Telling Family Story : A Short Story

Identify the person who has had the strongest influence on your family’s development. What made this individual

Another person who impacted me greatly is my grandfather. He was very supportive of my constant questioning, and he was always offering me an answer. He instilled a love of knowledge into me at a very young age. He taught me the importance of grades, but more than that he taught me to love the material- to love being taught. From making me form the habit of watching both the local and national news, to taking me with him to vote he made sure that I knew the importance of being both an informed and active citizen. He had a greater impact on me than any other person in my life.

My Name is Glenessa Young. We spoke at the end of the spring semester in regards to your Family Studies 201 course, section 101, held on Wednesday at 5:00PM - 7:40PM in room LA2114. I am currently waitlisted. My position on the waitlist is number one. I just wanted to inform you on the status. I am looking forward to attending the first lecture next week.

My family's experience and cultural history have presented me with multiple challenges in pursuing my educational goals. My parents suffered many hardships, they worked long shifts at night in terrible job conditions just because they didn’t have the education to get a better job. Those obstacles forged my characters and taught my family to embrace challenges, and not try to dodge it or complain about it. By observing the struggles of my parents, I learned the role of education in success at early age. Having parents who were not college educated and had little idea of how American schools worked was hard at times. I was presented with challenges in accomplishing my school obligations such homework and planning out to increase my education

Once upon a time there lived a young girl with her mother. She had everything she could have asked for but she was still unsatisfied and didn’t understand what her loved ones did for her. One day the young girl was walking around the local market when an old woman stopped her and said “ I offer you this magical ring for your beauty. It will grant you any wish you desire but you must choose carefully for this ring with grant you only one wish.”

“What a day!”, Jennifer thought to herself with a half smile as she studied the reflection looking back at her in the bathroom mirror. Standing there in her tiny apartment, she wondered how she managed to get so fortunate. Every day seemed a gift but did not take them lightly or for granted. Everywhere she went these days, people nodded appreciative greetings or went all out with full compliments. Sure she always tried to look her best, but even as she studied her own countenance, she did not deceive herself that she was in any way perfect. To her mind, metaphorically, being in her late forties definitely did not make her the prized eight ball in the rack of balls on the pool table. The odds were considerably high that she’d be one of if not the first ball to be struck by the cue ball and fall into one of the pockets out of play in every competitive game. Even if she survived a shot, she wouldn’t be on the table very long. And when it came down to it, her five-foot-six-inch one-hundred-thirteen-pound slender body and age appropriate yet sexy hair and face just recently happened, a weird phenomenon that mysteriously occurred perhaps from sheer force of willpower alone. She brushed her teeth and got set to shower while mulling over the events of that late afternoon. Three hours earlier, a stylish and handsome gray-haired distinguished looking man directed flirtatious charm at her, engaging her in conversation in line at a cookie kiosk in the mall. It felt good—and right. The

It was a cool evening at the beginning of summer. I was greeted at Anya’s house by Anya and Lily. We were super excited to set up a tent and camp on the back deck. Lily, was very happy because Anya and I were actually going to go camping at a sleepaway camp, but she didn't get to go. We strolled through the first floor, onto the deck. I set my backpack down on the chair and set the tent on the ground. We talked for awhile and decided that we should try to set up the ten before it got dark. We opened the tent bag and shook everything out. After sorting through everything in the bag we realized something… there were no poles. At first we were upset and didn't know what to do. Then, we decided to see if her neighbor (who was on the balcony nextdoor) had a tent. Anya yelled over and asked “Do you have a tent we can borrow?” Unfortunately, the she didn't have one. Unsure what to do, we went inside and asked her parents. They suggested a couple ways to put up the tent without poles, but we didn't think any would work. We went into the kitchen to talk and decided to ask some more neighbors. We walked outside and went door to door asking if they had a tent we could borrow. As we were about to give up, we noticed some kids across the street to the right of Anya’s house playing and throwing paper airplanes. We crossed the street and walked up the steps. We rang the doorbell and a young woman opened it (we think she was a babysitter), we asked her if they had a tent that we could use

This is a story about my sister Autumn having a baby boy named Steven. She lived in Jonesboro Arkansas with us all at home. Just her, my sister Breanna, my baby sister Jasmine, mom and dad. My mom is very kindhearted, enthusiastic, sweet, grateful, and caring. She is there to help us through everything. My dad is also as outstanding as my mom because he is very kind-hearted, courageous, strong, skillful, and extremely amusing. He is also there for everyone; makes the family smile, laughs, and cheering when we are down. He provides the truth through us even if it is not what we really want to hear, but that’s how our parents are, and always will be. But, besides our family, we lived in a big white house that didn’t have a really big yard, three bedrooms, a kitchen, bathroom, and living room. And on the outside of the house in Jonesboro, it is really busy and lots of traffic but most of the traffic is at five o'clock rush hour. It is a really busy town and a big town. But It has always just been us and that is just the way we have always lived. I had my own room, my sister Breanna and Autumn shared a room because my sister Autumn decides she was going to be moving out soon, and my parents shared a room. And my baby sister put her stuff in there room to but my baby sister slept where ever she passed out at. Also, we would all just hang around have fun at the house and everything but then one day My oldest sister said she needed to talk to us that night so we all were in the

I screamed so loud that my neighbors heard me as they were taking a walk. “Mom, Dad! Help me!” My dad rushed in from his room and looked at me with his mouth wide open. My mom sprinted up the stairs and put her hands to her mouth in shock.

I couldn’t believe Bub woke me up. I couldn’t believe Bub woke me up. Oopsie daisy sorry, I just woke up. He asked me help set up the party, for his OWN birthday. I couldn’t believe he had to set up his own birthday on the day it was. He was on his phone texting our cousin, george. “Howwww Niceeee!” He said, when he got a text! “You know what's nice...MY DREAM you interrupted!” He told me he was going to tug me out of bed. He was not kidding, he actually dragged me through the house, all the way outside. He grabbed a bunch-o-balloon party pack, and started blowing them up. I popped “em” with my tacs.”Good practice for my right arm.” I said sarcastically. I got up because I was bored.I started to wonder off. Bub grabbed me before I could do anything though. I asked him if we could play ”bolleyball.”

When I was a young girl my Uncle Brian passed, his death leaving a drastic impact on my family. But the thing that affected my family the most was that his wife took away all we had left of my uncle, my younger cousin. Family relationships have always been a very significant part of my childhood and having one of our own taken from us, added just another hardship to our lives.

The day my family and I moved here to Moreno Valley I never expected the things I would learn and how much I would change. I was around ten when my family decided to pack up and move from our home in Santa Ana. We came here around winter and we never experienced so much cold. before. We were so surprised that even the water in the garden hose was frozen.

When I first heard the news, I wasn’t shocked. Rather guilty and sad. As I sat in the car thinking about the past few months, I was filled with regret. All the memories came rushing through my head as I sob. I wonder why I made the choices to do that.

Waiting until her husband, Jerry left for work before she showered, dancing around the room wearing only her underwear, Marlene whispered. “I am a lucky woman, a great husband that provides exceptional well for me and the out two children, Ashley and Mark. What more could I ask for?”After spending ten minutes choosing the perfect pants, shoes and top for the day, it was time to finish her makeup, before putting on her jewelry. Looking in the tray sitting on the dresser for her favorite earrings, but they were not there. Knowing where she always put her jewel each night when she took them each night. Shocked, they were not on the dresser where she left them, she said, “Oh, shit, Jerry will kill me if I lost those damned earrings again. I know I laid them on the dresser.” Looking around on the floor and under the bed, she was unable to find them.

One of my favorite places to go as a kid was to the reservoir with my family. We would start packing a few days before we left then my brother and I would go to school on a Friday then afterwards we would go camping. Every time I would hurry home because I was so ready to go camping. When I was little I felt like my family and I went camping everyday even though it wasn’t. I have so many memories from camping and there so funny.