All of the counselors started to clap and cheer for him. As Joey got up I could see his cheeks turn red like he truly felt like he belonged. He won the dance competition and that night the other counselors and I took him out for dinner. For dessert we took him to get ice cream and after that we went to the movies. During the movie it got boring “Joey, why don’t you go down there and do the worm” I said convincingly. “Alright, Watch this!” Joey said confidently Joey entertained the whole theater. You could hear the excitement from the people in the crowd. The next day Joey’s mom came back to camp and said to me, “When we arrived at our house and Joey got out the car he was crying. I went up to him and asked him what was wrong?” “I think today might have been the best day …show more content…
I haven’t seen him this happy since his dad and I got a divorce” Joey’s mom said to me with relief. She was grateful towards me and the other counselors. After Joey’s mom told me this I was gleaming. I felt like I accomplished something as a counselor. I realized after doing this job for many years and my encounter with Joey is that you shouldn’t judge before you even know who they really are and to label them without truly understanding them. I now tell my peers that whatever kid that comes to our camp shouldn’t be identified as a rule follower, rule breaker, or a weird kid. They should be welcomed with unbiased judgement. With that being said my sole purpose after encountering Joey twenty years ago is to get to know every kid that walks through those camp doors. I will not label or put them in the three categories that I made up. Because I have learned that all the kids that walk through that door are completely different from the kid right next to them. They all can be carrying a different struggle on their shoulders. And from now on I will respect them just like
Joey Allegrezza had a crush on the prettiest, most popular girl in the freshman class. She was a real knockout, more than any of the other girls; she had beautiful hair, gorgeous eyes, and a winning smile.
He makes sure that his friend Joey has a ride home from
self. Joey faces an internal conflict with himself. He calls himself a coward because he doesn’t stand up for himself when people like Erik and Authur make fun of his brother’s death. The conflict appears when the text says “”He stood up to people when he had to.” Joey’s voice dropped even lower.
Once the staff was able to cart him off the field coach yelled, “ Get in there Joey”. My eyes lit up and I sprinted to the huddle. “Great to see ya” muttered Jack who seemed a lot less than grateful.
Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep
Particularly, when he lets go of his freedom for Connie. At a point in Joey’s narrative, after he has let go of his duality to his conscious love for Connie, it is stated that “it wasn’t the person he’d thought he was, or would have chosen to be if he’d been free to choose, but there was something comforting and liberating about being an actual definite someone, rather than a collection of contradictory potential someone's.” Once Joey has conquered this duality, he comes to terms with feeling obligated to his personal
I rewrote the story to point out that even though Joey was a bystander, he has feelings as well, he is a part of this story. So while I was rereading these two scenes, I realized that Joey was scared. Even though Joey is a minor character, he is a character all the same. Recall how earlier in the original story, Lizabeth was telling us how her little brother is usually the one to do the dumbest and brainless things although even he wouldn’t dare tear apart Miss Lottie’s marigolds. Joey tends to have to lean on Lizabeth. And as the little brother, we finally see a glimpse of the adolescent part of Joey. He tried to take charge and stop Lizabeth, even though it didn’t work out in the end. Joey acts older than he is and he tends to act brave which
I just had a telephone conference with CH mother/Jessica Cahill. Parent inform his physician, Dr. Cardino, MD (GI). Starting on Monday, student will have to take medication before every meal and snack. (5 times a day) The medication is Sucride? Parent was not sure of the correct spelling. Parent was informed that we could administer the medication at school with her permission and physician’s order. Parent will come in on Monday to bring in the medication, doctor’s order and sign consent. There are no diest restrictions per mom, except that he is lactose intolerance and has “short Gut”. Parent is also taking student to a neurologist during the summer for an evaluation ton R/O ADHD, anxiety and depression. Informed parent to share the information
For the first parent interview, I interviewed my friend Randy. The interview took place in the living room of my house. His daughter was present but was playing with my sister at the time of the interview. Randy is the father of a toddler girl who is three years old but will turn four soon. Randy was born in 1992, he is not married but is cohabiting with the mother of the child and his parents’ home. In addition, Randy works for a medical supplies company and has only completed high school. Moreover, when he had his first child and only child, he was 21 years old.
Alexus Casidy is out of her teenage years and now twenty, with a whole life ahead. The name Alexus may be a common but, the story of how it was picked, was not. Her father named her after a nurse at a Psychiatric Hospital, that he said was pretty. Not only did he name her after a nurse but, he chose the spelling of the car, Alexus. She grew up with her two younger siblings in Beloit WI, and I am yet to wonder if her sibling’s names have a comical story behind theirs as well. My peer went to high school at Beloit Memorial, graduating in 2015. Where she was an active cheerleading and softball player, also where she met her boyfriend, of three years, Ryan. Most don’t see that she is a mother, student, girlfriend, and employee; holding many different roles in all statuses. Alexus studies at UW Rock County and is undecided with fulfilling her dreams for becoming a children’s nurse or a teacher. Also, is hard-working employee at the factory Prent Corporation in Janesville, WI as an Inspector Packer. Where the money pays for the house her and her boyfriend own, with their one year old, Brooks.
Joey Secosky is a 6th grade student at Hillcrest Intermediate School. He lives in Irwin, PA.Joey lives with his mom, stepdad, 2 dogs, and one fish. He is 12 yrs old. In his other house he lives with his dad, cat, and his sister. In his School he usually gets the honor roll and likes gym and I.T. He is in 6B in Hillcrest and has 3 teacher Ms.Kibel, Mr.Blankette, and Ms.Ebbitt. Outside school he enjoys video games and playing his saxophone. He talks to his old friends from Gateway and newer friends from Norwin. Going back to his teacher Mr.Blankette is a Science Teacher, Ms.Kibel is a Pre-Algebra teacher and Ms.Ebbitt is his E.L.A (English Language Arts). He has a youtube channel. In The future Joey wants to be a doctor. He also plans
This time Joey kind of lost control and practically yelled out, “THERE IS SOMEONE OUTSIDE MY HOUSE!”
My interviewee is a second generation immigrant with one parent who was born in El Salvador and the other who has Mexican roots but was born in the United States. For the purposes of confidentiality my interviewee will be addressed as Ana from here on out. In this interview paper I will discuss the experiences that Ana faced growing up in a tri-racial household. I will also evaluate her experiences regarding assimilation to the lectures and reading assigned through out this course.
“I'm so glad my son. Never thought that I would get you back,” my mother told me as she opened the car’s door for me.
A lonely girl sat on the hill the wind blowing her all this way and that, the cold numbing her hands and feet; however, this wasn’t what was making the tears fall down her cheeks – sticking to her face. It was the loneliness inside of her that she couldn’t express except through her tears that made her feel empty. All she needed was a hug, a loving word, and all would feel right, but no one came. This was the little girl I meet when I went on a mission trip to Palau. She would drive all her teachers crazy with her outbursts of energy or rage; but as I got to know her and drew closer to her during my time there, she began to open up and let me into her life. I learned that she came from a broken home where the word “love” was rarely, if ever,