Personal Narrative: The Elder Receiver

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.

“Casey, your group needs to do the stunt one more time!” coach said imprudently. It happened March 26, 2015; it was at the end of a two hour practice. During the summer months in South Georgia, it is utterly hot and humid, especially in our cheer gym (a warehouse with no air conditioner); it only has two heavy-duty fans and a roll-up door. With this in mind, my group became slightly irritated. Everyone was exhausted; nevertheless we still had to do the stunt anyway.

Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

I’d had many mini-lifelines thrown my way, none turned out to be the life-altering, ground shaking beneath me, and gates to opening up “heaven”, though. To me, I’d blame it on the different ways I came off to strangers, depends on the day, I could be a multitude of characters, but never latch onto the following of others. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted my lifeline to latch onto, the problem was, I was like a fishing net with a gaping hole--incapable of doing such things. Then, the last person I expected to, stepped up and accepted the challenge.

“Hey you want to drive”, my step-dad yelled over the loud engine of blue grizzly 4x4 quad I yelled “yes!!”, so as I got one the quad I put on my helmet and fased the strap on the same color helmet.

On Nov. 30th, as our family was eating dinner, Kaelynn told us that Mrs. Doolin had told her at lunch to "sit her ass down" when she told her she needed to use the restroom. Approx 2 months ago, Kaelynn needed to use the restroom and Mrs. Doolin told her "no this is lunch time and you need to eat your lunch" Kaelynn told her again that she needed to use the restroom and that she needed to poop badly, Mrs. Doolin told Kaelynn that she needed to eat her lunch first then she could go to the bathroom. I took this issue to Mrs. Flynn to which she asked Mrs. Doolin about the issue and she stated she did not remember. This is the 2nd incident we've encountered with Mrs. Doolin.

- 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.

Six consecutive second place, Science Fair trophies sit in the deepest, darkest, most isolated place in my house... my closet. Upon entering the closet, I’m automatically overwhelmed with a horrifying stench, a mixture of plastic, metal, and disappointment, also known as second place. Once the scent enters the nasal cavity, it immediately calls war upon the cerebellum, attacking strongly and injuring the motor cortex, thus creating a chill to run through my body, leaving me powerless and without words. After the chill, next follows the noise. Mockingly congratulates me, whispering “great job, you almost had it,” oh the humanity; “second place” repeatedly echoes in my ear until I escape the closet.

In a political climate today that is defined by hyper-partisanship, a confluence of factors have led my political leanings to lean left of center but center around a moderate outlook. As I grew up in a family with a Democratic mother and a Republican father, I often understand the logic of both sides. While many times political parties attempt to claim a moral ideological superiority, I believe that all people have their own experiences and opinions that justify their leanings. For me, a person’s political ideology is not a factor that defines one’s personality or character. Among my friends, I am often hesitant to initiate political discussion unless I have known the person for a long period of time. While politics

Sometimes becoming elderly does not mean losing everything, and not being able to walk and do things. It can mean you grow frail yes, however it does means growing wise, smart and being able to cherish your life, looking back on the things that you once loved so dearly. I chose to write this paper on my Lee Manor resident Jean. She is a very smart lady that has many different aspects to her. She is slowly deteriorating, but has never once turned rude. She wanders a lot, and is on a variety of different medications, but that has not stopped her from anything. This paper will talk about the different ways that we can try to help her, and will show the reader a little bit about her life.

I spoke with Shawn yesterday before I left and was received with some push back from him. I mentioned to him that I had walked by portable grilling and the displays still have not been tied down form yours and mine previous conversation. In return he stated that he didn’t think they needed to be tired down and where was that even mentioned. I told him it was a safety issue that’s why I was mentioning it. He said he didn’t think a little tiny portable grill needed to be. I mentioned then the tall webers and smokers, what about them and asked him if he cared if a customer would get hurt by tipping one of the shelf onto themselves. I also mentioned that I had mentioned this to Bill the LP from Hannibal and he would be checking it also.

My mom and I loved the movie. It was neat to see a Western movie 'cause you really don't see those much any more.

Yesterday I had a full practical driving test. I went in prepared and happy. However, in the beginning of the test as I was identifying hazards my driving test coordinator wasn't pleased with how I was listing them and told me to change the way I was speaking. She said this twice, and on the second time she said this she said that this was my "last warning". For example I was saying, "Making sure that the oncoming car stays on it's right, as I stay on my left", and she very forcefully wanted me to say, "Keeping an eye on the oncoming cars..." This I found frustrating as "Making sure", and "Keeping an eye", are quite synonymous to each other. Also, I have taken my defensive driving course, gone on a drive with a

I sat by the kitchen counter trembling as I felt my anxiety building up inside of me. The sight of my mother standing across from me was gradually lost in a blurred image as tears started to well up in my eyes. In an instant, I was torn away from the world I knew where there was no pain or suffering; in that world my friends, family, and myself were untouchable. My perfect world was replaced with an adult reality, a place in which anyone is vulnerable to evil or injustice, and to my surprise that included children like me.