Personal Narrative: The Shelby County Public Library

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.

My work with the Freehold Public Library has been a huge part of my life, as I have volunteered there since I was 12 years old. I have grown up with the library, and my experiences with the library, whether it as a volunteer or a customer, are very important to me. I started volunteering for summer programs at the library. I then joined the Teen Library Committee and did service projects for the community as a part of it throughout the year. I also encouraged my brother and a friend to join the Teen Library Committee with me. As a part of this group, I have been able to do service projects for a wide variety of causes, such as making food for a local soup kitchen, making dog treats to donate, and making cards for those stationed overseas or in the hospital. In 8th grade, as a part of National Junior Honor Society, I wrote a grant for the library to expand their young adult collection. I spent months talking to Mrs. Kathy about the public library system and the issues that this library faces

It has come to my knowledge that in order to join cross country I would need to go to the summer program. Due to being in summer school for Geometry(for two semesters), and my mother wanting to get the most out of the summer athletics program signed me up for tennis. This was due to tennis despite being right after summer school was in a time zone that I could attend, on the other hand cross country was held in the later half of the summer a time that my family dedicated for a mix of vacations and christian camps; and because of the various events would make it so I couldn't come to a good portion of the cross country program, making it the worse of two choices. However, because I am now unable to go to the summer program I was hoping if I

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 am ecstatic to begin my journey in nursing school. There are a few things one would need to know to determine just how passionate I am. The subjects that make me most excited are people that have inspired me, past experiences with online classes, and the possibility to challenge my mind within the classes I am taking. As I begin to think about elaborating these points I feel enthusiastic for my future. I cannot believe nursing school is finally here!

The library was my Pandora’s Box, and it allowed me to escape into places and ideas far removed from what I thought to be a banal existence in a small historic village in the Appalachian Mountains. My youthful rebellions, and inquisitiveness, though often misguided and misplaced, were not to be tempered in my adult life. As a high school student I was emboldened by an

That moment, thirteen years ago, was the moment that changed everything. I was young, at only 22 years old, and filled with excitement for the new job that began only one week prior. The typical first day jitters were beginning to settle, though I still felt new and quite anxious. My desire to fit in, make new friends, and to impress my peers radiated through me. I was on a mission to excel in my new role. Little did I know, when I began that day, my naive self would be in for a rude awakening. I would soon be discriminated against.

Since elementary school I have exhibited a talent for writing. What started out as mere ten page stories about cats hunting mice or Greek Gods turning people into blob fish expanded into publishing a four hundred page long summer camp murder mystery as an eBook with my friend Henry in eighth grade. Over the years I have become more passionate about my writing, and over the years my grammar and writing style have grown tremendously. Looking back at the book I helped write in eighth grade I can’t help but cringe at the mistakes we missed and dull language we used. If I had written the eBook at the level I am now it would have been much longer, extremely detailed, and correct grammar wise. I realize the story could be leagues better, so I’m currently

In elementary school the two best days of the month were the day the bookmobile visited our school and the day the Scholastic Book order arrived. Our small, five-room schoolhouse had a limited library, but once a month new titles were within my grasp. The Maine State Library bookmobile, a huge delivery van lined with bookshelves, would roll into the parking lot, and class by class we would climb the steps into the mini-library to select a book to check out for the month. This day was only outdone by the day the Scholastic Book order

The minister is currently looking for a new place for the church to be located in. He shared, "I found several places near my house, one was 10 minutes away from the current church location by car."The minister has been searching for 2 months diligently for this new home for the body of believers in Denver. Pastor Thomas will be registered soon at OU, but currently he isn't. "Now things are quite busy here. I will pray about that, and when My co-worker returns from Dover for Kbers training, I will have more help at the church." Shared the Pastor.

It was a blasé Saturday evening when twenty-four year old Christopher Jackson was driving home from an extensive day of work. Fortunately, the drive from his work to his abode was only a five minute drive. Christopher was anxious to get home because he was planning on reading a book. Most people could not relate to Christopher’s obsession with books. He was a true bookworm. Once at his house, Christopher quickly pulled into his driveway and parked the car. He then walked into his two-story house and went straight to his personal library to pick a book to read. Christopher’s eyes scanned down every aisle of his library. His library was in perfect alphabetic order, and he had twenty-two aisles of, as he believed it to be, bliss. His library

In this mahogany library sat a child. This child was not me. Rather, it was my brother who spent all of his formative years reading. He read everything he could get his hands on. Since I was young, I have always been astounded by the speed at which he reads. I suppose he followed in my mother’s footsteps, who often calmed her nerves after a long day of work with one of her many murder mystery novels. My sister and little brother also indulged in the gift of literature. I, however, followed more in the footsteps of my father. Of course, I

On a regular weekend excursion to the library, my family and I would walk into the Arcadia Public Library. My parents and sister would head off to the children’s section, while I would break off and head

It was a curious little library with a little old lady at the librarian’s desk stamping due dates on books. The library was full of wonder, and the woman had a sense of eerie mystery to her. I avoided the desk area trying not to be noticed so I couldn’t be questioned or look suspicious. I took the first aisle I saw and ended up in a section titled “Nonfiction: H.” A book with

I was making my daily trip to the library. But today was different and I could sense it from the start. Usually I go into the section titled Young Adults but today I went to the Mystery section. On an ordinary day, I usually am very fastidious about my books. Today marked a new day, a new day when I would start to expand the genres I read. I pranced throughout the pervasive bookshelves looking at the Nancy Drew books which have received great notoriety but none of them seemed to catch my eye. I thought to myself "I want to read something different! Some sort of phenomena!" Having been interested by the books, I lost track of time. Somehow I managed to miss the announcement saying "Everyone evacuate the