Personal Narrative: How Miss Soar Changed My Life

Even though my daughter became upset that we were running late, I ran around the house trying to get her ready for homecoming. As I was rushing my daughter out of the house, a neighbor stopped by and asked to borrow my laptop. I had forgotten my laptop at work after my coworker stopped me. After dropping my daughter off at homecoming, I drove thirty minutes back to work and picked up my laptop to please my neighbor.

My mother had given me the news a couple days later: I would spend the school year at my grandma’s house. I raced around the house cheering. I was ecstatic. I loved Mima.

We were best friends since first grade, or at least I was her best friend when she wanted me to be. I was always friends with her, but she would dump me in an instant for someone better as she always said, “you’re my bestie.” Every time I heard her say that last year I would go home and cry my eyes out of my mom. She signed up to do dodgeball with me and when I went to do it she didn’t want to anymore and left me. Finally I couldn’t take it any more so I sat at a different table at lunch and she TOLD me, not asked me, to come sit back with her. When I said that I could sit where I wanted she was so ticked at me.

Waking up on a Sunday morning was routine, each Sunday I’d get up at Seven-thirty in the morning and get dressed. Running around last minute trying to get makeup on I realized my sister wasn 't even out of bed yet. So heading over to her room, I found her with the bed covers over her face. I remember pestering my sister to get up and finally she flipped over the covers. Achieving the goal of waking her up, I turned around to leave the room when she said, “I crashed the car.”

Despite cautious remarks of working with gang members - two weeks into the program - I felt connected to the regular families who showed up for the SNL activities. One family in particular stood out as proof that I had made an impact, the Rodriguez family. Richard, their twelve-year-old son openly expressed his future as one being doomed for failure. Richard began telling me about his life:

The theme of Anne’s diary is “you never know what you have until you lose it.” I believe that this is an appropriate theme for the story because at the beginning of the story Anne talks of her great house, great family, great friends, her boyfriend, how good she is at school, how much she enjoys the outside world, but when they have to go into hiding, she loses it all. They have to move out of their house, to go to and live in an attic for two years. Her family starts to argue all the time, judge each other, not have each others backs, and always looking for a way to get at each other. She has to move away from her boyfriend.

When they got home from the baby doctor Abbi and I asked her what the baby was and she said it is a girl. Kelby was pretty sad that it wasn’t a boy, but Maddie was so happy that it was a girl.

“In that case, I’m not going to call the cops. However, this is my cabin now and my realtor is on her way over here to sell it. I’ll allow you a couple days to get your stuff together and then you’ll need to leave.” I said and then sat on the couch opposite to the chair she was knitting in.

I am going to share my flashbulb memory of when my mother died and how losing a parent changed me forever. My World Was Shattered When I Heard the News It was a dreary Saturday morning with a cloudy overcast. At 19 years old, I was navigating my way through my first semester of an intensive nursing program.

My mom finished elementary school and high school, but never went to college, I'm sure my mom wanted to go to college, but couldn't so she's pushing my sister and I to do well in high school and graduate so that we can go to college and get good paying jobs. Another difficult event my mother went through was when my mom lost her job and she was home all the time cleaning and cooking dinner before we got home and since my mom lost her job we were on food stamps so we would get a certain amount every week and we had to spend it wisely and had to try to get everything we really needed and forget about things we didn't necessarily need. For the holidays my mom signed up for this thing called Santa GIrls where she had to write me and my sisters names and our age and every Christmas ladies would could to our door with a bag full of toys that was meant for kids our age to play with I was happy that my mom did what she could to get gifts for my sister and I because we were in a difficult time. A terrible thing happened this year and my mom was really really

One of my favorite childhood activity was field day each year in school towards the end of the year I wouldn’t miss this day for nothing. My grandmother used to work at the school, so I kind of had a lead way with not getting in a lot of trouble. One day my grandma had told my cousin Teighlor to sit in the office until she got back, but she left looking for her. When she couldn 't find her she had walked all the way home up Superior hill. One thing we had learned was to never talk to strangers so when a lady offered her a ride she told her no and the lady had followed her home to make sure that was her house.

The reporting party (RP) stated on 4/8/16 the foster mother met twice to discuss Joseph Baker (14yr) whom she is the paternal aunt and guardian. The foster parent first met with RP at 9:15AM to discuss Joseph 's class ditching. Joseph stated he didn 't want to go home and agreed to go to class for the remainder of the day. The foster mother was contacted in the early afternoon when Joseph was found hanging out behind the school. Joseph ran away from and hid after being instructed to come to the office to wait for his aunt.

"Cassandraaaaaaaa" her mother called from downstairs, "Are all your things ready

Wednesday 18th September 2009 2 days left and it’s the weekend again, seems to be flying by thing are looking up though I’ve been invited to a party on Saturday quite a few people are going only a few I actually know. Mom thinks it’ll be good for me to go and actually socialise, unsure what she means by that but I’m up to my neck in homework I should probably get started with that if I really want to go, my history teacher is a total cow and will kill me if I don’t get it done, think I’ll start it now

Jenny was extremely curious after that and wanted answers; so the next summer she went to that exact camp to get the answers she has been longing for. While she was at the camp, she was trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together; everyday she got closer. She started to figure out who Liza was friends with and what she did everyday at the camp.