Personal Narrative: The Change Room

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

The agency that I visited for my placement is called Positive Change Academy. This academy is located in Wilmington Delaware. Wilmington Delaware is a city where about 17,000 of its residents are living below the poverty level. Positive Change is an alternative school for children in 1st through 8th grade. Children are enrolled in this school usually due to behavioral issues. The goal is to equip the children with the appropriate resources to help reintegrate them all back into public, or private schooling systems. I had the pleasure of interviewing with Mr. Miller: Director of Education. Mr. Miller stated that he is basically the assistant principal at the school.

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Elementary school, for most people, is the easiest few years of school they’ll ever encounter. For me though, it was an uphill battle of trying to learn and fit in. Being diagnosed with a learning disability in second grade, I struggled to keep up with my classmates and my teacher’s expectations. By the third grade, I was put into the resource room all day instead of being allowed to stay in my classroom with accommodations. At the time, my teacher was a first-year teacher fresh out of college and because of my learning disability, she decided it was easier to put me in the resource room all day than to work with my accommodations. Ideally, the resource room is there to help students with disability’s

- my chest is going to collapse.. maybe more emotionally than physically but it all feels as if the pain is real and can always be felt.

Pure desperation is vomiting behind public dumpsters, or stealing laxatives from Target; it is shoving food into your pockets and your hair, hoping no one witnessed you scraping the butter from you slice of toast, storing the excess behind your fingernails. It is wearing ankle weights to yearly physicals, donating blood to “shed a few quick pounds”, and bringing plastic sandwich bags to Thanksgiving dinner to avoid eating the beautifully prepared meal. I was ten years old when I read that I could eat whatever I wanted without gaining weight, permitted that I was willing to carry a toothbrush around in my bag. Little did I know at the time that my playing with such dangerous behavior would then lead to my brain waging war against my body, a series of battles that I would consistently lose over the course of the next nine years.

The Change-Readiness Assessment was right on point on most of the scores. After adding my scores, I started asking questions. In fact, I thought I was going to score high in all but for optimism, but I was wrong. The resourceful, confidence, and passion/drive score reminded me of my first job as a sales associate. It was mandatory for all to make monthly sales goals and it was tough associate in my location since our location was a dead shopping center. Even though I was not doing badly, I was bored stiff. Something terrible happened in one of our busy high volume stores and due to that, our District Manager fired everybody in that store. He reached out to all the other store locations close by for Spanish speaking volunteers to work in that

Every morning we would be waken up by 7 AM. Breakfast was served by 7:30, and we had to have our lunches made before breakfast.

John looked at the clock and saw there was twelve minutes remaining in the half. He scanned the opposing team. All of them standing two inches taller and weighing 20 to 100 more pounds. He was nervous to see his first varsity time at center. He knew he was in for a battle. I was in the same situation sophomore year when I became the starter after five games. When I became the varsity center I transitioned to an adult because I later became more involved in my community, became tougher mentally, and became the first starter as a sophomore in my family.

It was a bright and sunny day on June 3, 1995. Such a good day that I was in the mood to become something different, something that no one would expect to become, but what I had in mind wasn’t what I was hoping for. It was nice out and Brandon and I had some unfinished business we needed to take care of. We got mad at each other earlier that day, got into a big fight and ended up messing up moms’ big day. On top of that, he blamed the whole thing on me which I can never forgive him for, but I can also never forget what happened to Brandon.

Hi Ms. Reese, You probably don’t remember me and to be completely honest, I couldn’t care less if you did. But it’s me, Jasmine. You had me as a student when I was in 5th grade at Whittier Elementary. I know, you’re probably wondering, Why on earth are you private messaging me?

Friedrich Hayek stated, “What is most urgently needed in most parts of the world is a through sweeping-away of the obstacles of free growth.” Change is a heavy and formidable force that you either participate in or stand by and watch as it unravels--no inbetween. Change is raft that you jump into to cross an aggressive river stream--life. Some distrust and fear unhindered growth. They chose to remain on shore, complacent in the familiarity of the life they know. Some--my ancestors--are not averse to change; they jump in, paddles in hand. They leap into the raft, embracing unobstructed change and the subsequent tools of human innovation that emerge. This is no easy feat, but each time the raft slows down with enough time for its riders to catch their

Two years ago, on the last day of sixth grade, I was a happy-go-lucky kid who had no idea that my fate would turn my world around. On the last day of school, I say my goodbyes and head for my bus. I scan the room for an empty seat when I spot Melissa. Sixth grade was her first year at Bedminster. She seemed pretty boring, so I twiddled my thumbs for a while. However, sitting next to her made me think about what it would be like to move. To simply drop everything, leave your friends, neighbors, and the comfort of your hometown, and move. Melissa seems to be coping well, she made many friends and she seems like a happy girl. For me, even just the topic of moving away from Bedminster had been an utter nightmare. I bring my attention back to Melissa and she smiles at me and says five words that have stuck with me to this day. “Change can be good sometimes.” That day was the last day of sixth grade, and little did I know, the rest of the

My whole life I’ve always looked up to my dad as the way I’ll plan my life, but I am who I am today because of my grandparents. They impacted my life in such a way; it changed my whole meaning of life. Opening their life to change to help the change that happened in my life with my sisters.