Possible To Come Back After School: Personal Narrative

I will officially be home for the summer and ready to work on Thursday, May 4. At that time, I will gladly work all day every day for the rest of summer.

As I start my first semester as an official registered nurse on the road to earning my bachelor degree. I can’t help but think of the challenges I will have to overcome along the way. Many RN’s may have fears of returning back to school after a long break, that is not the case for me. I earned my associate’s degree in May 2016. So returning back to school is as if I didn’t leave. Except this time it will be more time consuming and I will have to learn how to balance each role I play a little more strategically.

It was an warm sunny day I was dabbing it ,four boys were strolling down woods street. There four boys names were Mac,dope boy ,devin and Shaddy. Devin was the smartest one out of all of them hood boys,the rest was the same.Devin was ready to start his own business selling shoes.Dope boy,Mac and Shaddy were going on the wrong path selling drugs,robbing and beating up people. Devin would hang around with them often and conversed with them, but he would not do any bad things. Mac has been a dad already, he had to take care of his 2 year old. Dope boy had an older brother, but, he go shoot a couple weeks ago. Dope boy was reckless, everyone was scared of him even his own mother feared for his life .Shaddy was the slickest one out of all of then, he would get away with everything he did.Shaddy was a only child ,no mother, no father living with his grandparents and living in the worst part of town.

It is pretty cool that you had the same teacher for three years and that you liked her. It is nice to be reminded that there are teachers who care so much about their students and it is sweet that she wrote you letters over summer break. She is definitely a teacher that leaves a memorable impression on her students. It is too bad that college was a lot more difficult than you expected, but congratulations on deciding to go back and finish. I honestly do not know if I would be able to go back to school after stopping, however, maybe after discovering that I need an education in order to move up in my career then possibly my opinion would be different. I agree that this program is a lot of work, yet there is no doubt that it pays off.

The hum of fans, the spinning of the disk in its tray. Sitting on my soccer ball beanbag chair that I got for my 11th birthday with a controller in my hands. As a kid, in Washington state, on school days we were not allowed to play video games during the week. Summer was the break from school and the time for lots and I mean lots of video games.  Before I could hit that power button, I had to do something I despised, hated, and avoided like it was the plague. I… had… to… read.

"I'm so glad we can finally move into an actual house than an apartment." Kyle Sapienti, soon to be Stump, smiled and said. He traced the date on the calendar behind Patrick. September ninth, two thousand fifteen. Kyle moved away from it then grabbed the last bag of his from the apartment and packed it into his car. Patrick was taking Kyle's car with him because his car was already at the new house.

It’s never too late. These are words I whole heartedly believe. A year and a half ago I decided to go back school to study nursing. Coincidentally, a week after I enrolled in classes I found out I was ten weeks pregnant. As any woman would I had my doubts about whether I could handle going to school and now being pregnant. But then I thought, I now had even more of a reason to go back. I would soon have a child who would be looking up to me. I wanted to be able to set a good example for them. I started attending classes in the fall as a part time student. Considering I had not been in school for over ten years the transition was a lot easier than I had thought it would be. My teachers were nice as well as my classmates. I finished a semester

Looking back at my high school years I would say it was not easy. I was not the person I am today, I was careless and dull. I wasn't concerned about my standards or entity. The start of high school is the most critical year that will set your GPA for the future. Raising your GPA will not be an easy thing to do. As for me I had started out with a moderate GPA, but throughout the rest of my high school years I had to work very hard to bring it back up.

I was laying on my fluffy bed thinking about what I should do before going back to “uh” school. I absolutely despise going to school from everyone not liking me to rules and directions and, my super popular older brother and sister Heacter and Winter. What made it worse was that Then I remembered that there were posters all over school before spring break saying that there was going to be a party today across town at 4pm. I rolled over to see that my clock yelling 3:30pm and, that I needed to go. I realised that there was no way I was going to make it in time and, being two hours late would not work out. There was only one thing that I could do. I ran all over the house until I found Heacter and Winter.

Returning to school is a big step and an even bigger decision. So many things have thrown me off in going to college. Between deaths, finances, and work, I never thought about having the time for it. I have put off college for almost 2 years now, which is entirely too long for me. I have decided to go to college at this juncture in my life because of personal, emotional reasons, and to better my education.

The boy told you what he was going to do- had his plan laid out and all. You took it as a joke, not ever thinking he would have killed three of your best friends along with four other people, and one just so happens to be your brother. What if you could have prevented that? What if you told a trusted adult ahead of time? What if you would have talked to the boy himself? A lot of teens ask these questions whenever it’s already too late. We don’t tend to think about things like that though because we never want to think that we could be involved in the situation. We say, “Oh, no big deal. He probably told someone else the same thing too. They’ll take care of it if they think it’s something serious.” The truth is, according to research within

“I remember a big, dark cloud coming across the sky in the middle of the day.” recalls Sean Syverson. Sean was about ten years old at the time and lived in Kendrick, ID. He lived out in the woods with his parents and two siblings which were both younger than him.

My head bobbed in the water while the calm water moved up and down and back and forth in a constant wave. Before I could react, my head went under, held down by two large hands wrapped around my neck. Screaming, clawing, and kicking, I fought whoever pushed me farther down, my efforts futile. My hands latched onto those of my attacker; my hair swirled across my field of vision. The air escaped as water filled my lungs, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. More and more water weighed me down, hundreds and thousands of feet deep. My body gave out; fighting back became a lost cause. Tighter and tighter, the hands squeezed. Breathing was impossible.

It was a typical Friday...at least that's what I thought. Then my mom pulled out of school early

The origin of my family gave rise to the perfect storm that created a tumultuous path for my educational goals. As a young boy, my mother would fondly retell the story of her days in school in Villa Union, Durango, Mexico. Her time in school was brief, for she only completed up to the sixth grade. Unlike most typical modest rural town Mexican kids, my mother’s reason for stopping school at a young age wasn’t the lack of monetary means, on the other hand that of an uneducated mother (my grandmother) that believed that young women that stayed in school were only there to flirt and to meet with boys. In light of that my mom would argue and fight with my grandmother over this, she would struggle to persuade my grandfather to letting her attend school, however to no avail. “Grandpa remained brainwashed by grandma” she would say, my mom mentioned that my grandmother would lie to my grandfather in reference to my mother’s activities in and out of school. “Grandma would tell grandpa that she had seen me holding hands with boys, she knew that would outrage grandpa” she sadly explained. As time passed my mother resigned to the idea of school, and started helping my grandfather out in his bakery by taking care of the bookkeeping.