Personal Narrative: The 9 Am I Should Be At Work

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

Eighty hours in one week. A goal which all of my peers insisted I was crazy for even attempting. To the normal working class forty hours is a long week, yet I wanted to double that in only seven days. Working in a muffler shop is hard work, which made eighty hours Mount Everest, and I was determined to reach the summit.

Today at work was extraordinary. As usual, I walked into the 8am pitch meeting, but half the staff is broadcasting from Orlando. We sat around and discussed what news stories will make our “Friday News Roundup.” After the meeting ended, I was assigned to pull clips and edit them to be used in Friday’s show. At lunch time, all the WAMU interns were scheduled to meet with the director of content at WAMU, Andi McDaniel. We discussed a lot about ourselves and what we look forward to getting out of the internship. She then talked about her role and how she got to her position of managing a 50+ staff and shaping the identity of the radio station. This was a very productive lunch meeting. After getting back to work and helping one of the producers for a show next month, I chose to take the initiative of talking to one of the former interns. Not only was he a former intern from last fall, but he’s also black. We went to Starbucks and discussed being black in professional environments, working on 1A, standing out as an intern, pitching great ideas, and developing as a person and professional. I really loved learning from everyone I talked to today.

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

My 20time is on running. In sixth grade I tried out for track, hoping I will be fast enough and would make it. But it didn't turn out that way. It was at lunch with all my friends when I checked the track website and didn't see the name, Carly Jakob, on the list. I was so shocked i started bawling my eyes out. After this traumatizing day I made a goal that I will make the track team when i'm in eighth grade. To do this I knew I had to make many drastic changes. I changed my diet to proper eating habits, and learned facts about form and technique that would help me get through the horrifying try outs and right onto the team.

Balancing what should be done during the week can be challenging; however, I tend to stick to a routine which helps me stay organized. I mainly go to school, dance, do homework, and relax, and my day tends to fall in that order as well. When I do my homework, I tend to work on what is convenient during my other classes, and at home, I tend to work on my homework from easiest to hardest. Additionally, I use my agenda for homework assignments and other school-related events, which is super helpful because writing down what I need to do helps me remember. Also, I use Google Calendar to mark when I do things outside of school because I almost always have my phone with me so Google Calendar is much more accessible than my agenda. When I have longer

Waking up to your mom screaming is never an ideal way to get up in the morning. However this time she wasn’t screaming because she was made at me but because she was shocked. Still somewhat groggy, I jumped out of bed and rushed to the kitchen. This is where I saw the dishwasher spewing water all over the kitchen, glass shards all around the floor, and my mom with a monstrous cut on her bloody hand. As the initial panic began to set in, I felt frantic and unsure of what to do as my mind raced to all the different ways to handle these problems: should I clean up the glass, call the plumber, help stop the bleeding, or to call someone else who was more capable of dealing with circumstances like these.

I was currently sitting in front of my computer working. It was late afternoon and my

According to Kottler, Zehm and Kotler (2005), teachers should "spend considerable time and effort building positive relationships with children, allowing their authenticity, genuiness, and caring to shine through. This statement drives what I'd like to be said about me at my retirement dinner. I want my students to say that I was a human being willing to relate my experiences to theirs and that I was their biggest motivator.

Twenty-six years ago I a 17-year-old boy joined the United States Army. I served my country faithfully for 22 years, two months and four days; I served in the Transportation Corps. My time in the army was a special period in my life. I gain a lot of life experiences as well as professional ones; the military shaped and molded me into the husband, father son, and brother that I am today. During my service, I grew up and learned several life lessons that would serve me well in and out of the army. To get a real understand on how the military shaped me into the person, I am today; I must first give you some insight into the person I was before I left for basic training. I graduated high school in 1991 just four months’ shy of my 18th birthday;

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Three am. Staring at the ceiling. I have to get up at 7 for school in the morning and I’m in no shape to do so. My whole body hurts from lack of rest this whole week, and yet I still can’t seem to just close my eyes and sleep. I scroll on my phone for bit and get an idea. I text my mom to see if she’s awake and head downstairs to start setting up the kitchen. I think I woke her up, but I’m not worried about it. In my household it’s always a good time for breakfast.

Five AM strikes and my alarm screams, along with every fiber in my body to not get out of that semi comfortable bed. Anything is comfortable when you're waking up at five AM though. I roll over to my side and prop myself up at the end of the bed. Ethan my kiwi roommate's alarm is going off in succession with my alarm. We look at each other and silently give each other the same look. breaking the silence i ask him what i know he's about to ask me, “Do you really want to go through with this. Five AM is way too early to be up.” He respond with, “Yeah it sucks getting up this early, but trust me it will all be worth it.” We stumble out of our small bedroom with 2 bunk beds in it. Both bunks are only filled with two occupants. Technically our room

Lying here I am waiting. Twenty minutes ago I was fighting the cold air from reaching her. Now I am lying here waiting for her to sweep the last crumb left behind from breakfast. In a quick motion I am picked up and swung around her shoulders. I am her place holder, when her family is just out of reach I am there. Which brings me to how our paths became intertwined, it was 2010, it seems so long ago. She went on a field trip and came back and plopped down beside me explaining how wonderful it was. I saw it then, I saw the determination in her eyes, the sparkle I saw so many other times before. The sparkle only showed up when her heart had consumed an idea and would not rest until it was accomplished. Everyday after that it was a routine to

I was able to get back to working like nothing had happen but unfortunately my session had end for my first term. I had been in contact with my professors about the issues and trying to get caught up but time was up and I was unable to do so. I then thought I was going to have a great next term starting in the summer of 2015. I began off strong doing well like the first term, then work started to intensify. I began working later and later. I was clearing over 40 hours almost every week and coming home just to sleep. I normally work from 9am to 6pm, but with late kids, preparing for the fall classes for the kids and moving rooms around I was working more like 8am to 7pm sometimes 8 am to 8pm. So when I came home to do school work I be so exhausted that I was able to do bits and pieces of it never was able to fully dedicate myself to the school work like I was suppose to.