Personal Narrative: Problems To Transfer With My Transition

“Mom do we have to move?” ”Yes, I think that it would be in our best interest after what with your father.” He is a criminal and a drunk he deserves to rot in jail. He was never there for me. He was always at the club and drowning himself with cheap

I get down on all fours and relax my whole body, my bones begin to crack. Unlike most wolves, where it stops hurting awhile after your first shift. Mine shift didn't. It still hurts even though it has been six years (No. Our cloths they don't rip, and no. Don't ask me where they go)

Be a mom, or keep working my corporate dream… the ultimate choice It was all a dream… My career was finally looking up, I was working as a senior accountant with multiple multi-million accounts, full-cycle, I finally finished my Bachelor’s degree. I even purchased my first home and bought a new car! Then, it happened, I found out I was going to be a mom. I was excited, and terrified at the same time, I even took parenting classes! I had no idea how to do the formula thing and diapers? Yeah… ok.

I came home one day, to see an evacuation notice on my apartment door, I had only a month to move out. My family wasn’t doing so well financially, so it was hard to find a good place that was cheap. In the end, we had to settle for a place in San Bruno. My mom and I were told that I could still go to Mills, the high school that I really wanted to go to, but we weren’t aware that we had to apply for an intradistrict transfer.

Switch. As I look up at the burnt orange sky I feel like I could forget where I am and what I am. I love watching the sky, during the day, at night, at sunrise and sunset there isn’t one time the sky disappoints me. As I walk home from college and watch the sunset morph I can’t help but feel blessed, everything still isn’t perfect but it’s going to be.

Losing my identity Mothers describe motherhood like a cliff: It’s like a leap of faith that no one knows if she’ll be able to survive. The moment my obstetrician entered the room with a big smile on her face and stated that she had some great news for me; my heart instantly dropped. She raised her hands in the air and said, "You and Anthony are pregnant!" After staring at her in complete disbelief, I started crying. I was told to schedule an ultrasound and sure enough I was seven weeks pregnant. After leaving the office, I instantly had the selfish sensation of wanting more time to prepare myself. Now that I’m pregnant with my first child, I keep hearing about all the things I’ll never do again: sleep four solid hours, wear a bikini, travel,

“The thing about perspective-changing events is that they usually don't announce themselves as such.” -Andrea Goeglein. For my family and me, there are few quotes that seem quite as true as this. We have learned all too well how one split-second can entirely change one’s perception of their life and the world around them. I know now how a seemingly awful event can be beneficial to the mindset of a person- how one occurrence can make everyone realize and appreciate the most important things in life.

Shifting Interests Since the time reading was introduced to me, I can remember having either the crisp pages of a book or the smooth surface of a Kindle in my hands. This love for reading started with books written by Roald Dahl, Barbara Parks, Lemony Snicket, and J.K. Rowling. The books about Junie B. Jones that Barbara Parks wrote are the books that come to mind when I try to remember my earliest favorite books. I cannot recall any of the plots or really any of the characters from the books, except for Junie B. Jones of course, but I know I read those books like crazy. After I had finished most of the Junie B. Jones books, I transitioned into reading some of the works by Roald Dahl and this was the first noticeable change that occurred in the kind of books I was reading. I started with books that were filled with childish humor and switched to books that had peculiar plot lines and sarcastic humor.

“We live in a generation of, not being in love, and not being together But we sure make it feel like we're together Cause we're scared to see each other with somebody else” - Drake ‘Doing It Wrong’

Shift this woman I will be is slipping into form slowly sliding into new skin I have not met her we are still whispering our origin stories I came from youth fresh as budded daisies I knew only half of sorrow ignorance and innocence like cotton tuft lambs she comes from weeping weary as wrung out clouds some little wisdom and wary eyes like

Okay , Now What…… I have been lifting for 17 years , cycled on and off for about 11 years, I have hit 250+ lbs with under 11 % body fat. The issue with that is regardless of how lean I get , my face looks fat.  So a few years back I decided that getting around 210 lbs and under 10 % bf was my goal. I adjusted how I lifted , what compounds I used, and many other things. I  realized I am just naturally able to get huge, and decently powerful, but my body ( wear and tear ) would prefer a smaller me . Now I am fighting my genetics with everything I have, and after a few years I am now realizing how hard that really is. To some it is nearly impossible.

When Summer came they told my mom that I wasn’t learning what I was supposed to learn. They said “you're daughter’s not learning how to read the words right, she would also mumble and not pronounce the words the correct way”. The school told my mom that if they didn’t

Dr. Wilson, I appreciate you reaching out. Unfortunately, I am still looking for a position at the moment. I feel like I targeted my job search too much in the beginning by looking only for academic advising positions in the Western NY region. I did get two on-campus interviews for advising positions in June and July but I did not get an offer. I made it pretty far into the selection process for an SL3 advising position at UB, but they ultimately decided on someone with more experience.

“The past is where you learned the lesson.” Mistakes happen to everyone. Some change you for better or for worse, but all mistakes give you a lesson. These lessons help you form your identity and how you are viewed by others. With this you can either succeed or fail. One

I did not make any changes to my actual class schedule, rather I changed and added things to my extracurricular activities to improve my resume and personal statement.