Personal Narrative: Journal Day Entry

The terrible twos, it is a time when parents might experience some selective amnesia. This is a good thing, at least for me.

I hug her knowing that this will be our last. Tears are streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks, staining her shirt. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I don't understand why this is happening. Out all of the 7.28 billion people in the world, why did it have to be her?

I wake up and walk downstairs where I grab a granola bar. I can hear the snores of my dad all the way across the Apartment, Probably hungover from his party last night with some of his friends.

On Friday, October 16th John Etta Rasberry, my sister was driving to campus from student teaching at Pope Elementary when one of her front tires and the axles came apart, while attempting to make it to campus. At this time, I was at work. Away from my cellphone. John Etta called me several times, but I was unaware of the missed calls due to being at work. A resident’s from the community that witness the incident was kind enough to help her to get the vehicle towed from the street location, where the tire rolled off and the axle in the front of the vehicle came a loose. He was able to give her a ride to the school, where she was headed. I got off from work after 10 p.m. and immediately notified John Etta to figure out where she was located,

On 04/04/2016 I Deputy R. Dean Hildebrand, responded to 3 Springs Street Jefferson City Montana, on a complaint of damage to rental property. Upon Arrival I spoke to the complainant Dianne Thompson. Thompson stated her rental house had been severely damaged by her previous renters Gene Marker and Tanna Ferradas Marker. While walking into the house I saw several windows had been broken. The porch lattice had been damaged.

Today we started off busy during the morning. We had open hand clinic which included pts walking in and getting fitting for orthotics. While the OT was doing that I lead all clients’ activities! I enjoyed it, but it may have been more than I was supposed to do. I enjoyed this morning because it was super-fast and kept me occupied. It allowed for the day to go by quicker and abled me to have responsibilities that I will have once I start working. We had four clients at one time because two showed up later than their scheduled appointments. They all had shoulder and elbow injuries so we worked on a lot of ROM today.

I was raised with Christian values in mind, and attended a Methodist school. I was raised in the Christian faith yet I find myself, as with some of my friends who were raised in the same conditions, we seem to be growing farther away from our upbringing as we age. I find myself simply not understanding as time goes by, a complete polar opposite from the song ‘Farther Along’. One of my hopes in attending PBA is to try and find answers and a reason to try and reconnect myself. I believe PBA, from what I’ve read, has a very friendly understanding environment. One where you sit down and go into depths about faith, instead of blindly following it because it was your parent’s

It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then. Once, I was inside the blind and the next I was in the cold crisp air. I then saw Dad on the ground cursing himself for jumping through the window.

Since one of my biggest fears is of sharks you could only imagine descending into an ice cold tank with a dozen of them. I only had a wet suit and a oxygen tank only to come face to face with several of those things. There were only 2 guides, and 1 other person trying to get over their fear of sharks, like me. Adrenaline rushed through my body every time any one of those stealthy, fierce and scary sharks went near me. I didn’t know who was more scared, me in the tank surrounded by sharks or my mom watching me from the exterior of the tank. There was not only sharks in the tank but some other ocean critters.

Today is the big day. The cross country meet. It’s finally wrap up and i heard the all call for all the Cross Country kids to go and get ready. Me and couple of other kids get out of our seats and leave the classroom. We quickly get ready and head for the buses.

“Brother, Brother don’t leave me! Don’t leave me!” I turned around I would never leave my brother, I apprehensively turned around keeping the hope that Doodle wasn’t hurt. Even though Doodle was kind of a virulent to me, always following me around being my shadow; I still love him even though he can irritate me. I had inferred that Doodle was hurt when I couldn’t see him anymore, I had lost all hope so quickly. Amazingly when I turned around I saw Doodle running up behind me. I had never felt so much pride in my entire, despite the rain pouring down on me I had never felt better.

My head flips backwards: snap, crackle, pop! Did that sound come from my body or did I just step on some Rice Krispies? Suddenly unable to move my left leg, I crumple to the floor with jelly knees.

The thought that the world would end simply because a culture ceased the production of a calendar was, in my mind, preposterous. But for an unknown reason my mind began to change. The story was on the internet, in the news, and there was even a movie made about it. I was becoming convinced that the world would truly end in 2012. I dreaded the day when I, and everyone I loved, would see the world come to a standstill; but we never did. December 21, 2012, was just an ordinary, run-of-the-mill kind of day. The world did not come to a halt, the earth was not consumed in flames, life continued on, and I realized that I had been

The way thing worked out that summer, was wondrous, having to attend this Teen Bible College (TBC) was last minute and I ended up going on the unplanned missionary trip after. Spending a month and half with these fifty-six people you barley met, you become family. Good times and tough times where all there, just somehow we got more and more attached to each other.

Learning style is a way to see how did each one of us learn visual,auditory,reading/writing or kinesthetic learners. Each one of us has different way of learning and understanding. It could be Visual: by seeing the thing that they want to learn , it could be auditory: by listing, or also it could be reading/ writing or Kinesthetic and this by touching and learning how things works. Sometimes we need to teach ourselves and learn from our mistake we make. Each person will need to teach themselve . For me, if I need to teach myself the technique I first take and follow is visual. I like to see things and learn because this is the best way I can teach my self by looking at thing and trying it. Sometimes we need to explore the things that we want