Personal Narrative: Pre-Experience Journal Entry

At our previous class period, we had to go through a practice interview. I am happy and thankful that I did go through some interviews before in my life so I thought it was going to be a breeze, but I was mistakened. What I did noticed was this, “You will never know what you're going to be expecting at an interview.”

My earliest memories of being read to was when I was about four or five years old, my mom had read me princess books along with cat in the hat ones. She knew that in order for me to fall asleep, she had to read me a couple pages of the book I wanted. The earliest memory I have of writing was when I started Pre-K, there I began to learn how to write my name. Like most little kids, my handwriting wasn’t the best but It improved over time. I only remember the teacher would give us a worksheet full of colors and we had to learn how to write them out. In Pre-K the students were basically forced to take a nap, before that nap the teacher that I had read us maybe ten pages of a book. All of my memories were

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

Journal Entry 3: Six years ago, my oldest daughter was in severe pain, when I got off work I took her to the emergency room to see what was going on. After twelve hours the nice male nurse came in with a really concerned look on his face and gave me some breakfast vouchers to get her and I something to eat, I immediately knew something was not right. He sat me down and told me she had a large tumor growing in-between her hip bone, I broke down, because as soon as you here tumor, you think cancer. I drove straight to her doctor and to he what he suggested, he told me no one in Lumberton would take her so he gave me an appointment with Chapel hill with a doctor named DR. Esters. My husband and I were completely devastated, I had to call all our family and

On February 27th, a plane heading to San Jose with five people on it suddenly crashed in southern California. The two houses it landed on immediately erupted into flames because of the jet fuel. Luckily, no one was in those houses, however three out of the five were killed on the plane, while the survivors just had injuries. The people on the plane had consisted of a husband, wife and three teenagers going home from a cheerleading competition at Disneyland Adventure Park. The competition is suspected to be the Jr. USA Nationals, but unfortunately will not be a celebration to them anymore. The names of the people have not been released at this moment. Many bystanders of the crash have taken to social media to share the horror of what has happened. Undoubtedly, the passengers will never be the same again.

My clinical experience today has been a completely different, from any others. Today, Ashley my preceptor was scheduled as the charge nurse. I was surprised by the differences between a floor nurse and a charge nurse with their different responsibility each of them possessed. My first thoughts of a charge nurse were to merely fill in the cracks in the floor, to assist other nurses maintain their patient loads and to cover breaks and lunches, all the same, that is not always the case. This clinical experience has supplied me with a whole new aspect, as well as, a great deal of esteem for the charge nurse. In addition, to the previous mention responsibilities of a charge nurse, in

My mother screaming when she realised she could no longer touch me. My father screaming when he realised what I’d done to my mother. My parents screaming when they’d lock me in my room.

My field experience was in Ms. Felkins third grade classroom at Washington Elementary School. The class there are nineteen students total, nine boys and ten girls. There are two different ethnic groups in the class, four African American students and fifteen white students. Additionally, there are three students who go to a resource room throughout the day for academic instruction. One of the students goes to the resource room for thirty-minute increments throughout the day. Three students go to a small reading group each day to work on reading skills.

87/140 blood pressure. Hypertension? No, adrenaline. My heart was beating fast and hard; I could practically feel the blood pumping through every vein, every capillary, every artery. I could feel ,the constant assault on my whole body of the speeding wind that brought in a brigade of sand to scratch my face and make its way through every crevice. We were moving at such high speeds that the truck seemed to never even touch the ground.

The areas I have selected for my SCE are both marketing and engineering. I have been interested in both these fields for a long time. I have had an engineering interests since I was a kid and read a biography on Thomas Edison. Since then, I had an interest in engineering. I also have liked marketing for a while. I find it interesting how companies swell things. The spins they take and the information they present of don’t present makes me interested in marketing. I have applied at both NCR and Nordson for these internship opportunities. I like commercials which is why I applied for marketing at NCR and find technology and its development interesting which is why I applied at Nordson. Both interests have developed over time. I have gained interests both in my time

I was next up. I was freaking out, trying to calm down and stay warm. I was taking deep breaths. One of my coaches gave me a pep talk and some encouragement. I moved up to the starting gate, putting my poles in the holders and getting ready. I could see the other racer in front of me quickly getting down the hill like a bullet. In my mind, I was saying, “Don't think about anything else, just clear your mind. You got this. Go hard. Go strong.” I was standing at the top of the hill looking down at the icy slope, getting ready to blast off.

My most significant experience in my life is unforgettable. I was there with my sisters, my mom, and my dad. It was the most horrifying event that I have ever witnessed. The daunting image in my head is still clear as day, as though it happened yesterday. This event did not affect only me, but also my family. The story that I am about to tell you may change the way you see things and it may not. All I can say is, it

It’s week 4, you’ve survived a whole month and you’re halfway done! I’m quite excited to see you in all your Airmen’s attire, especially the all weather coat. I’ve always found those rather spiffy, shush your face. Also your girl has lost 16ibs in 4 weeks. No I’m not dying, chill. I’m healthy as a horse so you can simmer down worrywart.

For the first scenario, I would make sure I have the resident’s attention before speaking. I would state the resident by his name and introduce myself. I would ask him what is wrong and wait for a response. Then I would ask him who is Mork and Orsen. I would make sure that while I spoke to him, I remained eye contact. I would try to remove the cigarette by asking him if he could share and then throw it out. If that does not work then I would try to give the resident his favorite snack in exchange for the cigarette. Then I would ask him where he received the cigarette. I would then ask the resident if it was okay for me to assign him in get dressed. Once I have finished helping the resident, I would ask him if he would like to visit his friends,

Within my first month at Paul Hastings I had completed more work than I did at my last internship which lasted six months. At Paul Hastings, all though my title was intern, I was a member of the business development team. I learned quickly the work I was doing mattered and that it needed to be done well. The expectation there is extremely high, which is something I should’ve known going into a competitive internship at one