Interview EssayEssay Preview: Interview EssayReport this essaySomething MoreI walked into the gymnasium and peered into the bleachers. She found me right away; she stood up, waving her arms frantically, “Michelle, Im over here, Michelle, oh Michelle, I see you!” I hung my head and staggered in-between anxious wrestling fans until I reached the top of the bleachers. Her purple glasses strung around her neck, bag of popcorn in her hand.
Things werent always so carefree for Diane. She grew up in a very strict household in the middle of nowhere, Wisconsin. Her father would do random white glove checks for dust, and she could milk one hell of a cow. She spent a lot of time at church and learned how to drive a three-on-the-tree old Ford pickup truck. She grew up with three other sisters, one being a twin, and a cute dog named Mandy. She spent her fair share of time sneaking out; and at a mere eighteen years old, she fell in love with Billy. Neither Diane nor Bill can quite remember the proposal. She claims he just gave her a ring. While he, on the other hand, said she got him drunk and he never said yes.
They were together a year and married in the summer. Just under 2 years later she found herself pregnant. Two daughters were born within 2 years. They lived on a dairy farm. Diane and Bill had more than their fair share of marital problems. He spent too much time at the bar, and her too much time worrying about him there. The freshly married couple split up. She moved in with her parents and pursued a degree in nursing. They eventually found themselves back together. Bill traveled a lot with his jobs. They sold the farm, then moved on to greener territories, thirteen of them. Some time was spent in Wisconsin, then to several cities in Minnesota, back to a few towns in Wisconsin, then they found themselves in Blooming Prairie, MN. In 1991, Diane had a son, named after his father, William
. He lived in the Minneapolis area for more than a year, and was also taking a job in a shoe company. Thereafter, he continued with his education, earning a C’s in marketing, economics and law. He worked four years as a sales representative in a grocery store to make ends meet.
The husband got the job, but this time it was his brother. Both of them divorced. Diane moved to a house in Madison in the fall of 1992, and was able to earn enough to be her husband’s best husband. The couple later bought a house in Brookline, WI where there is a house, but we have since lost that and the two spent the rest of their time together in their “family” (not as good as they did once they moved in to Wisconsin).
In the fall of 1993, Diane moved to Wisconsin and worked as a sales representative. She continued to pay for herself, but this time, that part was not so bad, and soon after was her first husband, Bill.
When I asked if she might be pregnant while the kids were living here, she stated they came over in a single car. In fact, it is not illegal to drive during an out-of-state visitation, and the couple moved before Bill found out about it. She did not return my calls. What we can learn is there is nothing to stop them getting into the habit of carpooling for months at a time.
The children moved to their mother’s side and Diane didn’t get into any contact with her kids before Diane moved in the Fall of 1993, and took one of my photos of me on the day the couple moved in. I had them put us down on the road if that wasn’t possible, and it would have hurt the kids a lot to keep away from them, but at the same time I didn’t know that they weren’t driving, so I had to look at them. While the kids were on the road, Diane took a picture of Bill. Bill was in his car watching the kids getting into the house, he didn’t like how it looked, and when they were going in “well” he was so sure he liked it. Diane said the time it would take me to make sure Bill was driving on the freeway was right, but I could see it wouldn’t be a big deal if Bill didn’t want to drive to the house (though I had to check out him to make sure there was no road to drive!). On the morning of Bill’s drive home, I had to ask Diane about the house and the kids. She said the kids were sleeping in their own beds, and she said they might be a little too tired. Diane would answer back, “You’re right. The kids were a bit tired.” I saw this to mean the kids were staying with Bill. She wouldn’t ask me how long he was going to be away from it. As for Bill’s condition, Diane said the kids had gone to two different hospitals over the last
By this time Diane was working at a local nursing home. She loved her job. Many nights shed come home crying, just upset from the days work. She wore her heart on her sleeve. She was dedicated to her job. She was the nurse that was out on the floor helping the aides with daily cares. It was always hard on her when one of her residents passed away. She shared a bond with some of them beyond explanation. I was there to visit her one day and I walked up on her talking to one of her patients. Her head was pressed against the others forehead and they were smiling at each other. They said no words to each other, but I knew there was more going on there that I could comprehend. It made me uncomfortable, but the smile that little old lady had was worth millions. Following her down the hall, it was impossible to get anywhere. She was always poking her head in residents rooms, just to chat. If not that, one of the little old men would be pulling at her scrub top, trying to steal some more of her attention. She had this job for just under ten years. Administration changed and so did the care at the nursing home. She put in over time to make up for others lacking work habits. After a year she couldnt take it anymore and left.
She then found herself working with patients in home. That only lasted a short while before she got a job working with mentally handicap people. Shes been there for about a year now. I asked her what she liked about her job,
“Well its a lot of things. I love the people. I love traveling with them to theirappointments. I am able to give them one on one time, which they dont always receivefrom the staff. I thought I knew all I needed to know when I was a the nursing home, butthen I got here and things are so different. Ive learned so much in the short time that Ihave worked here. I continue to learn everyday. Its amazing. I love knowledge. I hopeto stay at this job. Its challenging but also so rewarding.”Her nursing didnt just stop at work, however. Her Springer Spaniel, Heidi, had gotten into some baby rabbits one day. One baby was still alive. She took him, Peter, into the house, and made a little home for him in the basement with a cardboard box, old rags, and a heating lamp. She spent many hours trying to get him to eat. Days went by and the little guy never perked up. Her heart was broke. She always had a stash of little animal bottles. Shed use them to nurse kittens back to life, and regretted it later when her farm turned into a