Personal Narrative: Working Under So Much Strength

Imagine being at the peak of your high school career, personally, academically, and athletically. For me, that was my sophomore year. I was selected to be on the homecoming court, I won a free class ring, and a free corsage and boutonniere for prom. I was on my way to a 4.0 grade point average. I was pulled up to Varsity basketball, I became the 100 meter hurdle regional champion, and I qualified for two events at the Division 4 State meet for track and field. In one split second, a clip of a hurdle, that was over. My first race of the day was the preliminary 100 meter hurdles. Once the race started, I was calm, focused, and determined. I was starting to make my way up to the front of the pack when I clipped my trail leg on the eighth hurdle.

Have you ever met someone so stubborn that obsesses over any petty problem and can never admit to be wrong? If the word that comes to mind is uptight then YES! I’ve been called that all my life, I’m not proud of it but I also hate to admit it. On the other hand I’m at least trying to mend my ways, since I have noticed that it has only gotten me into trouble. Thus, I consider myself a step ahead of Mattie since she can't move on from the stage of denial. I was also told by my dad I was probably never getting married and I was okay with that as a tom boy at the age of thirteen. But then I met boys and quickly changed that perspective, still Mattie never did- not even at fifty years old! Does that

My field experience was in Ms. Felkins third grade classroom at Washington Elementary School. The class there are nineteen students total, nine boys and ten girls. There are two different ethnic groups in the class, four African American students and fifteen white students. Additionally, there are three students who go to a resource room throughout the day for academic instruction. One of the students goes to the resource room for thirty-minute increments throughout the day. Three students go to a small reading group each day to work on reading skills.

This day was busy, but I was able to help out more by checking patients in and checking them out this time around. Felt a lot more comfortable with the system and interacting with the clients and their pets. This was my last day working in the front, I enjoyed working with Leonore and the rest of the staff in the front but, I am very excited to work in the back to get hands on experience working with the technician’s and the doctor’s.

I would be an outstanding student in Spelman College's faculty classes because I am hard worker. My work has always came first even when I had experienced a big transition in my life I didn't allow that to stop me from doing my work. My work was always a outlet for me to express myself and to show my teachers how I really think. For instance, in my English Composition Class we read a poem called "I Want A Wife by Judy Brady" then we read a book named "Fences by August Wilson", and one day we were in class discussing the poem in the book and it shocked my teacher when I made the connection between the two. I thought my teacher made us read "I want a wife" because in the book "Fences" the main character named Troy expected everything in that

As I worked there longer I met someone who suddenly assumed we were best buds. He would constantly want to hang out at work, but he was one of those take it too far people. In this job we worked with box cutters and would play around with his like a real knife thinking it was funny. One day I had enough and this guy and he said something that just made me want to knock him out. That little cricket on my shoulder always told me don’t do it man. You need this job more than his face needs your fist and thank goodness I was able to walk away.

I worked at a Starbucks in the mornings and did my intern work in the afternoons/evenings. It was a good system, though sometimes it would be a little close when I went overtime in the mornings. I still made it to “second work” on time (usually), which was good, since it was the whole reason I was in Cali. I was pretty busy for most of the day, but that was good, because I like to keep busy. I knew that if I wasn’t working I would probably be at home doing nothing, so my schedule was fine.

I was able to get back to working like nothing had happen but unfortunately my session had end for my first term. I had been in contact with my professors about the issues and trying to get caught up but time was up and I was unable to do so. I then thought I was going to have a great next term starting in the summer of 2015. I began off strong doing well like the first term, then work started to intensify. I began working later and later. I was clearing over 40 hours almost every week and coming home just to sleep. I normally work from 9am to 6pm, but with late kids, preparing for the fall classes for the kids and moving rooms around I was working more like 8am to 7pm sometimes 8 am to 8pm. So when I came home to do school work I be so exhausted that I was able to do bits and pieces of it never was able to fully dedicate myself to the school work like I was suppose to.

My husband was laid off from a project that was expected to run for a year. A new boss came in, and with him were an array of workers he can't abandon. To make the story reluctantly brief, my husband was out of work.

harder things. If that goes well then I might change it to every day. If I succeed in doing my challenge then I’ll reward myself in some manner, most likely by hanging out with friends and doing something a little more special with them. My first challenge will be talking to someone I don’t know on the bus or at the store. After that, I’ll think of my next challenge for next week and so on making each new week progressively more

It’s pitch black, no one can see anything, when all of a sudden one bright spot light glistens brighter than the sun. There I am standing right under it, it’s my time to shine, and show my team that I am willing to put forth my best effort and bring us all to victory. I am competing in one of the most intense sports there is to play, dance. As a matter of fact, dance is the one thing that takes me out of my real life and puts me into a fantasy.

I think I went through this latest challenge because I likely took on too much work, in such a short period of time. During this time as I was getting more and more stressed out, I isolate myself and stay inside my head. I stopped communicating with my parents about my feelings. This always seems to be one of the first things I do, when I start struggling in a situation; stop talking to my support system. However, after a week of feeling this way and my mom prodding me into opening up to her (because she could tell something was wrong), I finally picked up the phone and called.

I’d have to say that this may just be the busiest time of my life honestly. I mean prior to returning to school and taking these classes there was a brief stint where I began working two jobs. However that period was more of a transition and did not last very long as once I became permanent at the newer job I was able to let the other go. However as I am now fitting SNHU classes into my schedule I’ve realized that lately I haven’t really had a schedule. It was more so just a race to get to work and a race to get home. The only thing that was scheduled was getting out the house by 6am with the hopes of getting to work by 8am and getting home “as soon as I could” my 5o’clock dash is serious, it seems some days my commute to work is like having

As my role as a member of the group, what was done was Adding on to others' points, and needed improvement was my role work. Adding on to others' points was done well due to the amount of effort was given in finding connections with their points and mine, then eventually either stating text evidence to add on to their opinions or stating my idea and how it adds

In my life path, my family, friends, and interests create an unending circle, much like a charm bracelet. My family creates the clasp that serves as a strong foundation, and holds my life together. My friends serve as the chain that connects me to my interests and hobbies. My hobbies and interests make me unique, just like a charm bracelet. Without the clasp, chain, or charms, my life bracelet would be