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â€Å"What did she do this time?†, I asked myself, as I opened the door to the downturned face of our caseworker. I remember letting her inside angrily and returning to the task I had been attending to before I heard the knock at the door. I continued the search for diaper wipes, which I needed to change my brother’s diaper. As I did this, I thought about how I always seemed to be cleaning up my mother’s crap. My caseworker gave me the details that her presence alone had already given me. We were being removed from the home. There were six of us. Most of our relatives were estranged and no foster homes were willing to accept all of us. So, we were divided equally between two homes. My three youngest siblings, Natalia, Omaran, and Omari, were†¦show more content†¦Making decisions is difficult because I don’t know what I’m supposed to want. My sister laughingly calls me a people pleaser, but how could I not be? Getting out the same environment as my mother was an essential step in conquering the formidable challenge of rummaging through the contradictory thoughts inside my head. This situation supplied me with a therapist and that has been a helpful tool. I’m finally allowed to feel whatever I feel. One of the most distinguishing differences between the home of the Seitz’s and the house of my mother can be summarized with one word: stability. They have never yelled at me. They are consistently loving from one day to the next. I love my little siblings, but taking care of them made me feel like I was going insane. For what felt like the first time, I was allowed to truly be a kid. Living with my foster parents is a sigh of relief. The only expectations they have for me are that I make my bed and put my best effort into school. Being removed from my mother’s home gave me a chance to examine myself and figure out what I wanted, who I wanted to be, and what I valued, for the first time. Considering that I missed almost a month of school throughout my freshman year, it’s not shocking that my grades were awful. My sophomore year had barely begun when I was placed with Darren and Lisa. I hadn’t started out very strong and they asked about it in an encouraging, kind manner. The way in whichShow MoreRelatedPersonal Narrative : Personal Experience1174 Words   |  5 Pagesthe famous Sweet Auburn Market with my classmates, my mind was already racing. I couldn’t help but wonder how differently each one of us would experience and view the space. We all carry lenses through which we view the world with styles original to us. Amazingly we all come from an extremely diverse range of cultures, backgrounds, and personal experiences that would shape the connections we would soon make. I approached the plain brick building on the corner of Edgewood and Jesse Hill Jr. Drive,Read MorePersonal Narrative : Personal Experience1386 Words   |  6 Pagesarrived, we had to wait like 30 minutes until we finally got to our rooms. Before we entered our cabin, we went over the rules of the camp and we were getting assigned rooms. This is where I panicked. If I was in a room with people I dont know, my experience would be terrible because Im not very talkative. But thankfully, I was assigned in a room where I knew mostly everyone. When we went inside our cabins, I was shocked that there were no actual mattresses. There were only mats on bunks. We put ourRead MorePersonal Narrative Personal Experience1652 Words   |  7 PagesTears’ streaming down my sweat drenched face like Niagara Falls, numbed by the pain of a million knives stabbing into the upper back part of my leg, I had discovered I pulled my hamstring. â€Å"Lower limbs [being] accounted for 50% of all sports injuries†(Dhillion) it didn’t come as a surprise to the trainer. Unable to move, I was shocked by the pain and situation I had just been put in. My entire wrestlin g career flashed before my eyes as I took a big gulp and climbed on my teammates back to head toRead MorePersonal Experience : Personal Narrative1228 Words   |  5 Pagesin Walcott, creates a recipe for a teenager striving to find some form of independence. For me, this freeing feeling came through my trips to the town library over the summer. One Tuesday afternoon, I headed out my creaky front door with my own personal library card in hand made me feel as if I was holding a passport to jet off to any country in the world. The black ink signature stood out like the sun on a clear day. The sloppy, yet somehow beautiful, scribble of my name looked like it belongedRead MorePersonal Narrative : Personal Experience1400 Words   |  6 Pageslife, and it is far from easy. Never will I forget how scared he looked when he he discussed what it’s like to experience withdrawals. How his eyes glazed over as he remembered the years past. But what conquered both of those was the bravery he had. It isn’t easy to fight the stigma surrounding any mental illness. Between his knowledge from studying his own demons to his first hand experience fighting them, Neil opened my eyes. He taught me so much in those two hours. If it weren’t for him, I don’tRead MorePersonal Narrative : Personal Experience799 Words   |  4 Pagesbanner. A cracked coconut held over the ocean and I used the best picture I had of me to match my banner. I made a video showing my experience of meeting Joey Graceffa. I explained how Joey was my idol and showed our drive to San Francisco’s Book Passage near the Ferry Building. I showed how long the line was and my ticket to meet him and just explained my experience. At 8:11 pm I was scared, scared that someone would find my video and make fun of me for it but at the same time accomplished andRead MorePersonal Narrative Personal Experience740 Words   |  3 PagesMy heart began to beat a little faster as the sound of the plane engine rumbled throughout the cabin. The day I’d fantasized about for weeks had finally arrived. I was aboard a plane headed to Orlando for one of the biggest cheer completions in the U.S. As we taxied down the runway and my stomach tightened. Was it excitement, anxiety, or nerves? I wasn’t sure, but I embraced it all with a smile. The Florida heat followed me all the way to my hotel room. The flight was exhausting and long butRead MorePersonal Narrative Personal Experience1973 Words   |  8 Pageslifestyle a bit. I made a huge list in a green notebook on how I can change by drinking 3-4 bottles of water a day and drinking more healthy stuff like smoothies. Mostly cut back a little on the soda and junk food. All I knew was I never wanted to experience anything like that again. Every Time I even think about it I get a feeling of discomfort on my side. Habits can really effect your life in many ways I learned, but Changing those bad habits can affect your life life even more. Read MorePersonal Narrative : My Personal Experience1121 Words   |  5 PagesMy personal experience Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life. I was a junior at Panther Creek High School in Cary, NCRead MorePersonal Narrative : My Personal Experience1497 Words   |  6 PagesIt truly is astonishing how much we, as teens in the 21st century, take for granted. We go through our day, as if everything we do is a given right, rather than a privilege that we have. We don’t ever stop to think about how so much, could be taken away from us in an instant. It was Monday, June 5th, 2017. I had just come back from an invitational hockey camp in Canada and I was up bright and early that morning so that I could go to Westridge and take my last two finals of the year. By the time