Personal Narrative: My Wife

I, Emily White was one the parents of the white students at Little Rock High school. My Husband,”Bruce“and I heard about a group of African American students enrolling in Central High School in Little Rock. I Remember his expression as we spoke about this, he groaned with a loud voice uttered, “Oh here we go again with another brown v. BOE(Board of Education) situation!!”. Brown v. BOE was a landmark U.S Supreme Court case in which the Court declared state laws establishing segregated public schools for black and white students to be unconstitutional and won the case,therefore integrating most of the schools in the U.S.Unfortunately we didn’t speak very fond about the conversation we had on the night before the Little rock Crisis happened.We

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.

I found it a little difficult to find what to write about that would satisfy the definition of my “minutia”. Perhaps it is because I did not quite understand what minutia really meant outside of a textbook definition and in the real world, or I have not fully realized or acknowledged on a consistent basis how many of the moments in my life have contributed to that which has an effect on me in the form of shaping or altering me. After nostalgically scrolling through my Instagram profile for a while the other day, I came across quite a few photos of me recording my gym workouts dating from the autumn of 2014 and into early 2015, and I eventually decided that this would suit the requirements for what could be my own minutia.

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.

I woke up to my alarm clock blaring 'Leviathan II' by Parkway Drive, waking me up with a jolt. I looked at the clock, seeing that it was time for me to get up and get Alesana up for school and then get myself to work. I jumped out of bed, walking out of my room and to Ali's room, flipping the light switch on. You see, she's a really light sleeper, taking after me. I quickly walked downstairs to the kitchen, getting out the eggs and bacon, putting a frying pan on the stove and turning it on. I let it get hot while I poured myself some orange juice, taking a few sips out of it. I set it down and got out five strips of bacon, putting the rest away, and laying them in the pan. I got out another pan, putting it on the other burner and cracked an egg in it, wanting to

so, right now i am sitting on my 900-1000 dollar comupter typing this to you. I hope we grauated, and i know we will. Right now, I'm listening to "Daft Labeouf - Harder, Better, Faster, Do it" kinda modivational. Anyhow, i im getting alright grades, and im fairly happy right now, grant left a while ago, around 12:30 i think. i've been palying cs:go and ive been getting better at it. so, now for my dreams. I hope in the near future i have a allright house and i am happy. It doesn't haft to be a fancyass house with lots of 1000-10000 dollar things in it, it just hast to be a place that it comfy and i have privacy in. i hope that we have money to go and spend and be happy with. i hope we also still play games. sometimes i worry

“Estas loca que le vas a decir a tu papa? (you are crazy what are you going to tell your dad)” my mom said

I once believed teaching was the least gratified, but most important career until I remembered motherhood which is more arduous yet less appreciated than any other job. Mothers serve for at least eighteen years, everyday, sunup and far past sundown, without sick days, and arguably no pay. My mother, Manola Jean-Mary having eleven children has done the impossible for twenty-two years with seventeen more to go. There has been countless opportunities missed, many decisions questioned, even hospitalization because of the side effects of stress, however with no regrets she continues to do her absolute best for every one of us. A dissertation could be written about her strength, hardships, and how she has prevailed, but this essay only briefly explains my mother as my source of inspiration. I reached a point where I lost all motivation, any urge to accomplish anything. I was convinced that everything I did was unsatisfactory, that my role in this world, and my efforts were unimpactful,

when i was younger my mom was very sick and she had to get surgery ,it was really hard on the family because she was always the one cooking for us doing laundry for us and all the other things kids don´t usually do. When that unfortunate event happened i had to take charge and be able to do the same things as my mother did for us ,since she would be unable to move fore a few weeks do to the surgery. I took the lead and started to do every thing and even taking care of my mom when she was sick.Another thing that i took charge of was making food for the family and taking care of my sisters as well as by brother.As my brothe wasent very familiar with the stove and cooking ,he amired me for taking charge and being able to take of my mother. As

Further down the road, I kept looking out the window and seeing the green trees passing by while my mom was on the phone and my dad kept driving until we got to our destination. Meanwhile, the car was at a stop, we felt the car move that we actually crashed into the car in front of us and we got rear-ended that contained my head hit from seat to seat that gave me a black

Lady B I will call her to protect her identity is a friend of mind. Her behavior with me was more a social group even though it was only the two of us. She shared with me a closer physical relationship than she did with her female or other male friends. It was as if she did not trust her other friends. However, with me, she broke down the space barrier and allowed the playful lean on me after a joke type contact. I thought her demeanor display something more an being friendly. In addition, we barely made eye contact her and I developed an emotional attraction. I believe the eye contact would have taken it to another level for me anyway. We would greet one another with a big smile from there it was none stop

I am water cold and awful, false in demeanour disguised as calm and pleasant waiting to drown you, suffocate you, force the last breath out of your lungs. I see her across the road her red scarf blowing aimlessly in the wind. I focus on it imagining that same red pouring out of her cut pale throat instead of hanging from her body. I like breaking pretty things dismembering, fracturing. There is a certain beauty to their suffering as the last breath leaves them I am in control.

Is college right for you? When you think of college, fear is probably the first thing that comes to mind. Coty, a mother of 4 children, 33 years old, and always has a big smile on her face… Well, at least most of the time. She has long black hair, light brown eyes, and if you look closely, a tattoo behind her ear. Most people will assume she’s just a college student but really, she’s a “mom”. I chose to interview Coty because she’s very encouraging and a very talkative person. My mom has a lot to say about her college experience.

I met a lady from here who could pass as someone that I know twin that I want to have sex with, but haven't. She is only a couple years younger and has the same body as her along with the same hair color and eyes. We talked for a while and I told her that she could be the lady I want to have sex with twin, she smiled really big, told me how hot she thought it would be if she role played the lady I want to fuck that could be her twin. We fucked off and on for 4 or 5 hours that night I cam hard a few times and her bed was soaking wet from her squirting so much because we both got in to her role playing the lady I want to fuck! This was Sun 12/7/15 the lady I want to fuck. I'll be seeing Wed. 12/9/15. Needless to say my dick will be rock hard

I was blinded, cold and scared. I couldn’t move, i tried, but failed. My arms and feet were held down by something cold, it felt like metal. The machine were talking to each other, buzzing, humming and beeping. The thing that prevented me from seeing was removed. I was in a lab with different people. Some were wearing things that surgeons wore, others in lab coats, and me? Well, let’s just say that I can’t find my clothes.