Personal Narrative Research Paper

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.

that she had a male, Igor Gentsaryuk, in custody for DUI near the 3700 block of

It was a beautiful day in early winter 2012, my Family had had a big dinner at my uncle's house, the plan was to go a Blazers game after we had all gotten done eating. I had moved to Tigard oregon with my Mom in summer of 2012 from Connecticut, about six months before all of this had happened. We had no idea where anything was, the only thing we had someone what of idea was my uncle's house and the grocery store, but beyond that we were basically lost all the time. At this time we didn't have a car yet, so relied mostly on my uncle taking us places.

When I was first hired I was told I would have 30 days from the start day to sign up for benefits. The date by which I had to sign up by was 03/20/16 a Sunday; I tried to get on, on the 03/18/16, but it would not let me. I called the helpline to get my password reset to gain access to the online portal; whenever I received access it said there were no available sessions for enrollment. My manager informed me to come in on Saturday 03/19/16 and he would help me further, he was not able to locate it either. He then informed me to make a benefits appeal, because I had tried to get enrolled before the cutoff date. I have two pictures, to show the information that was displayed and the date. Thank you for your time and

Have you ever had something you were “super passionate” about be stripped away from you? Roughly one and a half years ago I started my sophomore year of lacrosse. The lineup of students on the lacrosse team this year promised us a spot in the championship. Throughout fall practices, the majority of the sophomore class played amongst the varsity team. As the season ramped up in the spring, we waited for our first game against Saint John Paul’s Christian Academy. First game of the year, we enveloped ourselves into the game and became one as a team. Running downfield with a clear, open shot on the goal “whoosh” I shot the ball bottom right, a bare miss. Suddenly “crash” I was hit from both sides and struggled to stay standing. As I came to my

You seemed as if you left out of your 4th block Spanish from those rusty gray doors on the side of our school building.

My thoughts are just consisting of light, a mixture of yellow and white but so pure and I don’t see no evil whatsoever; not consisting of any bad thing which I am grateful about. I see myself, and only me in a land and something is puffing me up and by that I see such tiny stars or crystals coming right at me putting forth unlimited joy and grace into me which will enable me to be happy and giggly no matter how crazy and maddening a situation will be.

I am currently enrolled in the Masters of Science Program in Technology at Eastern Illinois University. This is to fulfil my dream of becoming an expert and a professional in Information Technology related field, and later enroll for my PhD. My career focus is to work as a network administrator, chief security officer, an IT project manager or a network and security consultant. All of these job positions have very good prospects, high paying salary scale, and are in high demand for personnel in this field. On the average, the annual average salary for these positions ranges from $100,000 to $178,002.

Let me introduce myself, I was born here in Utah but spent most of my life outside of the state. My early memories of living in Utah were good. I remember having birthday parties with my cousins and my extended family would all be there, we went to family events on holidays and felt close with my family. My family moved to North Dakota just after kindergarten, that being the place my dad decided to attend law school.

In March, I found out the one of the worst things a teenager could hear; my parents were getting a divorce. How was I supposed to handle that information. The two people who came second in my life next to God, the two people that promised they would always be together, were now ripping our family into two broken halves; instead of one solid whole. Most people might pray to God, and ask him for healing but how could I; God was supposed to protect our family, and he let us fall apart.

I remember the fall of 2007. On that specific autumn morning it was “take your child to work” day at my dad’s workplace in a retirement home. My father walked my younger sister and me around the gargantuan, sterile white building, introducing us to the elderly residents and workers, holding our hands as we shyly waved with a meek “Hi,”. I distinctly remember meeting one lady that stood out among the others: one of the laundry maids, Caroline. Caroline was, in a word, great. In several words, she was about 21, excited, sweet, and hilarious. Moreover, she spoke with a foreign and strange new accent that very appealing to my eight year old ears. On our way home, I specifically remember mentioning to my dad that she was easily my favorite of all the people I met. Several months later, she and my father were married.

Growing up, I had a lot of amazing people to look up to, including my father. He was my hero and was always encouraging me to push myself and try new things. My father was in the military for many years and was a drill sergeant, so he was very good at persuading people to do things, my six year old self included. He taught me many lessons in life and has helped me grow as a person.

I have work experience with the Department of Youth Rehabilitative Services as a Family Crisis Therapist Intern (May 2016-August 2016). Duties include, but are not limited to working with clients and families to obtain social and background information involving income, education, religion, criminal, health, addiction, race or ethnicity. Information is used to help in determining eligibility of various social service needs and resources. Provide individual and group counseling to identify specific problems to aide in the development and implements of service/treatment plans. Maintain and document narrative case notes for data entry into an automated information system. Report progress and make recommendations to the court and staff.

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and

This summer, I had the opportunity to “recreate” my identity—to really “be myself”— when I went to a six-week residential summer program in Pittsburgh. As my parents saw me off at the airport, they cheerfully waved and said, “Be yourself and have fun!” And so I did—or tried to, at least. There, no one knew me, and I knew no one, so it was the ideal place for me to take a step back and reflect on who I was—to figure out who I was. There, I wasn’t the annoying, (apparently) haughty, and obnoxiously energetic “baby” of the Sato family. Nor was I the reserved, quiet high school student at AB, the soccer player, the piano player, the list goes on. I wanted to become someone completely different—my true self. But then, does that mean that all of these different versions of me were, in some way, fake?