My Nerves are Bad by Sana Loue: Perceiving Agency in Northeastern Ohio

Various factors need to be considered when considering the results of people's behavior in the community. Personal behavior depends on such factors as sex, race, ethnicity, sexual behavior, political opinion. A Puerto Rican woman in Ohio, Ohio, is studied by Sana Loue and its ethnologists, "My nerve is bad". Indeed, they are affected more than most people because they have different levels of mental illness.

Ohio Cleveland Specifically, the northeast corner of Ohio. 45 miles east of Cleveland: Geneva, Ashstabula County. I remember listening to Ohio, the story about current and past family at all times. However, I always think that this place is a wonderful distant land that can only be survived through stories and stories. In Granny 's solarium, early memories resonated with the morning heart of the weekend. It is there to eat refreshing biscuits while drinking my older brother Ash, tea with milk and honey. Our parents, uncle and other families will eat Slovenian rich sausages, raw ham, cheese, all Slovenian cuisine and will remember hours. When building a cross desktop railroad on an old wooden game table, it is easy to hear the indignation of adults. I mainly tend to gather specific details about conversations when they report family. But regardless of the story, I always think of them as a story.

RK: It is not a specific role but absolutely plays a dynamic role. I grew up in the countryside northeastern Ohio. I grew up with my familiar family, my grandmother lived in the middle, then in the distance my two aunts and my uncle and my two sons, who were in the immediate vicinity of me. I have a sister older than me two years older than me. That's why the four of us are very intimate and companions that can not be separated completely. We met some noisy neighbor boys, and they were horrible and thrilling just as well for me. They sometimes join our small adventurer team. We run roughly in fields and streams, we have a pond and do fishing

One day I remember saying my grandmother was happy to see radioactive blue-green Juicy sweat pants and the following Gothic logo when shopping at a shopping mall in northeastern Ohio. I am 14 years old, I do not know how to think about these iconic sweat in front of me.

Easy feel. When I was hurt, injured, or sad, Colombian grandmother once gave me "Sana". She scratcled me circularly (sometimes my heart) and sang "Sana, Sana, Corita de Lana, Sino sanas hoy, Sanalous Manna". If I do not heal today, I will heal tomorrow. This folk song has magical healing powers for me. Strangely, even if we still need stitching, I will feel better all the time! Sanas was healed. My friend Joe who takes the phone and I came back for a while. He said my 20 - year - old man sent a text message to him. He feels the text has been updated, but he still thinks these are extra. They can not replace the real connection. Sunday's phone is what Joe expects. As he said, "I need to hear her voice to know that she is fine. Her voice tells me everything." This reminds me of my father I will give it. My Sunday is not there forever. I will not