Personal Narrative-The Mom's Point Of View

My mother, Amy Neuzil, has grit because she works hard everyday to get things done. She is the reason the word grit was invented. She stumbles out of bed every day at six a.m. Then she retrieves my sister, Madison, from her sleeping quarters and dresses her in the fanciest get-up you’ve ever seen. While she is completing that task, she also has to dress for work or college. While cramming a turkey sandwich, blueberries, and five or six bulky blocks of frosted plastic ice into a teeny tiny black insulated lunch bag. After she has finished that magic act, she is practically late for whatever she is trying to get to. So, she frantically gathers Madison into the Buick. Then she starts rushing back and forth through the front door, to grab

Since I was a kid, I had a ton of responsibilities, cleaning up after myself, doing chores, managing to not fight with my brother, although we fought all day everyday, but you know, it happens. One thing that I didn't know wasn't normal was parenting your parent. I go to school do all my class work and during recess and lunch I listened to all the other kids talk about going to the park after school and eating dinner together with their parents. When I got home from school, I had to do my homework and then take care of my mother. Bring her things she needed such as food, water, help her with many other simple everyday activities. Of course I wasn't the only one who was her “little helper” as she put it, my dad helped her and my older brother by two years,

for the past three years, my uncle began to fight for custody and then the mom did not allow the child any visiting. There are many reasons why he chose to fight for his daughter and they were personal, but definitely reasonable. At first the daughter still agreed to come back for the summer and always enjoyed her time. She would see her sibling, and enjoy camping. She never wanted to go back to her mom and always cried when she had to leave. Recently, the mom began brainwashing their daughter. The mom is extremely unhealthy and has chosen to do many inappropriate things which my uncle has proof of. The mom always tells the little girl to be nasty towards her father when they talk on the phone. She verbally spouts off words that an eleven year-old should not even know, while my uncle can hear the mother in the background telling hear what to say.

I woke up the next morning not remembering what happened the day before. I forgot where I was, who I was with and why I was here. I got up from my new bed, went into the bathroom and took a shower. Immediately after I got out, I hear “Elizabeth get down here now!” being screamed from the kitchen. I had no idea why I was being screamed at so I quickly got dressed, brushed my long blonde hair that went down to my waist to avoid knots in my hair, and ran downstairs, not wanting to upset my new foster parents. Walking into the kitchen, I see everyone in the family eating at the table, assuming I was the last person

That was the last thing I remember until I woke up in the ambulance and my mom was crying I was crying and the paramedics were asking me a whole bunch of questions.

I have for months been in apprehension that David would volunteer. Yet, joining the Army will be a terrible trial to me. He joined the Washington County Company commanded by Capt.Willet. They are now at Camp Cummings, the Fair ground. David sold his Pistol, got $25 for it, paid some of his little debts and we are preparing shirts with crochet work. He is very serious and deliberate about it, and the poor boy, he will be more so as the hardships thicken upon him. He was anxious to be called in.

For the first parent interview, I interviewed my friend Randy. The interview took place in the living room of my house. His daughter was present but was playing with my sister at the time of the interview. Randy is the father of a toddler girl who is three years old but will turn four soon. Randy was born in 1992, he is not married but is cohabiting with the mother of the child and his parents’ home. In addition, Randy works for a medical supplies company and has only completed high school. Moreover, when he had his first child and only child, he was 21 years old.

I just had a telephone conference with CH mother/Jessica Cahill. Parent inform his physician, Dr. Cardino, MD (GI). Starting on Monday, student will have to take medication before every meal and snack. (5 times a day) The medication is Sucride? Parent was not sure of the correct spelling. Parent was informed that we could administer the medication at school with her permission and physician’s order. Parent will come in on Monday to bring in the medication, doctor’s order and sign consent. There are no diest restrictions per mom, except that he is lactose intolerance and has “short Gut”. Parent is also taking student to a neurologist during the summer for an evaluation ton R/O ADHD, anxiety and depression. Informed parent to share the information

We drove for what seemed hours to my six year old self. When we arrived in the parking lot of the hospital, which I can never remember the name of, he told us why we were there. Lauren threw a fit, screaming and crying like someone was hurting her. She shouted “I never wanted him”. I believe that is still to this day the biggest lie she has ever told. We walked up to the big glass hospital doors, and straight through them to the elevator. I waited and waited for what seemed forever until the big silver doors opened, and my dad showed us which way to go. We walked past room after room listening to the crying and sometimes laughter. Finally, we got to the right room and we walked in. There sat my mother on a hospital bed. She didn’t seem hurt or in pain, but they said it was happening fast. At one point my mother’s father (Poppy) took us down to the cafe, and all I remember is that hospitals have very good spaghetti. My Poppy got a phone call and all of the sudden we were on the move, going through the halls like there was a fire we were trying to escape from. When we got back to my mother’s hospital room, everyone looked so upset; their faces, eyes and cheeks were red and

I thought she would never leave me, and especially under these circumstances. We lived in a house in Rogersville Missouri and there was a hole in the floor in the kitchen entering the back deck and pool I did not have a room because they said I did not deserve one. we had a living room with ugly green carpet and the walls looked like fake wood , then tammy and buddy (buddy was the person who did those things to me he is my 2nd adoptive moms, 2nd boyfriend, she only liked him cause he was wealthy I know by the sounds of the house it does not sound like it but they were doing a renovation , we had a boat two jet skis and we had a ford king ranch and a convertible Lexus) had a bedroom with an huge bed and a bathroom with paw prints on the

The day I almost died was the day my child came into this world. She came bursting into this world four weeks earlier than expected and it all started a week earlier. A simple checkup that resulted into an ultrasound, labor, and finally the moment I almost died.

Everything began when mum died. She wasn’t sick or had any terminal disease, she was in a terrible car crash. Whilst driving through an intersection a drunk driver decided he would go through during a red light. He crashed into the driver’s side of the car, where mum was. I got out of the crash with just a broken arm, mum didn’t. At first I thought she was just unconscious but as I took a proper look at her, I realised that wasn’t the case. She died on impact. I was rushed to the hospital, only to come out with a pathetic cast on my right arm. The paramedics looked at mum and with one look they could tell that she was already gone.

Have you ever had that one person that you wished would just disappear? I have, and that one person, well, she was my sister. I was two years older than her, and I began to take care of her when our parents died. They died three years ago, when I was eighteen, and they left my sister, Jess, to my care.

As part of my EDUC 2204 class, we are required to go out into the community and create experiences that enhance our own learning. The first lab I conducted was about understanding parental socialization by interviewing a parent. I had absolutely no desire to interview my own parent because I didn't want any questions or answers to feel biased or skewed. (I am sure I wouldn't agree with most of my mom's answers anyway). Instead, I chose to interview a former professor who I admire tremendously. Steven Hall was a professor at Idaho State University in the Department of English and Philosophy. He recently received a new title at ISU as part of the First Year Experience team. Mr. Hall will now be helping mentor first year students and assist them in their transition to university life. While in class, he had mentioned a few times about his young son and when the assignment came up, I knew who I wanted to interview.

Before I even had a chance, I started off as a statistic. My mother at the very young age of just