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    Born in Taunton, MA, Jessica Gove was always determined to adventure out and live in a better place. A happier place. Eventually this happened and now she lives in the happiest place on Earth, Disney World. Her determination and drive are the best things about her.
    After her four years at the University of Massachusetts Dartmouth she heard about the Disney College Program and quickly looked up as much information on it as possible. The Disney College Program is for students to have an internship at Disney for six months. “As soon as I had heard about it I knew it was something I needed to do. It would be a dream come true to work there.” Jessica told me. She immediately went to their website to fill out her application and to do the web based interview.
    Jessica aced the interview and was given a phone number to call for an over the phone interview. Anxiously she waited for the interview, practicing possible answers for any possible question she could be asked. When the day came she was shaking like a leaf, barely able to sit still. Her blonde hair was thrown in a messy bun and she wore her comfiest clothes. She didn’t want anything to be a distraction to her. Tapping her feet and twirling her hair as she stared at the phone, she had never been so nervous. The phone rings and she jumps up to answer it, suddenly the nervousness is gone and replaced with complete confidence. “That’s what’s so amazing about her” says her mother. “She doesn’t let her nerves get in her way. Jess is a very determined girl. She doesn’t stop till she gets what she wants.”
    No one was surprised when she passed the interview and was called a few days later and told she got in. “Of course she got it. She’s very intelligent, articulate and creative, which is exactly what Disney would be looking for” said her father. Jessica quickly began to pack her things and plan her trip. She was completely ready to start her life in Disney. Getting there was easy enough, but staying there was more of challenge. Her internship was only going to be six 
short months and when they were over she immediately made plans to get a permanent job. It took her a few years but eventually Jessica got a permanent job and was able to move out to Florida and get out of Massachusetts like she always wanted.

Memoir

             It seemed as if time was frozen. Everything was moving too slow, feeling too slow. People were loud all around me, yet it was like their voices were muffled. I couldn’t hear anything anyone was saying. It was strange. I’d never felt this way. My chest felt tight and my whole body was shaking. My vision was blurred from crying. There were no mirrors but I knew if I saw my reflection I’d be pale. As I walked down the hall towards the lecture hall it occurred to me, I didn’t want to go in there. If I went in there it would make this all real and it couldn’t be really. I didn’t want it to be real. But part of me is afraid to stop walking. Afraid to go back to that classroom where this started.

            Why wasn’t she at school? Was she on her way when it happened? Probably not, heard she was skipping. Why couldn’t she have just come straight here? This can’t be real. Please don’t be real. I can’t breathe, this hurts too much.

            I enter the lecture hall, and suddenly it’s like the world turns on again. All the voices are loud and sobbing. Everything is suddenly sped up again and it’s suddenly too real. Looking around, desperate for someone I know, I see my best friend Amanda. She runs to me and hugs me…and I completely break. I’m shaking and crying harder than ever. I’m not use to this. I always comfort others. More and more people enter the large room. Sounds of sobbing fills the air. No one has a dry eye. Amanda goes around to others, doing her best to help others and not focus on herself. Alone on the floor, I cradle my little black phone in my hands. I need to call my parents. She was like another daughter to them; they should hear it from me. But it’s like my fingers don’t work, so sitting by myself I stare at my phone. Eventually I push the speed dial and hold my phone to my ear; the ringing is sort of a relief to all the crying.

            “Honey, why are you calling? What’s up? Are you crying?!?!” questioned my mother.

            “……mommy.” I replied.

            “What happened? Did something happen? Pete, be quiet! Something’s wrong at the school! Baby, talk to me. What happened? Are you hurt?”

            “………she’s gone.” I whisper, barely believing those words actually left my mouth.

            “What did you say? I can’t hear you baby, speak up. Tell me what’s wrong. Peter be quiet! I can’t hear her.”

            “….she’s gone….Sara is gone. Goose is gone…..” the words are barely more than a whisper but I can tell my mom heard them. The line is silent; she must be taking it in. Probably hoping she heard wrong.

            “…What? How do you know that? Baby, talk to me what happened?”

            I’m crying too hard now, can barely get any words out.

            “….car accident…..announcement......mommy she’s gone! They said she’s gone!” My sobbing took over and I could say anymore. Mom was freaking out and explaining to my dad what I said. I could tell she was crying now.

            “Honey do you want us to get you? We can be right there. You shouldn’t be alone. Where are you? Are you by yourself? Are you with Amanda?”

            “…..ok. Yeah.” The only words I could manage to get out.

            I hang the phone up and just sit there. Watching everyone else crying, more and more people enter the room. Every now and then a few would leave, heading home I imagine. To me, things like this only happened on TV. Nothing truly bad had ever happened like this before, at least not to me or any of my friends. It never occurred to me that things like this happened in real life. Well, that’s not true. I’ve seen the news; I’ve heard heartbreaking stories from other people. I guess, I just never really thought something this horrible could happen to me.

            My father always taught me that you can learn something new every day. He never told me some of those lessons would be ones I never wanted to learn.

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Sara Gove

523 Brown Avenue

Taunton, MA 02780

650-326-6790/sgove17@gmail.com

 

October 14, 2012

 

Mr. Price Hicks

Principal of East Taunton of Elementary School

215 Harris Street,
Taunton, MA 02780

 

 

Dear Mr. Hicks

 

I am a graduate from Bridgewater State University. I graduated there with a 3.7 grade point average and I got my master’s degree in education. Also, I minored in history which will greatly help me with this position. Having looked at the job description I feel I would be a great candidate for the position you are looking for. I am confident that the skills and experience I have will make me successful in this career. My goal is to be a great teacher and be able to help all my students succeed. One of my greatest strengths is that I’m good at listening and being able to understand what the student needs or wants me to do.

I have many experiences teaching. I was a substitute teacher at four different schools, including this one, for about two years. From those experiences, I learned about all different types of classrooms and students. In college, I interned with many history teachers who taught me a lot of good tips on being a great history teacher. I have a good work ethic which can be seen from all the internships and substitute jobs I have had. There was never a negative response or review from any of the places I worked at.

 

Being a teacher has always been my dream job. If you accept my application and choose me for this job I will do my very best to do this job right. I will work hard like I always do and I promise I will be a great addition to your school.

 

Thank you for taking the time to read my application and to look at my résumé. I look forward to hearing from you. Please feel free to contact me if you have any questions about my qualifications or my references. My email is the best and most reliable way to get in touch with me.

 

Sincerely,

 

 

Sara Gove