On May 12, 2017 I interviewed Lisa Newman about what it means to be an American to her. Mrs. Newman grew up in a multi-cultural home learning many traditions from both of her parents, since both of her parents are immigrants to the U.S. I also discovered that she has a Bachelor’s degree in Human Biology, a Master’s degree in Biological Science, and a teaching credential in Biology. Graduated from Pitzer College and a married woman, her love in science flourish throughout her teaching career, she’s also an amazing baker. While interviewing her, she was exposed to a large variety of cultural foods as well, which she still loves today. By obtaining ethnic backgrounds, her diverse upbring aid her more on becoming more understanding and accepting of people from all different backgrounds and walks of life. She also attends Anaheim High School as an Anatomy teacher and loves to teach her class about how the body functions.…
Monday- I am ready to stat week 4!! I like being in the office but I prefer being in the back. It entirely too much drama going on in here today. The woman training me is really on her last strike and she just seems to be getting on everyone nerves (including mines). I look forward to a better tomorrow.…
I moved from Detroit, MI to Ypsilanti, MI, for a better living. It was December 29, 2008. I had just given birth to my daughter. My daughter was born at 9:45p.m, weighing 5lbs and 3ounces. I named my daughter Saphira Parthenia Franks. Saphira died at 36 weeks, due to still born. The doctor told me” Sometimes this happens without a reason and you will be able to have more children”. I already had my mind made up, that I would wait until I turn thirty to have another baby. I was heartbroken and disgusted with myself. I was already going insane from the deaths of my father in November 2006 and my grandma in July 2008. Therefore, I was not able to cope with their three deaths at once.…
“Ugh!”, he grunts from how large the suitcase is. “Will you be able to carry that, Scottie?” she says, her face, worn from time, twists with concern for her son. “Of course”, he laughs. “Okay, if you’re sure.” She says as she opens the metal gate to the front yard. They slowly walk through the cracked pathway until they reach the steps to the porch. Beatrice opens the sturdy door with her keys. “Honey, I’m home!” Scottie yells into the empty living room. “Must you do that every time you come inside the house?” She says fondly. “Of course, I must.” He says as if she should already have known the answer. While they were talking, Alice and Jake, Scottie’s younger siblings, heard his announcement and excitedly ran out of their room and down the beige stairs. “Stop making all that racket!” she admonishes her children. “SCOTTIE!” they yell out enthusiastically. “You’re home!” Alice states, full of wonder that her big older brother is finally back where he belongs. “Well, it’s obvious that I’m home unless I’m an imposer who’s secretly an alien”, He jokes, winking at Alice. “I definitely didn’t miss your humor,” Jake lightheartedly says. “Oh, come on, I tell the best jokes”, Scottie says smiling. “Yeah right, in your dreams”, Jake jokingly teases. “Leave your brother alone for right now. He had a long trip and he’s probably exhausted.” Beatrice gently tells to her…
With Amber in dance, Emmett and I decided to enroll Marci Jeane into something different. We gave her a bunch of options from gymnastics to football. We were glad that Marci chose gymnastics over football, considering she was more into football than anything else. With Marci in gymnastics and Amber in dance, Emmett made sure that Ivan was enrolled in athletics as well. We signed Ivan up for T-ball and PeeWee Football. It was time for him to make his mark.…
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” my friends, guidance counselor, parents, college applications, ask. When I was six I wanted to be Hannah Montana. When I was 12, nothing had changed but I reasoned I could have a second job too – just in case. I’m 17 now and I’ve been exposed to a deluge of astounding things: timeless authors, transformational historical events, jaw-dropping scientific discoveries, emotionally riveting political and social revolutions and at the fringes of it all - sometimes in the center - I’ve imbibed the powerful influence of the female voice in a world historically dominated by men.…
My full name is Autumn Lynn Schell. I am 16 years old, and I was born on October 24, 1999 in Reading, Pennsylvania. Cheering, dancing, and tumbling are the activities I love to do. Cheerleading is one of my favorite hobbies; it comes easy to me. My favorite food is macaroni and cheese; I also love oreo cookies. If I try, I can be a hard-worker. In certain situations, I become extremely impatient. If I contemplate something for too long, I get very frustrated and start to overthink the situation. I am the type of person just to leave alone for awhile so I can think.…
Waah! Waah! Waah! It is 9:06 on February 8, 2004, and in Lima, Ohio, there is a newborn baby girl named, Kiersten Nicole Kemper. Also, there are two proud parents at the hospital as well. I was supposed to be born sometime in the beginning of March and not the beginning of February. Now let’s get to the fun part of my life story before it becomes too boring for you and makes you want to stop reading already.…
“I got this! I got this! Just calm down and take position. You have prepared yourself for this race all morning.” “Just take your position and breathe.” “Why is my heart pounding like this?” “Inhale and exhale.” This is normal for UWA freshman Sarah McMillion on race day. She constantly overthinks and worries about her performance. Her nerves even cause her to wake up early to prepare.…
MY-Kayla responded well to the intervention. My-Kayla continues to make very good progress towards her goals. My-Kayla stated, school work, having to move again, getting along with her peers and worrying about her mom. MY-Kayla stated, anxious worried, frustration , depress, and happy .My Kayla stated, feeling tired, restless, not motivated, loss of appetite, headaches, stomach pain, and shakes. MY-Kayla stated, helping people, being kind, good at solving math problems, good cook, and compassionate. My-Kayla stated, communication her feeling, peer relationships, school work and getting new friends. My-Kayla stated, going to Girl Scout, exercising, riding her bike, talking with her friend and spending time with her mom. My-Kayla stated, self-confidence,…
“I can’t believe I’m doing this” I mutter into my wooly scarf. It’s 4 o’clock in the afternoon and the weather reads ten degrees Fahrenheit. I shift my weight and try to get into a more comfortable squatting position as the rocks dig into my boots. I look around; it’s a rather dreary day with no clouds in sight. I scribble in a notepad. Five minutes in and my hands are numb.…
One time when I challenged my own beliefs, I questioned my own skills. It was one of the most crushing and confusing moments of my life. I was indecisive, hesitant, and most certainly doubtful. I couldn’t even imagine myself, an inexperienced sophomore, working in a career major that I’ve never even thought of doing in the first place.…
Sitting in class, everyone is done and I haven't even got started because school is different for me. It takes more for me to understand and two times longer for me to finish. My full name is Martika Jannelyn Lane, I am 17 years old and I've lived in Hood River my whole life. Welcome to meeting me.…
When I got to St. Vincent’s hospital I thought I was in labor but the doctor said my water wasn’t broken yet. So I had to walk up and down the hallway for the baby to come down. Then finally the doctor pulled my water. And oh my god I was in so much pain. The nurse said” Keep pushing, the baby is almost out.” With a final push I had my baby. She was the most beautiful little baby with dark hair and big light brown eyes. I called Diana.…
time for me to begin my 10 minute warming up. I move my head side to side, stretch my legs, and I begin to walk briskly. I drank my water because I need to stay hydrated. When I was ready I sprinted out like a rocket. My brother began to time me. It took me 12 minutes to finish my one mile. Once I felt that my heart was pounding, my stomach started to develop painful cramps, and my My throat was as dry as a bone. I stopped and took deep breaths in and out. I took a five minute break and finished my 3 miles by walking. Once I finished my three miles I felt proud of myself and motivated for the next days to…