The Kindergartner who was outside to play unsupervised got into a fight. I was meant to watch how he was doing, do a lap and ask how he was playing, while outside he was running around and said, “They are telling secretes about me and they are not telling”. After that he ran away to the playground with the swings, and slide. I walked behind him trying to understand what was going on, as he ran as soon as he told me that statement. While walking up the steps in the slide one of the supposed kids who was telling secretes was in front of him.…
Narrative- On 29Nov16 at 0804 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was dispatched to 22997 Getaway Dr. for a welfare check. Debra Vorderbruggen contacted the HCSO and stated an employee of hers, named John Heerdt, had not shown up for work today & she had not heard from him. Debra stated he was strange for John to not be at work…
I am the oldest child. I have two younger siblings who I love unconditionally, but life as the oldest child is not the picnic most people think it is. I know this probably sounds cliché, becoming who I am because of my siblings, but it is the truth without them I would not be the person I am today. When I was four years old my mother became pregnant with my sister. My sister, Madison was born seven months before I turned five.…
Little Traumatized Girl What started off as an ordinary muggy summer morning would soon turn into a cruel and lurid day that I would never obliterate. I was discombobulated that approximately a catastrophic altercation would break out in the house while I played outside, I didn’t know that the cops would be showing up, I didn’t know that soon my consolidated life would change permanently. That proleptical morning, I tumbled out of bed and took a solid yellow cup of aqua outside to place on my swingset. It always amused me to put aqua in a cup and then by the end of the day the water disappeared, I conceptualized that I had some kind of magical hands.…
"Miss Jan, Miss Jan," the excited voice shouted over the noise of the crowded mall. My sister and I turned around to see a boy, probably around twelve years old, racing toward her. My sister called him by name, gave him a hug and asked him what was going on in his life. They talked as if they knew each other well. He and his mother chatted with my sister for some time before they left.…
I kindly accepted that those people were my siblings. They were all part of my family, but I felt an immense distance. Whitney had her own mother standing by her. My eldest sister and brother shared the same mother, whom I never saw before.…
On a Tuesday evening two months into my junior year, I realized my life was changing. I was transitioning from child to adult in society’s eyes. I was working, driving, and taking more difficult classes to prepare for college. The more responsibilities I accepted, the more I was treated like an adult. It was not until two months later that I realized I was changing.…
For my second entry of my integrative report I had another one-on-one interaction with Jacob, the three-year-old boy from my last entry. Jacob is a false name I will be using throughout this report for confidentiality purposes. This visit was very similar to my last visit as I babysat at the home of the child and we visited the park down the street. Much like the last time we played in the basement, which had lots of toys to play with and a television. Jacob is part of a traditional nuclear family as he has both a biological mother and father who he is dependent on (Shaffer, Kipp, Wood, & Willoughby, 2013, pg.…
It was a Saturday morning March 17, 1996 I was eight months in my mother’s tummy and my due date was in mid April. Uncle Benito had the crazy idea of going to the snow all because my mother had never seen the snow. My mother told me of a hill she sled down from, a great slope that didn’t leave her feeling to good “No me siento muy bien.” My uncle rushed her to Granada Hills Hospital on the morning of March 19, 1996; I was born seven pounds at eight minutes until eight.…
In eighth grade my class visited an assisted living facility for mentally challenged adults. When we arrived, we joined the residents in planting tomatoes and carrots in the garden. I worked with a man named Tom, and while we worked we connected by talking about the Astros and the Rockets. Later in the day, we were eating lunch and he told me how happy he was to have me come and work with him and how he always loves when people come see what he does every day. Seeing mentally challenged adults like Tom living normal lives made me realize that people often have misconceived notions about those who do not fit into the regular roles of society.…
I documented the children and assessed them after I demonstrated the project first. I stood back and watched the children not talking to them and listened. They were talking among themselves and saying what they thought would happen next. Children would even say the things I did as I presented the project. After sometime I asked the children what they were doing to hear their responses.…
When I was an adolescent….. My world was turned upside down when my parent’s marriage started to fall apart. They turned to alcohol and became very withdrawn. At the age of 14, my life went from sports, school and friends, to all about shielding my younger sisters from the ugliness of our lives, salvaging my family’s reputation and making sure us kids had what we needed. What was a challenge?…
While the mom and Mari were in the elevator, Mari was turning her head. Her mom was interacting with Mari and showing her the city. Mari uses her mouth to make sounds while she is interacting with her mom. She moves her lips like saying, “blrrrblurrr.” Mari is sitting down and playing with lots of wood shapes.…
Being A Girl Is So HARD How does a person become an individual? Is there really a such thing as an individual? These are rhetorical questions often asked. Growing up as a girl along with two brothers and one sister was very difficult in my household because I was always taught not to show emotions,to express oneself to withhold it as a little girl I was allowed to play with boys once reaching the age of thirteen I was not able to no more . Did not understand why I was not able to no longer ,mother never explained .In…
Having an adventurous childhood is the best memory anybody can have. Later on in life you can use that childhood experience raising your own children. Remembering my childhood I can tell so many good stories that I can share but the best childhood story I can share with you is one of my road trip with my family. My family loves being at the rode. We literally bring the whole family clan.…