Personal Narrative: Wendi Briseno

There was an eerie silence as she walked down the corridor. Click clack click clack.. The sound of her footsteps echoed off the walls. She glanced out the window, the clouds were rolling in a deep black front. The trees were contorting from the wind, flashes of lightning illuminate her face. Those soft, caring eyes, and gorgeous brown hair. The epitome of perfection. She quickly pulls herself away from the window, she can't be distracted. Not now. Patient 13 had escaped and she was the only staff in. tick.. tick.. tick.. tick.. Time was running out, she had to find the patient before the storm hit. She had checked every floor except for this one; floor #2. Something seemed different about this floor to her. There was something off. There was no humming of equipment like there would normally be. Just silence. Rooms 210-224 were empty and untouched. All the sheets

She always had interest in health and gradually became more passionate about helping others and helping solve whatever problem they may be facing and that’s something I really admire about her. She willing to help whenever she has the opportunity. She had always had a huge passion for learning and reading. Reading is one thing she did a ton with me when I was younger and she really pushed for her kids to know that reading is a very important need in life. She is also very passionate about her family and making sure she attends all events. My mom has taught me through my life to find something you are passionate about and follow through with whatever that might

My name was called eighth and my hands trembled as I walked into the cramped room. The floor and walls were covered in light blue tile and there was a slight scent of filth and dirt, but it was concealed by the overwhelming smell of bleach. Standing in front of me was an average looking petite woman with greying brown hair in a lab coat and two hairy, burly men in light blue doctor’s scrubs, they all looked menacing, which did not help with my concerns and in that moment I knew my fears were justified.

Even though my mother does not do everything in every department of the building, her job is included in the privileges Social Services has in giving support to those who are hungry, sick, single with children, elderly, blind, parent less, and many more. My mother takes pride in her job keeping the following words in mind “a simple smile could brighten someone's day.”

Ike crossed his arms and leaned against the pallid plaster wall behind the pharmacy counter. He checked his watch with a scowl and continued to listlessly fan himself. Glaring in dismay at the broken air conditioner, stacked on top of the chipped wooden window sill, Ike cursed the sticky heat under his breath. The pastel posters that complemented the chalk blue walls to the lounge were ripped along the corners and stained from years of negligence to decoration. Ike swung his legs over the countertop and hopped to the floor, his heels clicked against the dull linoleum tiles. Sauntering to the center of the lobby, a whiff of humid air and the stench of something moldy and rotting caught Ike’s attention. Distracted by the putrid odor, the young

She wore sweatpants and a huge sweatshirt with some slides she had gotten almost three years ago. Her hair was thrown up unbrushed into a bun and she didn’t put much effort into brushing her teeth. She grabbed her bag and a water. She decided to walk to school blasting her music thinking of the awful day ahead of her. She managed to make it through wednesday. When she arrived back home her mother was dressed with the car keys in her hand, Aspen asked “mom where are you going?” her mother explained today was the first day of therapy for Aspen. She rolled her eyes and ran to her room. “Aspen we have to go put your shoes on and meet me in the car, oh and wear something presentable please.”. Aspen screamed into her pillow and then put new clothes on and shoes and grabbed yet another water and headed towards her mother's

I met a lady from here who could pass as someone that I know twin that I want to have sex with, but haven't. She is only a couple years younger and has the same body as her along with the same hair color and eyes. We talked for a while and I told her that she could be the lady I want to have sex with twin, she smiled really big, told me how hot she thought it would be if she role played the lady I want to fuck that could be her twin. We fucked off and on for 4 or 5 hours that night I cam hard a few times and her bed was soaking wet from her squirting so much because we both got in to her role playing the lady I want to fuck! This was Sun 12/7/15 the lady I want to fuck. I'll be seeing Wed. 12/9/15. Needless to say my dick will be rock hard

Hospitals are never a good thing. The smell of antiseptic and coffee filling your nostrils as soon as you step on to the bare wards, swarmed by doctors and patients but no liveliness in the room. Plain walls, blue privacy sheets, the sound of people’s lives beeping around the room. I begin to falter towards the window beside the women that I never thought I would have to live without. My mouth is drying up, as if the moisture is transferring to my eyes as I begin to hold back the tears.

Walking down the long and narrow hallway to see my father, only emphasized the uneasiness and anxiety of being in a hospital. Finally we had found our way through the labyrinth-like layout of the hospital, unto the Intensive Care Unit. Into the ICU through the large door, all the patients’ rooms were adjacent to one another. At the center were desks at which nurses and doctors would input each and every patients’ data and process paperwork while periodically checking up on all of the patients around-the-clock.

As she walked down the hall confidently, none of the nurses on staff batted an eye in her direction for they all recognized her as the gangly, self-destructive girl that they mended many times in the past. Even though the center wasn’t large, it was easy to find room 4B due to the group of large men huddled just outside.

While she was in school, she allowed me to assist her in her studies. I found everything that she studied absolutely fascinating. Upon graduation, my mother worked as a charge nurse at the local DaVita Dialysis Center. I would often volunteer at the dialysis clinic throughout my high school and college career. The patients would often tell me their life stories and would praise my mother because of how much better she made their day. They told me that seeing her in the building was the highlight of their day, because they knew that she would not only make the day more fun, but she would also keep them alive. Because of this, my mother has served as my inspiration for pursuing a career in medicine.

“I don’t know why she did this to me,”Christopher whimpered to himself, stuck on the fourth floor. “I just hope no one ever goes through what I went through. Then they get thrown up in this old, rundown room, with white tile, that smells like the corridors of a hospital from all the chemicals and cleaning supplies she uses to cover up her mess, like me.” Christopher

If anything describes my mom, it’s the phase “in sickness and in health” (parallelism) because no matter if you are sick, healthy, thriving or struggling (parallelism), my mom is there with anything she can do to help you. Some of my very first memories of my mom from elementary school is her showing just how compassionate she is. When I was in elementary school, I wanted to be in a Girl Scouts troop but there was none in my school. My mom became not only my troop leader, but ran three troops at the same time, so anyone at my elementary could be involved despite their age. These children coming into her Girl Scouts troops were complete strangers and she still opened our house to everyone and accommodated anyone who wanted to join. My mom’s compassion is not just saved for strangers but also for her family. Growing up, my mom sacrificed having time with dad as they worked opposite shifts to make sure I was never left

The young woman was in noticeable distress. Her dark brown hair was matted, her brow was furrowed and she was clearly out of breath. The dark blue jeans she wore clung tightly to her legs. A light grey, wool sweater accompanied by a long black overcoat hung all the way down to her knees. To top it all off, she had on a small grey knitted toque and two leather black gloves to keep her small body warm in these cold winter months. Her tiny round face was covered in miniature freckles and her worried blue eyes wandered all around as she entered the building looking for reception. It smelled like mint and soap and the lighting was dim given two of the overhead lights had burnt out. Since she was aware that she was already behind schedule and did not want to push this office's day back any further,

My mom is another extraordinary figure that has demonstrated me what’s the correct way to treat a young lady, be respectful and be responsible at all times. My mom has served in the community as well through back then she used to work in Burger King where she made hamburgers for the people in the community purchasing them. She left a great impacted at Burger King because now the manager told her if she ever needs a place to work again she will be received with opens hand on demonstrating