Personal Narrative-The Fireman

After earning my Associates Degree from Miami Dade College I was overjoyed with excitement on my accomplishment and my new goal of continuing my education to achieve a 4-year degree. I applied and attended Florida International University in the pursuit of getting a Bachelor in Fine Arts and in Computer Science. However, after my first semester I realized that over time I grew disinterested in my major. Around this time of my life I was fortunate to have met a firefighter at my local church. We were helping out in the church at the time and we started to talk. He mentioned his occupation and I immediately grew more interested in our conversation. I started asking him many question of firefighting and starting growing in love with the idea of being a firefighter.

I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now. The school system in Pakistan just did not seem right anymore, I missed my school in Canada which I had attended for just a year. I struggled to live in Pakistan for three years and in 2008, my mother decided

It was a Friday night. We were thrilled to be out of school, it had been a long week. I was on a short leash with my teachers since me and my pals Barry and John brought stink bombs to school and stunk up the whole cafeteria. At least twenty kids had to go home sick. Needless to say, it was the prank of the year.

This trip to the store was different. I almost got into a car accident! On top of that, I started cursing out the person that almost hit me. I was starting to feel road rage. That’s when I said to myself, “If this next store don’t have them, then you need to take yo ass home because, you’re burning all this gas and you’re about to get your truck tore, up over some damn Twinkies!”

Throughout our daily lives, we have many expectations. We are expected to act and behave in a certain manner as we carry out our day to day lives. These expectations will vary depending on the setting or occasion. The expectations may also vary culture to culture. Because of these expectations, social norms have been developed. Social Norms are unwritten rules about how to behave. They provide us with an expected idea of how to behave in a particular social group or culture. Behavior which fulfills these norms is called conformity, and most of the time roles and norms are powerful ways of understanding and predicting what people will do. (McLeod) We typically use these norms to predict what people will do in a certain situation. These norms

I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud.

The society we live in has shaped us in ways we may not have every noticed. Each culture different from the next, we often get angry or frustrated when a person commits a violation we feel is just common sense. Values, norms, sanctions, folkways, and mores are a part of our everyday life, yet most do not know their meanings, definition, or how they play a role in our lives. The object is to inform of these ideas, give their definitions, explain how they affect us. Next I will give a detailed description of a two norm violations I observed along with a norm violation I committed. Lastly, I will discuss and analysis my observations, experiences, and the significance of values, norms, sanctions, folkways, and mores to our society.

On 04/23/16 I contacted Andrew Jepko at Pinching Pennies in reference to a theft of property call. Mr. Jepko said on this date at around 1230 hours a white male, white female and mixed juvenile male entered the store and browsed around for a while. Mr. Jepko said the party exited the store and the group stood outside the business for a short period and then the female reentered, expressing interest in a set of tires he was selling; which were stacked in front of the business. Mr. Jepko said the female exited the business again and when she did her male companion put two of the tires in the back seat of their vehicle with the juvenile male and then the three drove away. Mr. Jepko said his wife was working the counter at the time of

Right before I went out onto the field to play catch with two kids my dad nodded, "Good luck!" After we had warmed up the coaches had us catch pop ups. They hit the pop ups with a tennis racket. Next they had a hit. If we were not hitting we were in the field catching the balls that the other kids hit.

Instead of giving us directions, he took us to the front of the line and had us go through security. When he did, I noticed the individuals in the line were looking at us in a questioning or unfriendly manner for essentially cutting the line. I assumed the security officer did this because he thought we might have been representing someone as we were both in professional attire: slacks, a blouse, and a blazer. Simpson accidentally left her pepper spray on her key ring, so the female security officer operating the security scanner gave her two options: return the mace to her car or have it confiscated. Simpson opted to leave it in their custody because we did not want to be any later than we already were. The female security officer directed us downstairs for district court room 4, but once downstairs we were still confused as to where to

As I walk through front door, numerous shoulder mounts of trophy animals line the walls along with an occasional fish mount. My taste buds water as the delightful smell of freshly smoked sausage fills my nose. The “cha-ching” of the cash register is a sign business is booming. In the back of the store, the bandsaw is screaming, and the grinder is crunching. My Grandpa, Clarence Psyck Jr., bought the business in 1969 from his father, Clarence Psyck Sr., so I was born into the business. Over the years it has affected me in many ways, such as, little free time, my hands freeze easily, it has taught me responsibility which developed a good work ethic, and I have learned how to work with people.

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.

My little brother walks in and asked me to take him to the store. He wanted to get some things for his daughter before we left to Cold Lake. So I went for a quick drive to town and returned home within 16 minutes. When I approached my mom’s house I beeped the horn for her to hurry up because I wanted to get there before the stores closed. Of course me I forgot it was Friday which means late night shopping. While I was patiently waiting in my car I was listening to music with my baby singing and dancing. I was waiting about 15 minutes till my mom finally noticed I was outside waiting she was busy on the phone talking with her long time ago best friend.

Life events can change people for the good or the bad. I’m going to tell you the three most impactful events in my life. The most impactful event in my life was probably when I went to Utah with my family. The second most impactful life event was when I went to Disney World. The third most impactful event was when my sister got married.

With the look of local student I didn’t get any service. I tried to pick up the handbag but got stared by the shop assistant in an unfriendly sight. I felt hard about her action, I left the store unhappily after walking around with her indirect banishing.