The Importance Of Commitment To Moccasin Bend

It was early spring of 2013, and I decided to message a girl who I had heard a lot of amazing things about. Her name was Moriah Ebron, but I learned that she went by Mo instead. She was incredibly kind, and we had a lot in common. As the year went on, we learned more about each other and we wanted to meet in person. It was odd to me, having a best friend who lived so far away, but while her parents were planning a camping trip to Virginia, she was planning a visit to West Virginia. During the middle of fall, Mo started the journey from Delaware to West Virginia. It was early morning and I was at the Kingdom Hall when my friend Shannon, whom Mo was staying with, walked up to me and asked me to go outside with her. Once outside,

I attended school regularly, associating myself with the same group of friends. Social statues were not yet established at such a young age, although there was one girl in my class named Shanese who nobody ever seemed to associate themselves with. She was new to the school; quiet, unobtrusive and she always seemed to have a melancholy attitude. Similarly to many other students in the class, I disregarded Shanese and continued with my normal activities until one day when I decided to pursue my curiosity about this discreet girl. It was time for recess, and I told my other friends to go to the swings without me. Instead of following them, I made an effort to introduce myself to Shanese and invite her to the see-saw with me. She agreed, with a seemingly uncertain response, most likely because nobody had ever approached her in such a way. As we silently made our way through the tire pellets to

On Wednesday, October 11th a co-worker and I went to Washington Square to present the Assessment of Fair Housing AFH. We had a pretty small turnout, but everyone that attended seemed interested in the presentation and participated in the discussion afterwards. We asked if anyone had experienced any issues with fair housing in the past and if they were able to resolve it. One woman said, “I had an issue here and I have not been able to resolve it”. I asked her if she wanted to talk about it and she replied that she did not. A little later she leaned over to me and asked if she could talk to me after the presentation. I said yes of course and while we were packing up she was folding chairs as people left the meeting. One of the guys in

However, she seemed very interested in finding out what was going on with me. She asked what was going to school for, and why was I volunteering. In addition, she wanted to know if I was from Savannah, to see if I knew any of her grandchildren. I never met them any of them, I just knew about the schools they went too.

Her name was Monica Rosales I noticed right away that she was very open to me and nonverbal ques showed such as her hand placement and eye contact me; she was willing to be friendly to me. She was born on October 1995 in .We started out with asking about her culture she told me “My definition of culture is a set of ideas and beliefs that guide the actions of a group of people”. I was shocked to see such of a text book definition from her we both laughed. She was born in the U.S so her upbringing was common for the most part

The first meeting I attended was a closed NA meeting. It was held at a facility called the Conroe Club. This is a facility where different types of support group meetings are held throughout the day at varying times. Some of the meetings hosted at Conroe Club are NA, AA, Al Anon, and Co-Dependents Anonymous. The Club was a large trailer type building that was not in the best condition. As I walked into the building I noticed that many of the people outside smoking were much older than I was and were Caucasian. Upon entering the building I was greeted by several people who welcomed me and introduced themselves. I approached a middle aged Caucasian woman at a Dutch door who was selling snacks and drinks. I informed her that I was there to observe meetings for a school assignment. I told her what degree I was pursuing and what University I attended. She informed me that she thought it was awesome what I was doing however all of the six o’clock meetings were closed. She then instructed me to come back

She began to cry when I to explain to her some of the benefits she was entitled, she said no one ever share that with her. The thing about being in placement, information should be accessible and not on an “ask and we will then tell you” basis

The meeting I attended was held in Millersville University at Lehr Hall at 9:30 Am. I attended the meeting alone and was initially very hesitant and uncomfortable with the idea. At the beginning not unexpected occurred really happened. It appeared to be a very informal meeting that everyone seemed to already be acquainted. All the members directed each other by name and I was welcomed by, what seemed to be, a regular attendee as well as a new member. I sat down and initiated conversation with the member next to me. She informed me that she goes to multiple meetings and this was her first time at the specific location. She asked me of my major and other information. A member of the group, who seemed to be the

I noticed a woman in the seafood department looking over the selection of first. I walked toward here and got within one foot of touching her and said, “Hello” even though she saw me approaching, she jumped back as if she was startled. I continued to try to get closer to her as I asked which fish her thought was good. She walked to the other side of the shopping cart and put it between us. While I tried to be courteous and cheerful and non-threating, I couldn’t help but feel as though this woman was a little bit scared. She didn’t know how to react to my actions of wanting closes and closer proximity for our conversation. I also tried this experiment at my apartment complex. I went outside to the courtyard this afternoon and walked by a line of par benches. An older lady, perhaps someone’s grandmother, was sitting and watching the kids play in the sand box. I purposely sat down right beside this woman, almost touching her leg with mine. She jumped up and let out a small scream. I had frightened her. I slide over and apologized for my action. I went on to comment on “What a gorgeous day it was and how cute the kids were. This was a hard experiment to perform. People naturally want to keep their “Me space.” I found it hard to violate this space on both

We met for about 20 min. She was dressed appropriately for the weather. She wore a sweater, jacket, and long pants. She was Ox4. She made good eye contact throughout the session. She was engaging and friendly. Her mood was mildly anxious and depressed. Her affect was congruent. She had some insights about her situation; however, she had a limited insight about her own internal experiences.

We sat in the lobby on sofas and pews waiting to venture upstairs to meet the occupants of the center. We brought the women dinner and we were going to eat with them. We brought all the food to the kitchen and set the tables and chairs up. When first hearing about what we were going to be doing at the shelter I expected to be met with twenty to thirty women, but evidently only six ate with us. My advisory and I split between three tables and then the women joined us. At first no one was really talking because in reality we are all strangers and were not accompanied to each other, but as time went by we all began to warm up to each other. Two women joined our table, their names were Natalie and Jasmine. At first our table was silent, when we started up a conversation unfortunately Jasmine left and returned to her room. It came across that she was interested in talking with us, it became evident that she maybe felt uncomfortable talking about her situation and why she was in the transition center. Although I was disappointed initially I completely understood that she could have felt uncomfortable and did not want to talk to strangers about what was going on her

They were nowhere to be found. A group lounged by the doorway, but they were all dressed as if they were going to a nightclub, plus they all looked 5 years my senior (and were ludicrously good-looking), so it couldn’t be them. Hurriedly, I looked around for the people I was meant to be with. At first, I couldn’t see them, but then I glimpsed someone wearing a T-shirt of the group I was volunteering with and rushed over to her. She reassured me that she was there with the group too and that I wasn’t all that late. My first impression of her was that of an overbearing, annoying girl that I wanted to stay as far away from as physically possible. However, I later grew much closer to her, and looking back on our very first meeting now I can see that I often tend to judge people on the way I perceive them at first, instead of getting to know them and making judgements on characters rather than on first

I walked into the waiting room of the hospital I noticed a woman with blonde hair in a bun with a pink clip. She was average height and had an athletic built. She welcomed me with a handshake and we both sat down in the waiting room chairs. Her scrubs were neat and clean. She also wore a watch.

As I was walking towards building five on the back entrance next to building six and suddenly, I see her again sitting on my spot wearing the same winter clothing on Monday night. As she was waiting at the same time talking on the phone speaking in English and Spanish mixed up into Spanglish. It was terrible for me to listen her conversation even though she was talking pretty loud because the echo was reflecting the sound of her voice which I am sure she does not know that. Suddenly she kept on looking at me from her left side view as she was talking on the phone. It made me felt strange, but I just ignored it and continue minding my own business texting my friends and listening to music. After a while she hanged up the phone and walked up to me a bit closer and waved at me with a smile on her face while standing two feet away from me where I am sitting. I paused my music, put down my headphones and said “hello” back and smiled at her politely. She then blushes a bit and wanted to know my name and talked different kinds of stuff, but suddenly while we are talking it started raining and she got a call from her dad telling her that he just arrived to pick her up. As she was about to leave she wanted my phone number which I did and after that day I felt

I informed her that before I called her, I did some research in our system and I also talked with the Social Services Specialist/Certifier Case Manager, Donna.