I was born on the 2nd of January 1992, and this is the story of my journey through life. When I was born, I never cried and always kept my movements to the minimum. It took me only two months to learn how to speak my two native languages of Bengali and Hindi fluently. Yes, I was born in the city of Kolkata, India. My parents are both very interesting people, as my mother was working as a university lecturer and my father worked as an economist helping in the insurance business.
Since I was young, everyone who knew me always imprisoned me in the label of genius.
I rightfully deserved it as I can remember understanding the two languages when I was just around two months old. Even though I grasped the knowledge of linguistics, I did not bother
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My mom got really excited and started to teach me mathematics. Surprisingly, I was a natural at comprehending the logical basis behind the number system developed by humans. The comprehension I already had developed while being silent for three years was dependent upon binary bases and even though initially it took me a while I easily learned how to work with base ten systems and as I comprehended the base logic behind numbers; I had already grasped basic algebra, addition, subtraction, base conversion and much more by the age of four.
This is about when my mother was also trying to teach me color and names. Even though I have a photogenic memory; I am really bad at remembering precise words. When I hear a conversation; I only store the base logic or as you may call it ‘meaning behind the conversation’ in my memory. When my mother was trying to teach me things similar to definitions, I was really bad at it as I always remembered the interpreted meaning and not the exact definition. Around this time, another problem was raised, my parents realized that I was colorblind; even to this date I just believe myself to see the world in different shades than what is normal. Unfortunately, the society labels my visual perception as a unique colorblindness where I swap different colors like pink with purple and green with
December 12th, 1997 was the day I was born, in South Suburban Hospital located in Hazel Crest Illinois. After I was delivered, my family and I moved to Whitewater, Wisconsin, there is when my life took a toll. Living in Whitewater, Wisconsin was a positive and negative experience. I lived there until the age of 12 and then we moved to Chicago, Illinois. Coming from a small town and transitioning into a huge city was such a meaningful process that plays a big part in my story.
Hi Journey Group! If you know me at all, you absolutely know that I crave new experiences and love to share them. This year, I have begun new adventures… from beginning a new job, to becoming the first African-American female Publisher in Charlotte, to fulfilling a life-long dream of writing and publishing a book. We all have connected at different points in my life, and by far, this is the most exciting time for me that I’ve had in a very long time.
At this time of year, I begin to look back at my life after 12 hard years of schooling. Throughout the course of my life, there have been many ups and downs, but these up and downs is what made me who I am today. These influences have shaped my values, attitudes and beliefs towards life. There have been many important people and events that has impacted my life. One of which is family and the media.
I was born on June thirteenth, 1997, at the time 11:11 in Ridgecrest, California. My parents were living in California because my dad was stationed there for the Marines. They later moved back to Minnesota after my dad broke his shoulder. For me the thirteenth is not an unlucky day.
I was born In Laredo TX, on July 19,2001. And when I was born I started to attend Malakoff elementary here In Laredo ,TX. When I was In Kinder thru First. Then my parents did’t like the fact they would talk to me in Spanish so my parents took me out of that school.
I was born on August 16, 1996. My mother has always told me that she knew I would be an impatient person: not only did I come a week early, there were only three hours between her water breaking and hearing my first cries. I was born into a somewhat poor family, but we always had enough to scrape by. A lot of people look back on their childhoods fondly, but I’m afraid I can’t say the same.
I was born on January 21st, 2002 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania at Allegany General Hospital. The next morning my parents brought their youngest daughter home where she would live at for only six months. After six months of living in Pennsylvania, my parents decided that the weather wasn’t ideal for them, so we set out to Palm City, Florida where we have been living for twelve years. I obviously have no memories of my life in Pennsylvania, but I have many of my life in Florida. Wow!
Albert Einstein once said, “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” Although I was not born with the best bike, I have learned to pedal through all the hardships—and that has made all the differences. As a young child, I was shy and timid; however, participating in my high school Cross Country team for four years helped me come out of my shell and become more open and social.
File 4: "The Path Less Traveled"--- • How has all of your experiences and lessons in Costa Rica informed how you are as a leader who is unlike any other leader? My experiences here in Costa Rica have significantly shaped who I perceive myself to be as a leader. What I see in myself is that I am constantly looking out for those who oftentimes may receive the least attention. After many of the adventures and experiences that I encountered, there was one that will continue to stay in my heart for the remainder of my life. While staying with my host family, I would always try to talk to Mario, the son of my host parents who never got much attention.
Becoming bilingual One of my first memories of reading dates back about 13 years. Aged at about 3 or 4 years old, I was still tumbling over small hands and feet, unaware of what to expect when it came down to the very concept of reading, and from whom to expect learning it from. My mother was my greatest influence when it came down to learning the basics of reading and verbal communication.
189520 Your Story It was a warm summer day and I was sitting at home just watching some TV. When my dad came into the room and said “get up you're gonna do this all summer?” He went outside and got out the tree clippers to prune.
I observed how the kids counted the days of the week and recognized each number. They were able to associate the number with the date as well. They sang songs that included numbers. They recognized the geometric forms.
The threshold goblin stood before me, between me and the end of my quest. “You are small, you are weak, you know nothing!” He screeched. My blood started to boil and my anger built. I shouted back, “That’s not true!
As I was reading chapter 4 of the book I can relate to the journey that most deaf people go through with self-actualization. Although I am part of the majority of the world that hears I am also a part of the minority of people that are of African decent living in America I too is on a journey of self-actualization in life. Most of the self-actualization stages that the book talks about currently I am going through what the book calls resistance and immersion where individuals from disenfranchised groups become determined to learn more about their cultural identity” pg 75. I can relate to a deaf person wanting to reject anything that relates to the hearing culture and surround themselves with deaf people and deaf culture. Even thought I was born here in the United States of America I don’t feel
I HAVE LIVED MY LIFE THINKING THAT THE WAY I LIVE WAS NORMAL. I wake up at 7:00, do my homework once I come back from school, do my after-school activity homework, and sleep at 12:00 A.M. to 1:00 A.M. I repeat that every weekday. I had no choice but to think that what I do was what everyone else did. I was wrong.