Personal Narrative: My History With Ms. Flowers

My subject is my aunt, Florence Lucey. She is a 65-year-old female, who identifies with her gender. She is a white, heterosexual, Catholic, Italian woman who has lived in Connecticut for her entire life. She currently lives in Weston, CT, in the home that she has lived in for the past 20 years. Florence has been married twice; she was widowed in 2003 and remarried in 2014. She has one sister, Donna, my mother, and 4 kids, all who are out of the house. I was able to gather my information over facetime and received real-time data coverage. I will be referring to my subject as Florence throughout this paper.

A theme is a moral of a story or a message the author is trying to tell you. Every story has a theme, and some stories, share common themes. The common theme in the works “Mrs. Flowers”, “Raymond’s Run”, and “The Treasure of Lemon Brown”, is not everything is as it seems.

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” a quote I have heard this quote numerous times in my lifetime. Although she didn’t reach the media’s definition of power and fame, those who know Kim would say to fight through her struggles and to find her happiness and strength, she truly is the definition Kimberly Tyner is a person that becomes this saying in countless ways.

“If, when you’re older, someone comes knocking on your door asking you some heated questions that you’re not sure how to answer, just stop and say “I want an attorney” and they’ll have to provide you with one as a basic right,” she stressed.

This weekend I interviewed J.Cherrelle Leslie, a very well-known young lady from my hometown of Fairburn Georgia. Leslie has just recently received her masters in transformative leadership from Bethune Cookman University this year but also has an associates in business administration and a bachelor degree in business with a concentration in marketing. This summer she started her first job since graduating from Bethune at Savannah State University where she is the Athletics Compliance coordinator. I choose to interview Ms. Leslie because I have an interest in marketing and she also graduated from Clayton State University with a bachelors in business concentrated in marketing in 2009. Although her current job does not deal with marketing, she

As high school freshmen, most kids do not get very excited about walking into their College Preparatory Biology class, but I sure did! Everyday I looked forward to Mrs. Wilson's 3rd period biology lesson because she never disappointed. Mrs. Wilson was a special kind of teacher, she was the type to turn boring lectures into a captivating learning tale and had the gift of making tests enjoyable with her creative illustrations. Yes, you read that right, I enjoyed her tests. One day, Mrs. Wilson presented us with a demanding project; “Okay class, I am challenging you to create the BEST “Bunnimoose.” she announced. As we sat there with puzzled faces, she went further into explanation.

As part of the greater push at that grade level to introduce kids to a greater depth of books, Mrs. Oak created a game that would award points based on the number and length of books that you read, with a prize being given to the winner at the end of every month (usually candy). Now being the clever nine year old brat that I was, I decided to game the system by quickly flipping through a great number of small children’s books every day. While this did put me ahead on points, I was completely avoiding the entire point of the game. So to Mrs. Oak’s great credit, she decided to limit the number of books I could check out of the school’s library to three per week. With my lead in the literary scoreboard slipping away, I checked out a book that

On another day, i was able to work with four-year-old John. With John, i decided to use alphabet flashcards. I chose to use flashcards because his teacher, Mrs.Bogue, briefly explained to me that john is able to recognize letters. John did well with recalling the letters as I flashed the cards to him .However, when I asked him to write a letter down without the card in front of him he struggled. John could not write the letter without a visual guide. In my opinion, john needs help in memorization. Later that week I was able to work with a little girl named Tina. Mrs. Bogue had mentioned that Tina is a great drawer and struggles with her words. I wanted to hear for myself how well Tina spoke. So I decided to use the print out drawings again.

Everyone defines high school as the base of your career, were magnificent teachers providing knowledge to help you exceed in life. But tell me how are we supposed to exceed while having teachers who does not provide enough information for my understanding? My senior year of high school I was placed in a math class with an instructor who goes under the name if Mrs. Power, but rather known as Mrs. Pointless. "Ok class everyone quiet!” are the exact words Mrs. Powers would say before starting class. She made class dull and pointless. By far she is the worst teacher I have had. She had little knowledge of what she was teaching in class, had out dated policies and lastly was extremely rude.

So we are not related by DNA but through marriage. Many years ago I was told by my cousins that Carl was abusive and his family took him back to Austria. He never went back to Austria, because he is in fact in NYC, not far from my grandmother and her new partner Joe Michitsch. In 1930 all the younger children were in orphanages, except the older boys. My mother resided with my grandmother and her father Joe Michitsch. On the 1940 census all the older Mantel boys living with their mother, Anna and my mother.. Carl may have gone back to Austria or died. My two aunts, Rose and Ann Mantel were in an orphanage as well. I am not sure if Ann was a Michitsch or a Mantel, but she was originally born with my grandmother’s maiden name. Interestingly,

One of my favorite teachers would have to be my pre-first teacher Mrs. Spence. She was one of the coolest teachers ever. I felt as though was her favorite student because I was the one that always volunteered to do things on the board, set up chairs, pass out papers and etc. we had this thing on her board, it was like the good noodle board but with stars. My best friend at the moment, Ruthie Ross, we both had the most stars out of the entire pre-first class. It was everything to me. I knew I had to get it. This day in particular I remember. Sydney and I decided to go inside to use the “potty” also known as the restroom. We ended up making a pit stop, we went into Mrs. Spence’s classroom got onto her big chair, stood up in it, I got into her makeup bag and took out her bright red lipstick and I “the bright one” out of the group decided to put it all over my lips and kiss

The statement I believe the most is that life goes on. This statement resonates with me because I've had a lot of struggles with my life. I've moved several times, I've lost several friends and family members due to diseases, and tragic deaths. I've been bullied but that never stopped me from living. Our life doesn't just stop when things don't go as planned. Being born with hearing loss I understand how hard life gets and that it will be tough to get through, but it doesn't stop. Life goes on. This sentence resonates with me, but there were a lot that didn’t.

Sister Muriel, who was also my grandmother, and who I affectionately referred to as granny, was a bit more tired than usual on the eve of December 10, 1958.  Slumber seemed to be calling early, so quietly heading toward the dorm seemed to be the best idea to take her tired body. As her feet climbed the stairs, she could feel the cool breeze against her face, and her body seemed to be a little more difficult going up these steep cement steps, there were so many of them. This evening seemed to encourage reflective thoughts, normally she had a smile for everyone, but tonight her mood a bit melancholy, but then again it could be she had a long day serving, or she missed her deceased husband, Merritt.  However, the quiet, evening allowed her to

I was in the sixth grade when I met my social studies teacher Mrs. J.R.; she was a different breed. She wasn’t there to just collect a check but to help us succeed and to reassure us of our admirability. She would stand in front of the class and teach until everyone hand went down but she didn’t stop there. Mrs. J.R. became my confidant. I would confide in her about how other girls made fun of me for the big bows I wore in my thick wild hair and my neon color tube socks. Mrs. J.R. would say things like "they're just jealous because they don't have big colorful bows and long pretty hair.” She would always know just what to say and on gloomy days you could find me on the second floor sixth grade hall in Mrs. J.R. room doing my work sitting

I am a very interesting child. As you may know, it is a rare occasion that I leave my room and let alone my house. You may think I am forced to stay inside, this is partly true, but actually, it is my decision; I want to stay inside. Well, I guess when I was younger I got into some trouble at school and my father forced me to stay inside but that was long ago. I just find that the outside world is very unfair and in many ways corrupt. Staying in my room gets pretty boring sometimes but I get to see what I want with the bonus of not being involved in the unfair society.