Personal Narrative: If Mom And I Switched

I procrastinate for an hour or two but then push myself to do my homework. After 3 hours of hell, I finally completed all of it and decide to take a shower. Once I get out, I get out my speakers and begin to play 'I like it when you sleep for you are beautiful yet so unaware of it' probably one of the best albums ever released. Over all of the loud music I hear a loud bang from downstairs. I quickly shut off the music and wait to see if I will be able to hear the noise again. Yep, there it is. I swiftly open my door and walk downstairs and see my mom on a rampage. She screaming and throwing things and I am bewildered.

Later we headed home and as I headed towards my room my mom said, "Wait." I turned around with anger written all over my face.

My mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis at the age of 40, when I was in preschool. With very few memories prior to her diagnosis, living with MS was quite simply a fact of life. A single parent who was singularly dedicated to her three daughters, my mother trudged unwaveringly through all the symptoms, complications, and limitations her disease inflicted on her. For the most part she suffered in silence, her disease progression so slow and gradual that it was nearly imperceptible to us. She was our family’s rock, her faith in God strengthening her resolve to give us as normal a childhood as possible considering the situation. A sudden escalation of her symptoms when I was eleven altered our lives. Over the course of two months she lost

As I sit down waiting for my mother, I look around the room that I am in seeing the light brown carpet contrasted with the orange-red wall, as well as our white lab who lay snoring loudly in front of me. My mother finally sits down on the couch, and collects herself together so that she could listen to whatever I had to say. Angela Olberding, a loving mom to three children has always been very cheerful and kind to anyone that she encounters, even though most of her life she has not been given back that kindness. She works as a special Ed teacher in an elementary school for the Queen Creek district, teaching math, reading, and writing for children with disabilities. She wants to get an administrative job, and has applied, but for now she happily waits and teaches her students. I have no idea how she can balance out her workload, as well as be a wonderful mother to my siblings and me.

She would try to get lost. It was the eighties and we had no cell phones or GPS. But, we had a car, and she said we were free with a car. She drove down all the little roads, but we were never really lost because we were never really scared and all roads lead somewhere.

I believe, without my mother's independence and the way she raised me, I would not be applying to Queens today. I have had my share of ups although I've also had plenty of downs. I have two older sisters and a younger brother. My oldest sister chose a different path when she had the opportunity to choose a more successful path. She moved out at the age of 16 to flew across the country to live off of my grandpa's income. She dropped out of college, barely a semester in, with student loan debt. She could have been a multi-sport collegiate athlete on scholarship. I look at her and see what could happen if I don't make the right choices and take advantage of my opportunities. My second oldest sister made most of the right choices, and I look at her and see how successful I could become.

It’s June 14, 1858, and we are on our way to Mr.Lincoln’s house. Since my dad happens to be Mr.Lincoln’s friend he will be helping him write his speech. We aren’t too far from his house so we are just taking our horse and small wagon.

The second degree burns all over my mother's left arm and torso would debilitate her for months to come. As a young fifteen-year-old used to having basically everything done for her, I suddenly faced more work and responsibility than I ever needed to consider beforehand.

I would never abandon Danielle, she has been with me since pretty much the day I moved here. The way we started was I asked my cousin Lavell who people were on instagram and i followed a bunch of people which one of them happened to be Danielle. That night I checked my phone and noticed that she had liked a large number of my pictures, so i asked Lavell who she was and he told me a little bit about her. The next day, July 4th, Lavell and i was going to go to a get together with his friends and they all had dates while i the new kid had no one to go with. I took a leap of faith and asked her what she was doing and if she would be interested in coming with me even though we didnt know each other. I told her that i lived with Lavell and that if she wanted

Latter that day at home, my disappointed mom asked me, “Why didn’t you do your homework last night? You lied to me and that is not okay.”

Naturally, my mom demanded to know what had happened, so we had to explain the situation. Accordingly, my mom penalized me to write a letter of apology.

I went up to my room and I looked up on my phone how much gasoline costs. When I found out that it was 1 dollar and 2 cents at 7 eleven I went downstairs but not before grabbing a lighter. When I told my mom that I was going out she asked “where are you going”? I said “just going to get some gas for the car and going to get a drink from 7 eleven.” She said ok and left the room.

Every day, about 1,500 Americans are expected to die from cancer. Cancer is a disease in which cells divide uncontrollably, destroying vital body tissue. Most people are no stranger to the effects cancer can have on those close to them. I am most certainly no exception. In 2004, Lauren, a 10 year old girl, died from cancer. My mom used to work for her mom, so she was close with Lauren. Before she got sick, Lauren was much like any average girl. She enjoyed doing soccer, Girl Scouts, and loved to play with American Girl dolls. In many ways, she was just like me.

My mom looked at me confused for a second because I’d always be trying to do or finish my homework. She took me by the hand and help me start the homework. After an hour I started crying again about how I’ll never pass 4th grade. My said to me something that I would never believe now but when I

It was 3:00 AM. My mom had just woke me up to make sure I had all my stuff packed and ready to go to Arizona. Since I’ve never been before my mom thought it would be cool to go. As I gathered all my things together, I also have to help my mom and get my dog ready. For my dog, all I had to do was make sure I had some canned food for him, toys, treats, his caller, and his paperwork with his shots on it. For my mom I had to help her pick out clothes which it hard because she has so many of them, also help her pick out shoes. So while I was helping my mom I tried to get my stuff together. Around 5:00 am I finally had my stuff together and my dog 's things as well but I still had to help my mom who was almost done so I quickly helped her. At 5:30 we were packing the car. Once we finished we drove to the airport. When we got there it was maybe 5:55 and our flight left at 6:00 am so I kept trying to make my mom hurry up so we could make our flight then she told me that our flight actually left at 6:30 am and I just looked at her like really and she laughed. Anyway, we made our flight and for the flight, I slept so I don’t know what really happened.