Sophomomes Narrative

The sparks fly in the air, there are marshmallows in your hair, and you’re with your favorite people in the world. This is called the best place on earth, for me at least. I enjoy camping so very much, you meet new people, experience different things, make new memories, and have a blast. You also see new sights, smell some things, and always wake up to the birds singing and not the bustling streets of the city. Camping is my go to activity.

I never thought that I would be saving someone life from drowning. That was until my friends and I did help someone. Which was something that happened very fast.

I transferred to Spokane Falls Community College Summer of 2013 from Big Bend Community College with a rocky college academic track record I would admit due to personal issues and laziness but that’s beside the point I straightened out at Spokane Falls. So when I transferred in I was told that I did not need an advisor along with that I would not be assigned one due to Spokane Falls policy that a transfer student with 30 or more credits do not get assigned an advisor along with not having there transfer credits inputted into the degree audit system but to use the schools degree work worksheet as pretty much your holly bible and it’s what the whole school goes by along with what you need to take and the only way you well be able to take which I should mention first off because this is the whole point of my argument with everyone is that there is nothing any were on that degree sheet or any forms or paper work on the college campus that says you need a pre-algebra to graduate. However it does say you need a QSR which I did take and pass PHIL&120. I have tried to reach out to everybody on campus I have even escalated up to both the Vice-President’s with them once again saying I am wrong and that I should have taken

It’s Thursday, September 15 my supervisor Sherry Smith calls me into her office and tells me I have to go to Northwest Miami-Dade to evaluate a family of four. The first thing that comes into my mind is, “Oh great another Hispanic family.” She explains that there have been several domestic abuse complaints and they need me to be there by 6 o’clock today. I look at the time and it’s already 4:50 PM. Our office is in Fort Lauderdale; all I can think about is the traffic while making assumptions of the family. The last thing she ends with is, “Call me if you need me, I don’t want another melt-down.” In my last journal entry, I wrote about how I was in Northwest Miami-Dade and I had my third Hispanic family, but our values didn’t coincide even

Hello ladies and gentlemen, I would like to thank you on behave of the defense for your time and amount of attention you gave in this case, and we really appreciate it. My client Mr. Sohappy, a hero by the Native Americans but an enemy by the American. Mr. Sohappy is an honest man with heavy core cultural values. He believed in sticking to ones roots to succeed in life. Mr. Sohappy was charge for allegedly poaching fish out of season, which led to a year in prison and now brings us here together today. I’m happy to say after today we all will go home with a clear conscious and completed the right action.

The district counters that giving credit for the classes is the same as accepting transfer credits from private schools. (based on Zorach c. Clausen and Smith v. Smith)

In my future, I would like to have a career in the medical field as either a radiologist or an anesthesiologist. I have decided to pursue this career since I have always loved science and enjoyed helping people.One of the most challenging things that have happened to me occurred last year. Before last year I attended Step of Faith Christian Academy I never went to public school or moved. Until the summer after my sophomore year when I moved to Georgia only half an hour away from my hometown in South Carolina. However, my credits did not transfer. Since this happened, at the beginning of my junior year I was entered into the computer system as a freshman. I went from having 14.5 credits to having 5.5. I was enrolled in South Effingham High School’s credit recovery program where I could take online classes at my own pass throughout the year in order to catch up.

Enclosed is an official Transcript from Massasoit Community College informing that I have earned three (3.00) credits after successfully completing a math course that was offer at my Highs School (Brockton High) affiliated with this institution. As stated on the transcript, the course I took was Into to Statistics, and in addition to college credit, I was also offered AP credit towards my High School GPA. I have thoroughly reviewed Suffolk’s credit transfer policy; therefore, I am sending this transcript in hopes to obtain college credit and, if possible, move into a higher Math class (E.g. Freshman Calculus AB or any other math course that you deem suitable).

What is the American dream? A house on a hill and a boat by the lake? A family of a husband, wife, son, and a daughter? Most people have the luxury of having something similar to that. I grew up without a father ever being in my life. I feel as if I understand the pros and cons of not having a fatherly figure to look up to, but for the most part I do not think it has affected me in a good or bad way. The lessons that I have learned are lessons that I carried into elementary school, middle school, high school, and now college.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt once stated, “the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” This quote is a historical quote from World War II; however to me, its significance goes farther than that. This quote is the story of my transition from a child to an adult. I had a phobia of addressing large crowds; the fact that everyone’s attention would be on me was abashing. This was true until I reflected on how my phobia was keeping me back from a lot of opportunities, such as class presentations and future public speaking events. After deep reflection, I made the courageous decision to audition to speak at my eighth grade promotion ceremony. This was quite a leap for an introvert such as myself; however, I persevered my way through the audition and won the role as the MC. The valiant decision to speak at my promotion ceremony has shaped who I am and what I am able to accomplish today.

This post was probably my worst semester of college and I have no excuse for how things turned out with my classes. I'm not going to blame my job or my home life as it was me who failed and I have no one else to point the finger at. I had tried to pass the remedial math course five times previously and I started to lose hope that this one course would hold me back from finishing school. This hopelessness carried into my other courses because at the time I truly believed it was pointless to try in other courses if I can't pass this class that's been haunting since I started attending college.

In this autoethnoGraphic narrative study, I relay my lived experience of being a Black female art educator in a high school and the obstacles in gathering diverse art education materials on race and gender. The absence of Black female artists artwork in the K-12 art education classroom fits within a broader array expounding on the White gaze and the differences of how we look and how we see people. Therefore, this study is informed by the literature and theories related to the White gaze of Black women, feminist art education, and intersectionality (Collins 2000, Lorde, 2014; Thornton & Zambrana, 2017; Jonet, 2012). In the field of Black feminist thought, intersectionality details the lived experience of Black women that is different from

In high school, I was what I call a "shmoozer". Talking my way in and out of things is just what I'm good at. My eighteenth birthday fell on a Thursday, which happened to be a school night. I planned to go downtown with my friends but came across an obstacle when my best friends mother said no. I knew there was only one option- I had to "shmooze" my best friends mom. I used ethos to show my emotions. I nearly cried in front of her, explaining how important turning eighteen was; after all, it is the start of adulthood. My emotions were more than visible to her. It was my sad tone of my voice and persuasion that got me exactly what I wanted.

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.

It is also assumed that the act of telling a story can provide insight into past, present and future events (Espinoza, 1997). By going through this process, individuals can find the importance of certain events and assign roles to people who are a part of their story. This act can allow a client to find new meaning and understanding to their reality (Espinoza, 1997). Not only is a