As siblings we don’t get a long that well. We fight a lot, but we also do things together and love each other. I’m thankful for my siblings without them, the house would be quiet and boring. Although there are also lots of things that may annoy and embarrass us all as siblings. When we were in grade school, we went to the same school.
My sister is younger than me, but recently left for an early college program. Which was difficult because we’re very close and as her older sister I’ve always taken care of her. Throughout my life she’s been my best friend. Our family has always been extremely close, because it’s just the three of us. Our small family dynamic, combined with being raised by a single mother, has made me an independent person and someone who tries to make sure others are taken care of.
Growing up it was just myself, my sister and my Dad, and on the occasion visiting with my mother every other weekend, and when she was gone, us two girls spent it with my grandparents on my mother’s side of the family. Without having my older sister around to assist me with school work or such, I happened to learn my lessons with the little aid from my teachers while at school. Not having an at home older
After the cops showed up at my grandmas’ house, my mom kinda had custody of us. It was only a couple of months that we could stay with her though because getting to school was hard and she still didn’t have a job. After those couple of months passed, she had to tell me something. We were walking home from school and we sat down at the park and talked. She said, “You and your sister will have to go to foster care, but we made sure that you knew your guardian.
TITLE, Lauren Helgason, September 25, 2015 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.
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
Ever since I was young, I have always heard someone talking about Marquette. Part of this may be due to the fact that three of my neighbors have gone to Marquette and have absolutely loved it. Adding on to that, I have met even more people that have gone to Marquette that have really liked it and are usually successful in life. I met even more people at the Marquette open house that were from all over the United States and said they went to Marquette and they hope their child will attend Marquette as well. This made me realize that Marquette is truly local, since I know several people that have gone to Marquette that live by me and at the same time it is global, since I have met people around the United States, as well as other countries that
Unknown Hi i’m Bella. I look like a happy go lucky African american woman. Well to all that say that they only got one part right in that whole statement. I’m an average african american woman. I have nothing and no one to truly call my own.
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.
Alyssa Stongle Session 1 - Journal Throughout all my 26 years, I have done a lot of really diverse, amazing things in my life. Starting out with dance when I was about 5, I continued to be in dance companies throughout my younger years. Then, while in middle school and high school, I was on a competitive dance company which really was the highlight of my life. I did a lot of volunteer work in high school as well as joining cheerleading, the diving team, FBLA, made honors in choir becoming a regional choir member and then going on to join all-state honor choir which is an absolute gem in itself to be a part of.
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.
I have had many teachers throughout the years that have had a great impact on my attitude toward education. No instructor however has had such a huge impact in my life as Miss Mindy Sopher. I first saw her name as my academic advisor listed in My Pack Portal, or my online account at NC State. I had no idea what type of experience I would have with her. Last summer before my freshman year, I sent her an email introducing myself and she was quite impressed by my ambitions, especially becoming a “geographical engineer.” I couldn’t wait to meet her in person at my orientation.
camryn klemoff narrative one day there was a girl named emily she was a very tall girl. she was about 6ft tall and was in 6th grade. She went to California with her family and she got lost and didn’t know where to go and she didn’t know what to do. Then she stopped and remembered when the last time she saw her parents her mom was named Cassey and her dad's name was bob she then remembered that she saw them at walking to dinner she then went to
Counting down the list from number 20 to eventual number 1, my heart raced as they called out the names. It was 8th grade and the rankings were out. This may seem like a rather pretentious achievement but when they called out the name “Andrea Campos” as the valedictorian of Copiague middle school. My heart skipped a beat and tears streamed down my face. Hearing my parents brag about me to their friends made me feel like my accomplishment was their achievement as well. The immense joy I received from them was priceless and therefore it is my proudest