Observation Activity Paper #1 Description of the Observation The child I have been researching, is my 10 year old little cousin. He has a problem of wetting the bed at night. I asked him, my aunt and uncle a series of questions of how his bed-wetting problem affects him and some basic information on when he first started to learn how to go to the bathroom by himself. First, he said he is afraid to have sleepovers with his friends because he is afraid he will pee the bed at his friend’s house and be embarrassed. Second, I asked my aunt and uncle when he was potty-trained.
The average person wakes up to their alarm clock at about 6:30 am on weekdays and sleeps in on the weekends, not Bethany Spradlin. She wakes up every morning at 5am and to her snooze is not an option. Jumping out of bed she gets dressed for her job as a CNA at the Apostolic Nursing Home that is thirty minutes from her home. She walks up the stairs to her parents bedroom and kisses them goodbye before making her siblings lunches for school. Once she packs the various fruit snacks, PB&J, and juice boxes into their appropriate container she leaves her parents home.
Mrs. Hennepin was never in the movie. Roy was not allowed to ride the bus for 2 weeks. In the movie, Roy is not allowed to ride the bus for 3 days. Mullet Fingers stays in an ice cream truck in a junkyard, but in the movie he stays in a ship in a shipyard. When Mullet Fingers dumped
The sod house was one small, undivided room. The stove sat in the centre, and, with plans to occupy the sod house with other boarders for extra income, the room sparsely furnished with four beds, a small table and chairs, and an old dry sink along the wall. Natan tried to negotiate his way into one of the extra beds, justifying that he and Stan needed their own due to their size. On the following evening, unable to hear any more of his sweet-talking nonsense, his grandmother surprised everyone when she returned from the loft, all of Natan’s belongings in a pillowcase, and dumped everything in a chest at the foot of his new bed. “Fine, you big man now.” She raised her two hands in the air to display his height.
I woke up on an especially cool winter morning and looked over to my mother’s side of the bed. She was not there, I knew that, but I secretly wished she was. I swung my legs off the bedside and rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get myself ready for school. This was a typical morning for me. My mother worked from before the sun rose until late after the sun was already down, she is a Mexican immigrant who had spent only two years in the United States when my father left us.
As a high school student, I never had a lot of free time to myself. At the end of each school day, I had to go home and babysit my little brothers until my parents got home, which is approximately around five o’clock. After this, I would then go to work for about another 5 hours. Then, get home and finish my school work. This is my daily basis of my day.
Personal narrative The Drive I personally hate mornings, they’re always way too early, and my bed is just too comfortable to leave. However, my mom isn’t affected by mornings at all. That's why she decided to wake me up at five thirty on a Saturday morning. I feel someone shaking me slightly and softly whispering “Jaime… Jaime… time to get up.” The voice exclaimed. I groan loudly and roll over towards the wall.
No weapon spotted amongst first walk through. Victim Statement: I went to a movie last night, that let out just before 11 and I walked home alone. When I was opening my door, I felt something push me down inside. I stood up and saw a masked man standing in front of me. He said “Don’t make a sound”, and took my scarf off my neck and wrapped it tightly around my eyes.
personal traits my personal traits are i was in a loving house but my parents never got along and by the age of 5 my parents devorced. It went down hill i went to court 5 times because my dad wanted me and my mom wanted me. I was given to my mom i was happy with that my dad didnt know how to take care of me every time i did something wrong he would hit me he always had the house a mess. It felt like a pig stie then threre were rats and we only had one blanket and it was always given to his other son i was sometimes waking up really cold. So i got anger issues because of him i always thought when someone did something wrong you should hit i dont do that anymore.
Then I heard the door open to the bathroom and immediately wanted to crawl into a massive hole as I saw my blonde eye candy come into the bathroom to see if I was okay. He sat with me the rest of the night despite my feeble attempts to get him to go back out to the party. After that night we were inseparable. I went to school and then he came and stayed at my house or I stayed at his. Our friends would be shocked if they saw us apart, which was probably 3 times.