes the problem to where they began, thereby making available a direct route to etiological factions. Dealing with the real external parental figures is designed to loosen the grip of the internal representatives of these figures and expose them to reality considerations and their live derivatives. Having gone backward in time, the

In my Coat of Arms project, I have different colors, symbols, and an animal. For my first picture, the blue stands for law enforcement. My mom was a Lieutenant for the Uniformed Division from 1983-2006. Currently, she is an agent for the Secret Service in the Investigation Division. Therefore, the gold color stands for her badges. Since, my mom has grown up in Enfield, North Carolina, the peanut represents Enfield. Enfield, North Carolina was one of the leading cities for growing peanuts in the U.S. The green portrays the green fields grown. My uncle, Dr. Charles is an Assistant Superintendent for School Administration/ Student Services in the Alamance-Burlington School System. My Uncle is on my dad’s side of the family. Moreover, the green

Back in Houston, my mother was in the hospital, waiting for my birth’s arrival. It was a Friday, November 28, the air was cold. My mom was watching TV, until the doctor came to proceed my delivery. My dad was sitting down in the room. A few minutes, and the doctor came and talked to my mother, instructing my mom to do as they say. Then my mom proceeded to push and boom, I suddenly appeared out and that's where my life all started. At the time I weighed 7 pounds. My dad picked me up and my mom chose to name me Russell, because of a basketball player she watched named Russell Byron (a player in the Utah Jazz) . That time in Houston we waited in the baby breathing room,

Today I am going to talk about when I was born and where I was born. Where I fit in with my family. I will also talk about my first words, what my favorite song was when I was a baby.

While my accomplishments on paper may seem limited, I have always considered myself a proficient writer. I have written almost daily since about sixth grade, albeit my prior schooling did not do much of a service for my writing skills. This, I feel, has led to me being able to write well, but not being able to break-down & improve my writing efficiently. These effects can be directly seen by me performing better on the essay for my SAT than I did on the actual writing question subsection. I wish to attend USF to hone my writing skills into something more presentable to the world. I feel have the ideas, but not the tools, so to speak. My overall goals include one day attending classes at the Poynter Institute to maximize my comprehension of

From the moment I was born people already had opinions on how my life would turn out. Shoutout to the doctor who told the group of interns that I was gonna die in the icu without knowing my mother could hear him. Days after being born that so called medical professional was certain I would die before my first birthday. I am certain there are scientists willing to bet that because I was born three months premature, I have some sort of birth defect or disability. The American society must be pissed off knowing that small BLACK baby didn’t die and went on to be healthy and a leader and unafraid to speak my mind.

Have you ever felt robbed of a childhood? At the age of six, I was placed into the DYFS system. I moved from house to house, not really having the chance to grow up like normal children. I didn’t get to experience things such as ; asking my older sister advice on boys, learning how to cook grandma’s favorite recipe, or going on family vacation to Disney world . I worked hard to get where I am right now. My experiences have made me of who I am today , my story will tell you my background, where I came from and why my application is incomplete without it.

I am a first generation child to have been born in my family, the first generation who is about to graduate high school and the first generation to go to a college and succeed in life.

I currently find myself, unable to meet the terms of my marker agreement. In an attempt to satisfy my obligations, I am requesting that payments arrangements be made to meet marker obligations at Harrah’s properties. I have recognized that I have a gambling compulsion and have recently reach out to Gambling Anonymous and the1-800-GAMBLER hotline for help. Although the markers are not yet due, I recognize that payments are the only way I can satisfy this debt. Request the marker be held and converted to payments verse an account debit. I understand that you are under no obligation to accept payment arrangements, but ask for your patience and assistance. Over the past months, I have completely depleted my savings and 401K plans to satisfy my

I thought learning to spell your name was a milestone achieved only in early childhood. However, I stared at the blank line in the top left corner of my eighth grade history test with a furrowed brow. I probably should have been embarrassed to ask for help spelling my name at 14 years old but I swallowed my pride and approached the teacher’s desk anyways. This was my new reality.