Personal Narrative: My Summer Salyer

My personal memoir is going to be about when I moved here in Homedale, Idaho. When I was 6 I moved to Homedale and I was going to start 2nd Grade. When I got dropped off by my parents I went to the playground. When I was young I used to never speak to anyone because I was so shy and scared. When I got there a kid named Oscar came up to me and asked me what is your name, for a few seconds I stood there saying nothing and finally I said my name Osue. There were one of his friends that I remember, there was Antonio, but that wasn’t the first time I have seen Antonio because the house we moved into I went outside threw rocks and so did he but when I backed up and went forward etc. he copied me. I When we went I she Ms. Garrett was welcoming us

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of

I’ve always been an outsider, it’s been hard for me to build friendships and relationships. Not too long ago, there I sat in the corner of the room in the way back, trying to hide from the world, and be myself. I didn’t really want to get involved with anything or anyone. I was afraid to open up, talk to others, maybe because I was afraid to get rejected. Until, I met the best people I could ever meet, my best friends Marisa Mendoza, Jessica Contreras and Deseray Reyes, the ones who up to this day have sticked by my side, at my best, and worst moments. They have all been a big part of my life, I can enjoy every minute I spend with them. For me, they aren’t only my friends they are like my sisters.

I first worked for Summer at Saints last year, as a volunteer unsure of what this experience would entail. Between the first drop-off and the final pick-up, I was quickly impressed, and to some extent intimidated, by its ability to transform. The timid became unafraid, the wild became calm and the rancorous became kind. The experiences of being a volunteer, and seeing these children mature, even in the smallest ways, has been the most rewarding experience at Summer at Saints.

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

Summer of 1994. New York City smelled no different than hot rat piss and looked accordingly. Fresh off my 15th birthday and wandering the Brooklyn streets with Hakeem, we followed the music wherever it played. Our community cherished music through constant airplay. Anyone with loud speakers, either in their car, apartment, or boombox, blared any of the anthems from the future greats. Whether it's Nas, Wu-Tang, Biggie, or Tribe, the list is blissfully endless. Hakeem’s brother, a well-connected music promoter, gave Hakeem two tickets to this secret show he was putting on for Ice Cube, who, despite being the first notable west coast rapper, carries a rage within him that the east coast entirely recognizes.

When I was first notified that I had to attend the Summer Transition Program, I was upset. I thought that it was a complete waste of my summer. Now, I don’t want to imagine what would have happen to me if I wasn’t part of the program. Deep down  I was afraid of moving all the way to Virginia. I knew no one and was all alone. Thanks to the Transition Program,  I made life long friendships and acquaintances, got acclimated to living in virginia and have some of the best experience of my life.

A summer of 1974.My friend Randy and I were playing hide and seek in the woods,then I heard a strange noise it sounded like a saw chopping something.Later that night we left to the cabin so I told Randy about the noise I heard he told me ‘’Let’s go explore the noise you heard.’’Ok’’I said.When we were walking we saw a light in the distance.

Have you ever did a productive way to spent your spring break? Well, I did b doing stuff I forget to do before. Like cleaning the house. Did you do chores and get money for doing it. Hmm... I have some toys which I don use. What could do with during the spring break.

My spring project was at YMCA. At the YMCA, I was doing different physical activities with children and adults. The first activity that my team and I did was parachute. I have never play parachute and it was very new to me. When the event start, my team and I started to play with parachute by ourselves so we can get used to it and thinking different ways to use the parachute for the children to have fun. At first, there were not many children coming around, so my team and I advertised it by playing around with it and smiling which led children to be interested in the activity. The parachute activity went really well. Adults were able to participate with their children in the activity and they were having fun and enjoying themselves. Another

This spring break we went to the beach and had a really great time. when we left we had to leave at 5:00 to get on the road and the drive was an 8hr drive it took a long time to get there we stopped by chilli's and ate then got back on the road. when we got to the hotel finally we unpacked and went down to the beach but when we got down there the sun was already setting so we just went back up after about 15 minutes. when we got back up to the condo we decided we needed to go to the grocery store so we headed to walmart we got a tone of grocery's just for a week. when we got home from the grocery store we decided that since it was the first night that we needed to got to this place called the Shrimp basket so we went there and it was really good (to be honest we went out to eat every night). then we where in the car and i said hey mom can we go to the walmart and get movies for the whole week she said sure and they where only $3 so we went and did that and went to the condo. (if you are wondering my mom ,grandma,me,and

There isn’t much I do in the Summer. I go biking, swimming, and sleeping, for the most part during Summer time. All of this changed the Summer of 2009. I was sitting in the backseat by myself. My two brothers were in the next seats, then my parents. The heat this Summer was brutal. The heat was like being a gladiator in the Roman Colosseum that has no chance of winning. The only thing, besides the heat, that made this horrible was that I was going to a waterpark. This would be a gift for many kids, but it wasn’t for me. I had a terrible fear of waterparks. I’m not sure why it was just something I always had.

When my seventh grade year began, I thought I was perfectly fine. In actuality, I was not. I was making wrong choices which caused my grades to drop. When people tried to help me, I ignored them. Later on, I started to see my errors and this caused me to become really upset and ashamed of the person I was becoming. My family was also extremely disappointed in me. I was tired of being lectured and punished. I didn’t like the girl I was turning into and I wanted people to see and know me for who I really was. Therefore, I needed to make changes.

When I was in first grade, I was writing a story about going to Florida. I remember writing about how frightened I was to go on a water slide. I added details about how I liked the slow and twisty slide, but I was scared to go on the fast one. At the end of my water slide story, I ended up revealing that when I was finally brave enough to take the fast slide, I ended up loving it, and went down what felt like a million times. I wanted to write about this, but I wasn’t quite sure about how to spell it correctly, so I wrote,“I went down lik a meleon times!”