Personal Narrative Reflection Paper

It was a beautiful day in early winter 2012, my Family had had a big dinner at my uncle's house, the plan was to go a Blazers game after we had all gotten done eating. I had moved to Tigard oregon with my Mom in summer of 2012 from Connecticut, about six months before all of this had happened. We had no idea where anything was, the only thing we had someone what of idea was my uncle's house and the grocery store, but beyond that we were basically lost all the time. At this time we didn't have a car yet, so relied mostly on my uncle taking us places.

Recently, a contractor working for the US Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) unintentionally released 3 million gallons of toxic mine waste into the Animas River in the Mountain West state of Colorado. Today, people in the US are debating the efficacy of the EPA (the right-wing is using the spill as anti-government propaganda) and the toxic aftermath the spill will undoubtedly have on local economies, communities and ecosystems. So far, the spill has "contaminated the Animas River, San Juan River, and the Colorado River in Utah."

that she had a male, Igor Gentsaryuk, in custody for DUI near the 3700 block of

Montresor is the kind of person that you don’t want get on their bad side, He's the kind of person that enjoys long walks on the beach and the occasional MURDER. In the story "Cask of Amontillado" written by Edgar Allen Poe, Montresor is main Character/Narrator, and his main goal in the story is to seek revenge on his once good friend Fortunato who has embarrassed Montresor one to many times. So Montresor's plan is to trick Fortunato down into his family's catacomb by telling Fortunato that there is a cask of amontillado in the catacombs. So Fortunato follows Montresor down into the catacombs where he chains Fortunato in a niche in the wall and seals him in with brick and mortar. As you can see Montresor successfully kills Fortunato because he's an unsympathetic character with a dark demeanor and an unhealthy mental state.

The Mayan have worked really hard to achieve many things, but what was their most remarkable achievement? They Mayan are people indigenous people of Mexico and Central America who have continuously inhabited the lands comprising modern-day Yucatán, Quintana Roo, Campeche, Tabasco, and Chiapas in Mexico and southward through Guatemala, Belize, El Salvador and Honduras. They have lived there since 420 AD and 900 AD and have created a world that is possible to live in. Archeologists thought for decades that Maya people used slash and burn agriculture, a farming method where trees and other plants are first cut down, then the entire area to be planted is burned, the Maya would then plant in the rich ash that resulted.

My thoughts are just consisting of light, a mixture of yellow and white but so pure and I don’t see no evil whatsoever; not consisting of any bad thing which I am grateful about. I see myself, and only me in a land and something is puffing me up and by that I see such tiny stars or crystals coming right at me putting forth unlimited joy and grace into me which will enable me to be happy and giggly no matter how crazy and maddening a situation will be.

Have you ever had something you were “super passionate” about be stripped away from you? Roughly one and a half years ago I started my sophomore year of lacrosse. The lineup of students on the lacrosse team this year promised us a spot in the championship. Throughout fall practices, the majority of the sophomore class played amongst the varsity team. As the season ramped up in the spring, we waited for our first game against Saint John Paul’s Christian Academy. First game of the year, we enveloped ourselves into the game and became one as a team. Running downfield with a clear, open shot on the goal “whoosh” I shot the ball bottom right, a bare miss. Suddenly “crash” I was hit from both sides and struggled to stay standing. As I came to my

I grew up in California where both of my parents were involved with gangs and drugs by the time they were in middle school. They grew up like this, getting involved with the wrong people, getting into fights for dumb reasons, even getting in trouble with the authorities. Of course, that was normal for them because they were surrounded by it through friends and family. They continued to live that life style even when they met each other at the ages of 18 and 23. They didn't like each other at first, but they eventually started dating. My mom ended up getting pregnant later that year and tried to take a break from all of it, but my dad didn't stop and that caused some tension and arguing between them.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

Throughout my life, I’ve moved approximately twelve times, been to seven different schools, and for most of my life, lived with a single parent. The usual story for many. There came a point though where I thought I knew for a fact I wouldn’t be able to go to college at all. That was the point where I devoted my time to my classes and extracurricular activities, such as being in the Peru Amateur Circus and Tiger Leadership.

When I was eight, my family took a trip to Africa. Our first day there, in one of the poorest neighborhoods in Ghana, I threw up. A month later I was enrolled in a high school on Ukerewe Island in Tanzania. Sophomore year is the first year that is taught completely in English, so my sister and I went to class. Every morning our family walked two miles, picked up bananas on the way, pet the cow we named Jim, and got to class in time for the worst part of school. We sat in the back of the classroom while each student waited in line to be told of their mistakes, and then beat with a stick. We didn’t have to participate because our parents were volunteering at the school. At tea time, the replacement for lunch, we grabbed tea and found a place to sit. I made the mistake of choosing a large pile of dirt, which was

Academic decorum is how people act in school or in learning environment. For example the way someone acts when they are at home or with friends is different than the way they would act at school, at home they might dress differently or say things differently than they do at school because the authority figure at both places is different.

This was a very interesting and informative assignment. First, because working and collaborating with a general education teacher on differentiating lessons. This was a innovative and exciting experience for me. The teacher I collaborated with had 10+ years of experience in the classroom, so she was a great resource and had lots of feedback to give on my ideas to differentiate the lessons. I learned, as a special educator, that it is not always required to use different strategies for every population of students that may be characterized in a general education classroom, because the numerous differentiation strategies that can be used for multiple populations. For example, strategies used for English Learners and special needs students,

I have always been close to my family of five. My family is what made me strive for greatness and what made life joyful. I felt like everything was perfect and that I was on top of the world. However, this all changed when I entered an unfamiliar apartment that had all my belongings. I was only eleven when my parents split up, and the age where I had to grow up fast. My parent’s separation is something that holds me back till this day. For two years, I felt like I was on my own because my parents were never home. It seemed like my sisters and I were the ones being punished. There were countless nights where my sisters and I cried because of this sense of emptiness. My parents did not think we had to depend on them anymore, but they did not

Growing up as a tomboy, there was always a tough part of me. Especially, being the youngest of all of my cousins, which were all boys. The only thing they had on their minds was going to the gym, going outside, and playing basketball. I eventually grew the mindset they had, because I was around them so much. Although, I didn’t know it was going to stick with me forever.