Personal Narrative: My Mother's Divided

Angela stated that growing up her mother was sick. She remembers having to assist her mother a lot and was not fully able to have much of a childhood. When she was 19 years old, she married her now husband. Her and her husband moved from West Virginia to New Jersey for a few years and worked installing cable. Angela stated

Ms. Brooks started off helping special needs children and then went on to work at a Daycare. Seeing each child face every day motivates her to continue on even when she don’t want to. Ms. Brooks plays a major part in her community. During back-to school week she provides kids with school supplies for the

The Assistant Director graduated from college with a Bachelor of Science degree in Human Development and now oversees staffing of the classrooms and facilitates sets up appointments and meetings, manages on sight records and finances and ensures that all procedures and lesson plans are being implemented. My mother’s social and conventional interest led her to a field where she could express both and at the same time “have her children close to her and see them throughout the day.” It wasn’t something she intended on doing, however, over the years her skills developed and she found it beneficial to be in this field. She loves that she “isn’t confined to a desk and that she is able to meet and interact with all kinds of people.” She believes that jobs that allow flexibility, help you grow, and give you the ability to make a positive change in people’s lives are the best kinds. However, jobs that offer a generous income and qualified, well-rounded coworkers are also important to her. Based on this, her work values line up with altruism, economic return, associates, variety and intellectual stimulation. Although, she wishes “the field of early childhood education was valued as important as

I’ve been trudging along for what seems like hours. I lost count of my steps sometime after my car broke down. When I look around all I see is an almost tangible grey curtain hiding everything except for a small segment of the highway. As I look forward the dark grey of the asphalt blends into the fog. I have no Idea what time it is when the fog rolled in my phone died. Without a clock, any length of time seems to go on forever, especially when the sun is hiding behind the fog. I just something I don’t understand about my situation, there has been no change in light since the fog rolled in. Same brightness the whole time. It’s almost like it’s not that I can’t tell time is passing. It’s that time isn’t passing, but that’s impossible.

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Alexus Casidy is out of her teenage years and now twenty, with a whole life ahead. The name Alexus may be a common but, the story of how it was picked, was not. Her father named her after a nurse at a Psychiatric Hospital, that he said was pretty. Not only did he name her after a nurse but, he chose the spelling of the car, Alexus. She grew up with her two younger siblings in Beloit WI, and I am yet to wonder if her sibling’s names have a comical story behind theirs as well. My peer went to high school at Beloit Memorial, graduating in 2015. Where she was an active cheerleading and softball player, also where she met her boyfriend, of three years, Ryan. Most don’t see that she is a mother, student, girlfriend, and employee; holding many different roles in all statuses. Alexus studies at UW Rock County and is undecided with fulfilling her dreams for becoming a children’s nurse or a teacher. Also, is hard-working employee at the factory Prent Corporation in Janesville, WI as an Inspector Packer. Where the money pays for the house her and her boyfriend own, with their one year old, Brooks.

Lezlee wasn’t the typical little girl that wanted to be a vet, doctor, or princess when she grew up. She never had a dream job, or any plan for the future. However, she loved school, and all of her teachers. They helped her to learn and grow beyond just school work. She pondered for years what to do, until the age of 18, when she realized what she would enjoy doing for the rest of her life. Similar to the teachers that helped her, she is caring and nurturing towards kids. These traits helped her when babysitting, and helping special education kids throughout the years. After a year of planning she had a plan, and drive to get 2 BA degrees in her hometown, and move all the way to New York to get into a master’s program, she was ready. Lezlee

I believe, without my mother's independence and the way she raised me, I would not be applying to Queens today. I have had my share of ups although I've also had plenty of downs. I have two older sisters and a younger brother. My oldest sister chose a different path when she had the opportunity to choose a more successful path. She moved out at the age of 16 to flew across the country to live off of my grandpa's income. She dropped out of college, barely a semester in, with student loan debt. She could have been a multi-sport collegiate athlete on scholarship. I look at her and see what could happen if I don't make the right choices and take advantage of my opportunities. My second oldest sister made most of the right choices, and I look at her and see how successful I could become.

On November 17,1989 my mother Juanita Renea Ohlinger went into labor at 6:00 A.M. she was in labor for 12hrs. She laid there in so much pain at Providence hospital until Dr. Kendal Foster showed up and told her she had to have a C-section because her pelvis would not expand. The nurse hooked my mother up to monitors and willed her to the operating room, my father Raymond F Smith was dressed in hospital operating clothes. Dr. Foster began to open my mother’s womb and pulled me out at 5:25 pm.

According to, The University of La Verne fifty percent of all college students go in to careers that does not fit their degree chose. Though the numbers may have been different from when my mother went to college, but people have been changing their minds about their future since the beginning.

Having grown up with a mother who was verbally and physically abusive, love and compassion didn't develop between us two, however, my hate, anger, and resentment thrived.

There have been many situations which have shaped my character, but the one situation that is the basis of myself is my mother. When I was two years old, my mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis or MS. MS is a disease that disables the central nervous system and thus disrupts the flow of information to the brain, which then goes out to the body. In every diagnosed person, the symptoms are different and so is the severity.

Mom had a large lump, the size of a grapefruit, on the rear of her neck. She saw four doctors who all refused to operate. They feared she would be left paralyzed from spine damage. The fifth doctor, Dr. J.D. Fuller, agreed to remove the mass. The lump had grown larger. Mom had pains in her neck and arms like lightning bolts. Dr. Fuller stated his only way to remove the mass was by “blunted excision.” He made a long incision, reached into her neck, grabbed the mass, twisted, and pulled it out of her. The surgeon ripped muscle from her left breast to her spine and left trapezoid muscle. Mom was left with damaged nerves and muscles, but she was not paralyzed.

I created this memory book for us to share and look at our memories throughout our life together.Not only have we shared a lot of memories together,we have had many laughs and shared many tears.You have done a lot for me including flying half way across the world to get me. I thought the least I could do is write about the three most memorable moments I remember. I will always have other memories too. Dancing in the family room to garth brooks wrapped up in you. Watching movies together or our favorite tv shows. Getting in those little fights over something stupid. Not only have you taught me things like how to walk,talk,dance,sing but you have taught me how to get back up being knocked down again and again. Thank you.

This all started when my mom started telling me about how hard her life was and that I had it easy. Well I didn’t exactly agree with that statement so I said something. I stated that she wouldn’t last a single day in my shoes so that is where she got mad and went to her bedroom.