Personal Narrative: An Interview With Great House Work

Baby Smarika was born approximately after 8 hours of labor. Smarika began to go into distress, which made doctor to perform a C-section of my wife. My eyes rolled into tears when I hold her after 10 minutes. I was amazed when I held her in the delivery room. My partner and I felt the biggest surge

My home town, where I grew up at, and where I am at now. These three characters link to the three different houses.

One morning, i was in 6th grade, my sister and I wake up, and we are home alone. We heard large noises on the porch. We went to go peek through the curtain, and there was a man lying on our porch. I called the neighbors, and we both hopped the fence and they let us in. The cops had then been called, while the stranger was still on our porch. The cops arrive and get the stranger and his information. The following day, we found out the man was on probation. The significance of this day, was the neighbors, that we are good friends with, helped us out in the moment of panic, and my sister and I not knowing what to do. Transformation that created fear of this day, was when we were home alone getting ready for school around 10:30, and then having a stranger at my doorstep. Also, not knowing what to do at that one moment of panic at time.

On Monday 6/29/2015 Sgt. Alexander and I was dispatched to the Hostess House located at 6741 Highway 70 in reference to 2 subject, Mr. Burnette and Mr. Jacobs that were renting room 251 and had outstanding warrants.

One quiet morning I was sitting on my couch playing games when my I heard my dad jingling his key. So I decided to get up and see what or where he was going.

The Festival return to Greenfield, MA after being in Turner Fall, MA for a couple of years. I had never been in the Art Block, but found one of their stages The Wheelhouse one to be inmate setting like you what you might find in a coffeehouse. I heard Julia Cira sing on that stage and she had a beautiful voice. One that I like much better than Rosie Porter. It's just a good one to have for ballads. Its a strong one. She plays an electric guitar as well as sings. She was accommodate by a man on drum set and another young woman on an electric guitar. That woman played it well. I listen to her sing a couple of songs and she sang beautifully each time. According to her, They were doing full on rock songs and they sound like very nice quality

As the nurses put an oxygen mask on my face, the head OB/GYN began explaining that my son's heart rate had fallen from 150 beats per minute to 40 beats per minute. They were able to get his heart rate back to normal, but they would need to do internal monitoring and, if his heart rate dropped again, I would be prepped for a c-section immediately. I was at 9.5 cm and I was terrified. Not only was this not my dream birth, this was a nightmare. After a 36 hours roller-coaster ride, I became a mother;my son was born. He weighed 9 pounds, 3 ounces and was 21 inches

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

I left my radio in the back room in was most likely with the volunteer who was covering for me. He yelled at me to "get up" and told me lets talk in Joshs' office (which was a few steps away). Daniel storms in Joshs' office, turns on the light and sits down in the office chair in front of the desk with his arms crossed and a sticky note in his hand. I follow him and prop the door open with the door stop is I say "lets keep the door open it's hot in here." The real reason I did this was because I was extremely uncomfortable. He then yells, "Do you want to tell me where you have been?". I was standing in the door way, not completely in the room when I told him that I met with HR. He asked very angrily who I got permission to leave from and then stated that I left my post without permission.

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

The house on Plum Street was a tall and narrow building littered with rain battered fliers and miscellaneous bills like a house shaped pinata. A paper taped to the front door of a house can mean any number of things; a local bluegrass band was hanging fliers for a gig and wanted to get the word out or a very persistent Jehovah's Witness wanted to get the Good Word out or you haven't paid your mortgage in two years and the bank is foreclosing your home, for example. In this case it was all of the above.

All I had ever wanted to be when I grew up was a mom. My husband and I tried for years to have children but alas it wasn't in God's plan for us. So we needed a new plan. We looked into foster care.

As I sit on my porch waiting for my cousin ( Mindy ) to arrive i sit and listen to the birds and watched the sunset. Not to long after i hear her char coal gray car pull up in my driveway as she gets out of her car she is wearing a pink and black hat with her sunglasses and a shirt with a name of a college ( Boise State University Of Idaho ) on it, and just a simple pair of jeans. As I look at her shirt while she is getting out of her car I assume that is the college she went to. I asked her “ hey is that the college you went to “ as she looks down at her shirt she said “ Yes it is Boise State University Of Idaho “ as you can kinda tell she likes to talk she is not a shy person. As she comes up my stairs to sit with me on my porch, I start

I will never forget the moment my labor began, the moment that marked that step in my journey into motherhood. I can remember everything about it so clearly. My mom, fiancé, and I woke up early Friday morning to make our way to Western Missouri Medical Center. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my belly knowing it would be my last time standing in that bathroom with my baby inside of me still. It was a bittersweet moment that I cherished as long as I possibly could. I was set to be induced that morning and very excited, yet a little bit nervous. I had no idea what to expect. I’d been waiting a very long 37 weeks to finally meet this precious human that had been growing inside me. I had ideas of what he might look like, and what the experience might be like, however nothing could have prepared me for what was in store over the next few days.