Personal Narrative: Jessica Feeney Day

My visit with Stefanie Ammiano, NP was terrific. The members of the staff were kind, professional and efficient. Stefanie saw me with very little wait time. She did a complete interview and assessment of my body. All of her suggestions were appropriate and thoughtful. She listened to my concern and addressed every one of them. Being a medical professional, I am very critical of the medical care I receive and I was over 100% satisfied with my experience. Her care and bedside manner are fantastic. I highly recommend.

Lani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area. I didn’t know how many people were getting shot. I just knew it’s not good and that we have to be careful. At first, the campus was like we are unsure, just be careful, and then it took some time till I finally got an email that said stay on campus and were held there for about two hours, I just kept recording.

It 's Izabella Katz. My mother bought me a beautiful diary as gift for my my 18th birthday almost two years ago and this is my fist time using it.It 's new year thanks to God and I 've never kept a diary before but with all of the events that have happened to me and everything currently occurring, I knew I couldn 't forget anything and if anyone else found this book, I wanted them to hear my story. I 'm just an average 19 year old girl who loves writing and literature and has had a lot of things happen to me in these past crazy decade. However, before we get in to the present, I want to shed some light on those 10 years. It all started when I born in Kisvarda, Hungary on May 28, 1924 to two loving but devout Jewish parents and one of eight

excited about what the future holds and all the possibilities God had planned for me. I can’t wait

When I think about the person I am today I think about the people that have helped raise me. We all grow up with different experiences, environments, lifestyles, and people in our lives who help shape who we are. One person that has made a big impact in my life would be my nana and her name is Bea Wilson. She has been in my life since the moment I was born. My nana has shown me that you can make something good out of bad situation.

Vivian Key is four years old and halfway through scarfing down a bowl of applesauce when her mother says, “Vivvy, don’t play with your food.”

Over a year ago my Aunt Bernadette and my Uncle Glenn got divorced. My Aunt didn’t take it very well, but to the rest of my family it didn’t come as much of a surprise. They were always fighting with each other over petty things and didn’t get along. However, my Aunt couldn’t accept that she was part of the problem, so she decided to push the blame onto someone else. That someone being my Grandmother. She said that my Grandma was too involved in their relationship. My Aunt thought that my Grandmother calling them and wanting to see them was driving a fork in her marriage. My Aunt accusing my Grandma is similar to when the girls were screaming out people they claimed to have seen walking with the devil in Act one of the play. The girls were all watching as Tituba was giving up names of people she saw with the devil. Seeing her being praised for gave Abby the idea to confess and then accuse people as well, which caused all the other girls to do the same. Tituba and the girls accused others to make themselves look better, just like my Aunt did. My Aunt blamed my Grandma because she wanted to make it look like she was the

My partner is Cathryn Cusano, she has lived in Easton, Pennsylvania throughout her entire life. Cathryn has a love for softball and has played ever since she was a little girl. During Cathryn’s senior year of high school she had multiple offers to play softball for elite colleges in the area. She started out having an amazing season, the team was also thriving which eventually resulted in them making it to the playoffs. It was the first round of playoffs and Cathryn was on first base, one of her teammates was up to bat. The first pitch is thrown and it’s a ball, the second pitch is a perfect strike down the middle and the batter slams the ball to center field. Cathryn takes off running for second base and her knee gives out she falls to the

Beep, beep, beep. What is that annoying sound? Beep, beep, beep. Is it the sound of my alarm? Beep, beep, beep. I go to hit it, but pain shoots through me at lightning speed. “Oh honey you 're awake try not to move, your wounds still haven 't fully healed”

On May 20,1996 I was born Damione Freeman growing up in a small city named Pell City. Growing up wasn't easy for me father was never around just leaving me with my mother. As a child I was always happy, caring, and well mannered. When I turned five I started living with my grandmother, Dianne Freeman and my uncle, Akeem Freeman. At the age of five I was torn away from my mother because of her husband and his issues.

In the past, I worked as a CAN but due to lifting patients I was diagnosed with a hietal hernia and the doctor gave me a lifting restriction of maximum ten pounds. That meant I couldn’t work as a CAN as lifting was part of the job. I put myself through Edmonds Community College and completed my Social and Human Services deg

Having a boyfriend that rejects you sucks. When it all became too much for Skylar Evans, she moves to Los Angeles to live with her aunt. She had an almost perfect life; a sweet, caring boyfriend, good grades, and rarely any arguments with her aunt. That is, until after her high school graduation. She returns to Cincinnati, Ohio for college, where she crosses paths with her opressor, Chris. Will she ever forgive him for hurting her, or will the hatred they have for each other stay in the future.

It was an autumn morning- the crisp September breeze was rattling the newly bare tree limbs, leaves of crimson red, orange and golden tones covered the ground like a soft blanket, and the smell of freshly bailed hay roamed the little parking lot full of vendors. As I got out of my car to walk under the festive tents a lady who seemed quite important and knowledgeable about the Bridgeport Farmers Market walked by ringing a bell. People started traveling through the tents discussing with vendors and other shoppers about an array of things; like the weather or ‘this eggplant color is so rich’ or ‘the healing power of the cookbook.’

one day there was a girl named emily she was a very tall girl. she was about 6ft tall and

another 12 hours on the nose to have this long awaited baby. The family started