Personal Narrative: The Sale Of Sara Land

It was a quite a normal fall day out here in Louisiana. The year was 1930, my daughter and I had been out working in the barnyard. “Lauren, work faster the guest will be here soon for Thanksgiving dinner.” I exclaimed to Lauren as she was cleaning the pigsty. Soon we were to have our family and friends come to visit us for Thanksgiving. I don’t necessarily like having guest, since they’re always a lot of cleaning do. Actually, cleaning wasn’t the problem since we lived in a very small house out in the country. The problem was food was very scarce for us, so we worked extremely hard. You see, out here in Louisiana it wasn’t easy to be wealthy so half of the town was what you would call ‘poor’.We can’t provide them with a lot of food,

When people hear the word bay they think of the body of water. I think of my cousin. Rebecca Bay. Her tan skin. Her dark skin. All the skids on her knees. When we were nine she started to teach me to skateboard. When we were eleven she started to surf. She acts like her feet are never supposed to touch the ground, just hover close to it.

One Sunday afternoon, it was about the end of the strawberry season. Gabriel went to help a sharecropper that was sick and he couldn't do much on his own. When Gabriel got to the field, the owner demanded me ( as Panchito) and Gabriel to go on the back of the truck and help him unload the plow. The sharecropper order my older brother Gabriel to tie a string around his waist and my older brother Gabriel denied to do what was asked t, so he said "men don't pull plow the oxen does it for us" and the owner of the field got angry with Gabriel for not doing was he was asked to, then he started to yell at my brother. He said some terrible things to him and that made me sad and at that time i didn't know what to do so i just stayed quiet for the mean

In my sixth grade year I had a teacher named Mrs. Lambert. She was a great teacher and friend. Close to the end of the year we took an advanced math test to see how much we’ve learned. Unfortunately I wasn’t present the day the rest of my classmates took the test. The next day, my teacher was explaining to me that I had to take the test and so I did. When I received the test I quickly rushed through it. It wasn’t that I was being lazy. It was more that I already knew the material. When I was finished I was sure that I had done a great job. My teacher had told me that if the whole class got a good great then we were eligible for a prize. Then, my testing teacher told her that I didn’t use the rubric or the formula sheet. My home class teacher

In all the excitement and chaos of getting the first auction together, the committee had forgotten to have someone write the catalogue, and the deadline was the following Monday morning. My response was to bring the notes and a typewriter (it was 1982) to my place, and the catalogue would be written. For the next 24 hours, we wrote and typed the auction items. Jerry Kerns, the auction co-chair, arrived at 9 am on Saturday morning to deliver information on additional items, and found my apartment littered with piles of note cards arranged by category and several adult beverage cans here and there. On Monday morning the catalogue went to the press, and a great tradition took off. Since then, the auction has gone through a few transitions, but in the end, it has been a source of millions of dollars for Marian, a night of celebration, and an annual event for

It was the end of summer. People were everywhere in the town of morrisville. Sarah was a senior at Louis High, high school. Straight A student with honors. She loved to be on task but she has another side outside of school. She also loved to party, be out with her friends and other people. Many friends surrounded her from all over the school, nerds, populars, even the jocks. She had no idea what it was like to have no friends. At home her life was pretty complicated. Divorced parents, a sister and an Aunt that lived with her. Her aunt was like her other side, loved to party. The only problem with Sarah was that she couldn't find a boy that fit her standards. Every Time a boy would flirt, she would just send them away. If only she knew her dream boy was coming her way. As clueless as can be, Sarah would know soon what true love felt like.

Deep in the woods there was a cabin at the end of a long, winding driveway. The screens of the windows were flapping in the wind. The steps creaked with every footstep that Ruth Smith took. As she opened the door to her Grandpa’s cabin, she wondered why he had given her this dilapidated building in his will. Ruth looked around the cabin and said “This is going to take forever to get ready to sell.”

Recalling when my husband and I sold our first house, it’s apparent that emotional persuasion had an impact on the sale. Reminiscent of a fifties style box house, ours was a small bungalow in a young neighborhood filled with young families. Similar to the majority of homeowners in the area, it was our first home in a new subdivision filled with young families and people embarking on their life journeys. In the first few weeks of being listed, potential buyers flocked to preview it; however, interestingly, the couple who ultimately bought the property seemed more interested in their idealizations than truly in the house itself. Expectant with their first child, this was going to be their first purchased home. As she entered the house for

“We got a house with three bedrooms, a bathroom, a separate living room and dining room, a kitchen big enough for a table and chairs(saving mothers from solitary confinement), front and back garden, a coal house, inside and outside lavatory and wash house where people stored dolly tubs mangles, bikes, and

After going to law school there are many different options for potential jobs. One of the most demanding is the decision to strike out on our own and create your own firm. This is what our founder Sarah Ostahowski decided was right for her. She started her own firm just months after graduating law school at Thomas M. Cooley Law School and passing the bar exam.

Mrs. Price’s reaction makes me feel five and even more angry. In the hallway, I am fuming so I push her. She doesn’t expect it so she drops like a rock to the floor. She starts to cry and says, “ I hate that sweater too and am embarrassed that it belongs to me! It itches and smells like tomato juice!” All of the sudden, I feel really bad, and help her up. I decide to ask Phyllis if she wants to come to my house for my birthday party. She says, “Yes.”

In a town with three stop lights, two public parks, and one library, one might not think there is very much room for activities. On a hot summer day, the majority of the town gathered at the local watering hole, also known as the Baltimore Swimming Pool. On the other hand, in the brutal, frigid, Ohio winter time, all of the town’s people were either shoveling one another driveways, or sledding down the limited amount of hills in the flat, snow covered town. And those who weren’t out were in; stocking their wood burning stoves to keep warm. The only shopping that could be done was the purchases made at the Dollar General located on Main Street. There was a mill located right in the center of town that employed a large population of the community.

Jean McGuire works as a land salesperson for the company Sunrise Land Developers. Six months into the job, Jean has lost more than made sales for the company and is thinking about using the sales technique described by her boss. Other sales representative’s use it and have proven to be a success, however, it involves deceiving clients by giving misleading information, which Jean instinctively objects to. The technique is to make the interested client think that someone else is also interested in buying the same property, thus encouraged to buy before someone else does. Jean objects to this use of psychological manipulation; however she does not express her reservations to anyone for fear of endangering her job. The situation is more serious for Jean as she is also a single mother with two daughters to support, so it’s imperative that Jean provides the financial support they need. An ethical dilemma does exist in Jean’s situation with respect to the choices she faces; use the technique and improve her sales, remain loyal to the sales team and company or voice her objections and risk losing her job as well as much needed financial support for her family. This essay first discusses how Jean’s situation constitutes an ethical dilemma, followed by comparative analysis drawn from consequential perspectives of egoism and utilitarianism about the situation, then finally possible suggestions, based on my learning, that could help Jean in her decision making.

As a child, I was fascinated by stories about a farm in Harrison County, Maine, where my father spent his teenage years. Being raised on a farm seemed more interesting than growing up in the suburbs. About a year ago, I decided to explore what living on a farm was like. To get to Harrison County, I had to drive on Route 334, a surprisingly easy-to-drive, four-lane highway that had recently been built with matching state and federal funds. I turned into the dirt road leading to the farm and got out of my car. It had been washed and waxed for the occasion. Then I headed for a dirt-colored barn. Its roof was full of huge, rotted holes. As I rounded the bushes, I saw the house. It too was dirt-colored. Its paint must have worn off decades ago.

It’s the beginning of 2005. I’m working way too hard, which is not surprising considering I’m managing three service businesses and a handful of online projects. My real estate businesses are booming because I’d learned how to use the Internet to generate leads around the clock, but to be honest, I’m much better at marketing then I am at managing all the people it took to keep those things going.