Personal Narrative: My Jurgen Family

“The Way Home” is a veterans memorial monument sculpted by Edd Hayes, and it is located in The Woodlands, Texas, in Town Green Park. This honorable monument is dedicated to all active duty and veterans of all military branches and conflicts. It allows individuals to honor family and friends who served in the Armed Forces. The monument is modeled after Zach R. Endsley, and Cory C. Kosters. Two young men who were residents of The Woodlands area and gave their lives in defense of freedom, while serving in the middle East in 2007.

Hi Reneld, On Thursday, June 8th, I had talked to an advisor about schedule revision. She said that I do not need to revise my schedules, since there was a mistake with my program completion; that I am working on Associate of Arts Degree instead of AS2 degree. She said she already notified you about this. Have you received this notification?

“Okay, Lord, you can have him. But if he must die, I want it to be for something big. I want someone’s life to be changed forever.” said Laura. It all started when Zach, age 14, went for a run with his sister.

With their help I left John Edgar Howard elementary school with a strong head on my shoulders, and the devotion to strive for more. I had to move to a different elementary school because John Edgar Howard Elementary ended up being closed, because of the rough neighborhood. I then, attended Bradbury Heights; a school that I didn’t know existed. I was never exposed to many different neighborhoods, or opportunities. I managed to graduate and proceed to middle school where I continued my athletic career of basketball, and outstanding academic profile.

Mr.Prokes understood me. He knew what i wanted to do with my life, when I wanted to do it and how I was gonna do it. I never would 've thought that I would leave him the first year I met him. All though, he emailed my mother saying: "Dear Jeri Johnson, Your son this year had a rough year. Myself and Mr.Pargaen tried to make it better, but this class needs serious help.

One stormy night the Ravenel Family were sitting at the dining table. Kelly, my mom, Jordan my sister, Dave my dad, and me of course. All you could hear the tree 's branches hitting the window, the wind howling to the beat of the rain. There with all that music my parents were whispering very nervously. Then suddenly, the light started flickering, the room darkened nothing was heard but the trees, the wind, and rain.

As I write this, I’m sitting in the air conditioned 20 by 30 foot Campus Ministry room. It makes me feel nostalgic to think that it was just last year I was sitting in a room by the same name with strikingly different characteristics: cramped, muggy, hazy yellow lighting. Since my freshman year the entire building has slowly evolved from the latter to the former. Now as a senior, the renovations are over halfway completed, and it makes me feel funny to think that in the near future the Wahlert of my freshman year will be long forgotten in both appearance and culture. As graduation gets closer, however, I have realized that my frustration toward the internal changes of Wahlert do nothing but overshadow the good memories I have of Wahlert.

After graduating, college was something that was expected, it didn’t matter where, it just mattered that I went. My parents were always supportive about going to college, but they never really pushed for specific college. I never knew the value of getting all A’s on a report card, or getting into a prestige school. I was out of touch with what I really wanted to do with my life, until I met my psychology professor, Mike Pinney. He had all the passion I lacked, and made psychology a subject I grew to love.

I felt that he neglected me. My way of handling it was I became destructive in school and at home. After a few years of being troublesome. I didn’t feel anything different, I just felt angrier. One day as I sat down and talked with one of my aunts, she told me, “Some things happen for a reason.”

10 miles. 20 minutes. That is the distance and time it takes to drive a car, at the speed limit, from my house to St. Vincent – St. Mary High School. More importantly, it is the time and distance my brother Griffin Spinner and I drive to school each day.

An unacknowledged pattern occurs consistently throughout time. For example, three times the charm, the three blind mice, the three musketeers, the three amigos; the list goes on and on. The number three is also in the Bible, Jonah was in the giant fish for three days and three nights, Moses mother hid him from the Egyptians for 3 months, Noah had 3 sons; also the Messiah rose on the third day. In response, I have compounded my own group of three that represent me. Archery, mixed martial arts, and music all convey me.

Blood Brothers I could remember it as if I were to relive my life again. It’s just too bad that I couldn’t change anything that happened. Tree Top Piru Street was where I resided back when I was a high school teenager. The sun burnt my skin as I could see the skin peel as if I were a banana. The scent of carbon roams throughout the atmosphere as local vehicles of the neighborhood zoom past by to beat the rush hour.

In my Interview I interviewed my grandma Aaltje Hansell. My grandma’s family lived in the Netherlands during the Second World War. Aaltje was not alive during the war but she experienced the aftermath of the war through her parents and their struggles adjusting after such a traumatic experience. When Aaltje was three years old her parents emigrated. This interview was important because I got to learn more about my family and the conflict they went through to give me the life I have today.

Family Altar My family altar represents the way my family and culture are constantly intertwined. Both my parents grew up in Vietnam, but my dad’s family came from Hong Kong and immersed me in more Cantonese culture than Vietnamese. I grew up in California and moved to Texas nine years ago.

It all started on a summer day, I went to nags head beach with my family. We got a big beach house with my whole family and a few friends. This was about 4 years but it feels like it was just the other day. We went at the very end of the summer. It was still nice and warm outside.