Personal Narrative: Selling At The Boys And Girls Club

A club that I had always wanted to be apart of since my freshman year of highschool was The Beta Club.

Maybe I was too little, or maybe I was too short, but either way I did not make the jump. In the second grade I was your average eight year old, who always wore her hair in ponytails, and enjoyed playing tag at recess. One day I saw the fifth graders on the monkey bars at recess doing something I had never seen before, they were jumping to the fourth bar. I waited untill Kids Inc. that day to try the jump, but it was no use I was acting like a scared baby.

Many people do community service, in and out of school. However, many haven't had the event opportunities I've had in the past. For this reason I am grateful for being a member of Key Club. Through my Key Club experience I have been able to assist families who have had to dealt with cancer and abuse. In the month of October alone, I have been able to to attend two walks for cancer. The first walk I attended was the Annual Believe Walk, hosted at Redlands. Waking up at 4:30am and volunteering with such an amazing organization might have been one of the most rewarding experiences I’ve had the pleasure to experience. The second was the Light the Night Leukemia and Lymphoma Walk, hosted at Fontana. Attending this walk was a different experience

When I was four years old, I wasn’t paying attention to my parents and as they were walking into a store, they left me behind. I remember really wanting a Barbie bicycle and I had been distracted. I was then left alone inside of Rockingham Mall and since I was only four, I didn’t know what to do. At first, I started panicking and looking around the mall. I remember seeing a lot of people walking by and it was a really busy day. So then I started to cry and I walked around the mall all by myself. I was on the second floor at that time so I went down the stairs, which I tripped on. I had hit my hand badly and it was bleeding. That’s when I started to cry. I then walked around the mall crying until I reached one of the exits.

Throughout high school, I continuously explored a wide variety of courses in an attempt to figure out what career path I may want to pursue. As senior year drew closer, the business field became more enticing. Furthermore, my aspirations were significantly impacted on the evening of September 14, 2016. I woke up that day and left for school as if it were any other day. After school, I drove to the softball field because we had a game and it just so happened to be Senior Night: the last home game. When it came time for my first at bat, I stepped up to the plate and hit a line drive between the first and second basemen, successfully making it to first base. The next player up to bat hit a double; I rounded second and sprinted for third. I clearly remember my coach kneeling on the ground to signal me to slide into third base. For some unknown reason, I hesitated and slid too late. I knew it was a bad slide, but I was focusing on whether or not I was safe. Then reality set in, I was safe, but I was not physically capable of standing up.

On May 1st, 2016 I hit the jackpot when I got hired at one of the two businesses in Findlay that wasn’t Food Service, and actually hired teenagers. Plus I got to be out on the lake and get paid for it. I thought, why not? What could go wrong? So, I got up in the morning, got dressed, and drove the two miles to work. When I pulled into the parking lot, a Jeep was there waiting for me with an older woman in it. She introduced herself as Brenda, and I learned that she would be training me. I walked with Brenda into the Marina’s main building to clock in by grabbing my time card and using a machine to stamp the time and date on it. Then, I made the fourth of a mile walk down to the water where the gas dock is. During the walk, Brenda told be about

“How much more do we need?” I asked as my sister counting the money. My sister replied in frowny face, “We still need 300 dollars more to pay the rent.” “You have to work under our father’s name in his company to compensate for the income loss. Five dollars an hour in Utshob.com is helping us. You got to work in our father’s factory.” She left the bedroom in upset.

As of 2011, my connection to the Big Brothers Big Sisters organization is through my big brother, Tom Griffin. During my free time, I enjoy playing my two favourite instruments, the violin and piano. These two instruments intrigue me because of their complexity and difficulty to play. Some of my hobbies include: maintaining my violin, creating electrical circuits and systems, photography and finally, troubleshooting and repairing everyday items. Maintaining my violin includes correctly positioning several key components that help with tone and correct sound transfer, tuning the strings, making minor adjustments to maximize its longevity, and cleaning the violin. I have always found that creating circuits from simple electrical components give

I am a member of Key Club, which is an high school organization that helps the local community. I joined this club to spend time to volunteer and also have the opportunity to give back to the community. Each month, there is a hour long meeting, which the members attend and we come up with project ideas to build a better community. Our club has food drives and we collect clothes to give to donation centers. Being a part of Key Club I also got the opportunity to volunteer with VFW which was one of the best experiences. Also, I volunteer at the Sikh Temple, which is a place to worship for Sikh people. However, people from all faiths and backgrounds are welcome to come and attend. Some of my activities include assisting to cook food for the people

The first day of summer has just begun. That means that I get to work at the record shop all day with Sylvain! If it isn't apparent, I love Sylvain. The way his brown hair glows in the sun is spectacular, and his brown eyes shine like the stars at night. He can make any outfit look sophisticated. Oh, I have to stop thinking about him! I'm going to be late for work!

On December 10th I had the pleasure of going with my best friend to the Bronx Museum of Art to visit the Holiday Pop Up Market. While visiting the museum I stopped by the Lit Bar booth and met with Noelle Santos. Noelle was dressed in t shirt with Corduroy Bear stamped on it and a warm heart. She greeted us with a bright smile and began to explain each display that she had up. It ranged from blind books to umbrellas in a wine shaped bottle. She explained that wanted to open a Lit Bar in the Bronx because the borough lacked true bookstore besides the Barnes & Nobles located in the Bay Plaza all. She started this journey back when the city released a statement that they were going to close the Barnes & Nobles due to lease issues. After telling

I was quick with my actions as I plummeted myself into my crapload of a car. I scurried to the sign with a rush of hope. “This guy must be demented.” I thought as I read the ad for myself. And there it was, an 8 million dollar offer for the retrieval of some old man’s beloved pet. What kind of person has that type of dough? As I remembered my current situation, It hit me that I had no time to think about this. I was trekking to this guy’s house to see for myself what the genuine reason was.

In my previous position, I was a Multi-Channel Sales Associate at Best Buy. The job required me to assist customers in the store and over the phones. Though my store was always very busy because of the location, during the holiday season the traffic of customers could get was very hectic in both areas. Some of my responsibilities over the phone were to research product prices, features, availability in other stores, set up deliveries, conduct sales as well as manage and resolve customer disputes. In the store, I performed cashier duties, assisted with the completion of credit card applications, verified inventory, and maintained an organized work space. Holiday hours started at four in the morning and sometimes twelve-hour shifts were mandatory.

During my eighth grade year at Fifer Middle School in Camden, Delaware, I served as the president for my school's Business Professionals of America (BPA) chapter. I competed under "website design" in which my group and I designed a website that would represent our school's Special Olympics organization. Though our work allowed us to enter the finals in the regional competition, we did not place high enough to attend the national competition. However, my club supervisor at the time arranged my group to spectate the competitions at Orlando. I was not notified of this opportunity and was told that I was unable to attend due to problematic arrangements at the hotel. Though I do understand that hotel arrangements may have been difficult if I were

In the past, I knew summer was ending when my tan faded from Burnt Umber to Light Gold. But as the mother of a 12-year old, the lazy days of summer are officially over when the back-to-school sales start. It's a rite of passage for every American family. As my daughter Madie and I walked into the Super Walmart at Parmer and IH-35 shortly after 9 am, we blended into a sea of other parents and children who seemed to follow the same, silent command – go forth and shop for school stuff. Now, there is no denying the communal feeling that grows quickly among strangers with a shared goal, whether it's surviving a Zombie invasion or shopping for washable markers, it's the sense that we're all in this adventure together. Upon entering the store, I spotted the table with the school supply lists, and to my surprise, another