Personal Narrative: My Trip To El Salvador

It sometimes took weeks to see if a certain medicine was working for Julia and so her recovery process was very ambiguous. Thanksgiving, my birthday, Christmas, and New Years all passed without Julia home. Weekends and days off from school during this time usually consisted of me staying home and taking care of my younger sister, Jenna, while my parents visited Julia. Julia could only occasionally come home for a few hours because these visits were considered

Short story One day. I am lucky enough to find my real mom in one day before I make a new start at college and leave everything behind. I still remember the day she was pried off my little fingers along with the screaming and crying. I was only eight years old but smart enough that mom had become an alcoholic and there were consequences to come. I haven 't seen her for 10 years now, but hopefully that is going to change since I am a legal adult today.

After we got out of the minivan, we took a taxi back to the hotel. We all went to bed, without a speaking word to each other after that terrifying moment. Before I closed my eyes, my mother told everyone that we are going to skip the mountain hike tomorrow “to narrow our chances of dieing.”. I could tell my mom was significantly traumatized by this event. The next day, she told us to pack our bags because, she booked us a

The daily life of many single moms involves waking up in the morning and doing lots of begging and convincing (please eat your breakfast, please take a shower, please get dressed, etc). Of course, there’s not another parental authority to make my case more solid so I have to be more assertive since mornings are usually intensely packed with tantrums and the constant no’s. Coffee is ideal but drinking it in peace while ruminating about life is luxury most single moms, or even all the moms out there, cannot afford. I walk my kid to school and the time he spends there is the time I do errands. In between these daily tasks, I also need to work multiple jobs to keep everything afloat.

I didn’t have much gymnastics experience, besides when my brother and I did flips and tricks on my neighbors trampoline when they weren’t home, but that was the only experience I had with gymnastics besides what my mother taught me. I shot out of my bed, got my gymnastics stuff ready and was running out the door before my mother pulled me back in and told me it wasn’t time to go yet. She told me, I had a couple more hours to go before it was time. I drug myself inside and sat on the couch, dreading waiting longer than what I had too. My dad had got done cooking breakfast, eggs, bacon, hashbrowns and sausage.

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.” My first thought was exactly what, “what did you say?” Pulling her face into the mattress she muffled and said, “I snuck out and accidentally crashed the car and left it there.” It sounded too good to be true and immediately I checked out the garage.

I can still remember like it was yesterday the day my son was born. The feelings leading up to the day he was born were the most nerve racking days of my life. On August 27th 2015 me and my wife sat at home expecting the our son any moment. My mother was also with us and was there to help us after the baby was born. As the day went by the house filed with boredom and the feeling of nervousness, and outside being gray and rainy I knew that it wasn 't a beach day.

I started to realize and remember these things as I grew older. I can vaguely remember as a four or five year old, I would see my mother only in the morning before she left for work and I left for school, the moment I returned home I saw my father for the rest of the day until dawn, when my mother would arrive home. But sometimes that wasn’t the case, I would live with my father for a week then would be sent to my grandparents house because my father needed to stay away from my mother and my mother was too busy to take care of me. I saw my father most of the time, and according to Sigmund Freud, I should have been closer to my father. However, as a child I don’t remember being close to either parent, I instead, was close to my books.

Operant Conditioning Writing Assignment I decided to train my 15-year-old sister in order that she wakes up at 6:30 am every day of the week so that this way she gets early to school and I get early to college since I have to take her to school. Her original behavior is that she does not get up at 6:30 am by herself on the week and I have to wake her up. When I wake her up, she likes to listen to music at a high volume to get dressed and is very irritating for me to listen to music at a high volume in the morning. The desired version of the behavior is that she gets up at 6:30 am by herself every day of the week and gets ready by 7:20 am so we can both get early to school. Some of the consequences of my conditioning plan require explanation

I felt that old love again. It took a month and few weeks to break it apart. She only come to my room to give me food. We never had time to talk. She came with some guy who I told that they are church mates.