Personal Narrative: Section Leader

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

P: Timothy will recognize existing feelings of anger, discover the origins of such feelings, and find alternative ways to ease, express, and resolve such feelings.

I have shown leadership throughout my time at Lincoln High School. When I was a trumpet section leader, I had to encourage the section to try their hardest and not give up halfway through the day. When our band director told us to run to our spots, I ran to my spot and encourage others that were lagging behind to hurry up. As a trumpet section leader, I encouraged others to memorize their music by being one of the first to complete all my music memorization tests. I show academic leadership by completing my assignments early.

Today we began the day with a field manager discussion on conversation rates and door completion. We trained on pacing during GOTV and effective re-knocking to increase our number of conversations. As the rest of the team joined in for training on the overall mindset canvassing before and even potentially during the debate along with voter fatigue at doors. We also briefed drivers on avoiding the highways due to the amount of traffic and closed exits. We then transitioned into a discussion on messaging and how to incorporate different words to attract voters into the group as ‘we’ and ‘us’. We broke into crews for rap practice and headed to lunch, then turf. During mid check-ins, no issues were recorded, but the team was finding a lot of not homes. Canvassers arrived and started to debrief

After a challenging move from De Pere to Sturgeon Bay between my freshman and sophomore year, I can officially say that I have adapted well to my new community. In the beginning of sophomore year, one of my goals was to become as involved in my new high school as I was my old high school. I have accomplished that by becoming a part of the soccer team and joining a variety of clubs that all mean a lot to me. For example, A-Team works with other students that have learning disabilities to make social interaction a little more comfortable. In my opinion, creating a better learning environment for them not only benefits all of the students in that environment but it feels really rewarding.

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.

For me to become a leaders at Chowan I would do the best of my ability to lead and show character upon the Chowan student body and the faculty. I will show honesty by following what I was taught in high school “‘Thy shalt not lie, cheat or steal”. I will go by the Honor code “I have neither given nor received help on this work nor have I witnessed anyone else do the same.” For example One time I challenged my self was when I was duck hunting with my grandfather in Currituck, NC. There was a debate going on with the Navy and the local farmers across eastern North Carolina. I made my own decision, back in North Carolina there was a protest going on it was called “No OLF” which meant No Outlying Landing Field. The government was trying to build

On 10/30/2017, I Deputy Mignone #95 was assigned to Intake/Release. At approximately 1600 hours, I was called to cell HD-6 to assist with giving an inmate his medication. I met my supervisor Sergeant Johnson #150 along with multiple other officer. I witness inmate Matthew Spradlin standing in the cell with feces on his head and face. Inmate Spradlin stated that he had been eating his own feces and drinking his own urine. I was informed that Dr. Dahner had ordered a shot due to inmate Spradlin’s behavior.

I am always exercising Leadership in and outside of school. I have always led or motivated others. For example, I am the Alto Section Leader in Chorus here at school. Every time I am with the Chorus, I am doing my best to help my section improve. I always try to find solutions to the problems we face. Another example is at my church. My Father and I teach a class at my church. We teach 4th and 5th graders who haven't made all of their sacraments at the right age.

Until I reached high school, my parents never stressed about college. They never talked about college and majors or even scholarships. Moreover, I believed college was a dream, something that I shouldn’t pay much attention to. However, I desired to attend college, and at that time I assumed I would major in a math or science, or even become an engineer. My assumptions grew from my sister, who planned on being an engineer. When I entered high school, my sister began to stress about my education after high school to my parents considering her dream that I would become a success compared to her. Since my mother wasn’t informed on how our college system works in terms of how to apply and the importance of majors, she truly believed my sister’s

On 12/29/17 I met Ms. Becquette at the office of Dr. Saleh. She arrived ambulating with crutches. She had on an ankle brace and a full leg brace. The pin sites have all healed. X-rays done today showed that there is bone healing, the fractures have not fully healed yet, there is also some osteopenia, which we would expect from the dis- use of the bones. She can only bend her knee to 26 degrees, the ankle she cannot bend it is dropped and contracted, and she is able to wiggle her toes. The numbness she has had to the leg and foot is gone. The EMG has not been done yet because of Mom's schedule. She said she would call and make an appointment soon. Physical therapy is making some improvement. Dr. Saleh said he wants her to work really hard in therapy, he said it would be a last resort to go in and release the adhesions to the knee and the Achilles tendon for the ankle. Dr. Saleh said he feels she can work through this. She is allowed to bear weight as tolerated. The new brace has not arrived yet and is supposed to be in next week. We did address the attendant care and Mom was hesitant to decrease to 8 hours a day. Ms. Becquette will be going back to public school on 1/19/18. Physical therapy will continue even after her return to school.

I always find myself staring blankly at my computer screen. The cursor flashes, mocking me, and the only word I have written is ‘the.’ I close my eyes, trying to think of all the things I did over the summer and in the past four years, and somehow, my mind only draws up the lyrics to Beyonce’s “Run the World.”

I caused Greg to break his hand without any remorse at the time. Greg was a high school acquaintance who tended to bully me. He was significantly taller, stronger and more athletic; therefore physically bullying me wasn’t much effort for him. When I heard he was coming to work at the warehouse, I wasn’t particularly happy about it. The warehouse contained boxes from multiple suppliers. Some were really thick and some were really thin. They all contained books, though some were heavy text books while others were light weight paper backs. All workers with experience knew which boxes were heavy, which had thick soft cardboard as a box, and which were encased in thin cardboard. I waited until Greg stopped by with his working partner for

My life began in Manhattan, New York in January of the year 1977. I was born to a 21 year old Irish American mother, Catherine Cunningham, and a 60 year old Sicilian American father, Anthony Perniciaro. My parents came from very different backgrounds. My mother’s family was relatively wealthy and affluent. My father was born and raised in Brooklyn. His parents were extremely poor immigrants that were seriously affected by the Great Depression. My father was a bricklayer and an artist when he met my mother, who was just starting her life, being only a few years out of high school.

It was a cold autumn morning when I heard the news coming from my alarm clock radio. Two people had won the lottery winnings from yesterday's drawing. They get to split a great prize, both people got to take home over 3 million dollars. I have been playing the lottery for about ten years now, I have only won three or four thousand, hoping to hit it big. For eight years I have been cleaning and cooking in a half kitchen with dinette. The small apartment had that smell as if something had been wet and moldy. I have had to listen through paper thin walls of, shouting, fighting, and the occasional grunts from some dirty old man upstairs. The constant running trains echo inside the entire apartment building. The living room was just big enough for