I’m a follower of Jesus recovering from, well, a lot of things. Let me tell you about my family. My siblings and I were raised to not disappoint anyone. However, being the middle child, oh we need to stop the middle child = black sheep because the middle children tend to settle into that expectation since it is what people think of us anyway. Either way, that stereotype doesn't help.
Going back to my childhood and family background, I was the first one to make a mess; I did not live up to my parents' expectations even if I can. I do well in school, sports, and music, but I just didn’t feel like doing more because I was so unmotivated. I don't really remember a lot of childhood stuff. Let's skip to the ones I remember:
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As I was being delayed in college because of my choices, I started using illegal drugs but I got bored of it. When the people close to my heart got curious about drugs, I took it upon myself to introduce it to them so that I can control how much they use for their first time and they wouldn't overdose.
I never got addicted with any substance; may it be alcohol, cigarettes, recreational and prescription drugs. I did try to abuse it didn't work. So when my friends found out that I never get hooked on anything, they asked for my help to get over their addictions. I tried by altering the substance while taking note of their behavior. I found those people as test subjects and it was fun because I saw a challenge. However, it was a short-lived experiment and it was the high of the trial and error that made me happier more than anything. You see, being a psychology major placed me in an advantage; I never got into serious trouble with my entire misdemeanor because I learned to manipulate scenarios, people and their reactions. I live my life as if I'm at the edge of the cliff; always at the peak but never falling into the abyss. To protect myself from being hurt by others, I became cold, detached, and harsh. Add improper relationships during all these and you got
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Lastly, modern young adults have to deal with addiction when they get addicted to substances without even knowing what they are doing. Young adults think it's not a big deal and it is just for enjoyment and is getting highly addicted to illegal substances. Billy Manas states that “There is
Instead of hating bugs or spiders, I hated the outside as a child. Preferring to stay indoors, I spent my hours reading and drawing, dreading the moments my parents dragged me to a field to force sports down my throat. Basketball, soccer, volleyball; I tried all and loathed indiscriminately. Unfortunately, my father loved the outdoors, saving money for exotic vacations such as driving to the tip of Mexico instead of buying the latest iphone. Forced to go along with the rest of the family, I despised every minute of it.
In the spring of 2014 the tenth grade class of Small-Town Rose Valley, Saskatchewan was presented with the opportunity to travel to Hamilton, Ontario - something few of us had ever had the chance of doing. Getting accepted into The Society for Educational Visits and Exchanges in Canada, SEVEC for short, meant that we would be participating in a student exchange program and jaunting to visit and experience the lives of people in Hamilton, and that people from Hamilton would get to do the same in Saskatchewan. Our first day in Hamilton was overwhelming regarding the size of the city, however it was a lot of fun. We travelled to see Niagara Falls, which is arguably one of the top tourist attractions in Canada. Dubbed “The Honeymoon Capital of the World”, I can see how a place like The Falls would be a popular place to visit for newlyweds considering the beauty and prosperity of the place.
I have always strived for more ever since I was a child. My mother dropped me off on a doorstep at the age of eighteen months. I grew up with this woman who was less than nice. A lot would go on within the household and I would always think to my self that I would not be like them when I grow up. We moved around a lot, resulting in me having to go to multiple schools.
Risks can be something huge to overtake that leave you paralyzed with fear. But often smaller risks are overlooked even though they have the potential to change your life. The best risk I have ever taken in my life is a seemingly small one in the grand scheme of things, but I know at the time it seemed a monumental task, but if I had never gotten the courage to take that risk my life would probably be drastically different today. That sounds somewhat dramatic, but I suppose it all goes back to drama, specifically theatre, that is. The first show I ever saw was Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella when I was a high school freshman.
On Thursday 12/16/16 at 2201 hours I contacted Johnson by phone. Johnson was very upset that a Police report had not been taken, and when I explained I had read the previoud calls that stated she had given the male permission to take the vehicle, Johnson being screaming at me so loudly I could not understand what she was saying. After a few moments Johnson began speaking in a normal tone and explained to me she never gave the male permission to take her vehicle. Johnson told me on Wednesday 12/14/16 at about 0200 hours she was with her friend Julie Prunty in Tacoma. Johnson told Prunty indroduced her to a male, and her and the male drove to her residence (Johnson 's residence).
It was a warm fall day, causing lots of restlessness in the classrooms of the High School. It’s almost 7:30 and the bell rings in just under a minute. All of the students in Ms. Mantee’s english class already want to leave and enjoy the warm weather. Unfortunately, class has just begun. Gloria Anzaldua, who is always late, stumbles into the class room with her sister who's just a grade below.
I have grown as an academic student in college and career readiness, as displayed through my English 101 class. This was my third college class on the campus of Los Angeles Mission College, so I thought I was prepared and ready. Yet in my English 101 class I had to come up with my own prompts for my essays and merely came into class to listen to lectures on the basics of English. This was the first class that the teacher did not give me the rules on what to do for the assignment, I had to come up with it myself. Professor Diaz-Cooper did not hand out How-To papers or grading rubrics - she expected us to know and acquire all this information on our own.
On Friday, October 16th John Etta Rasberry, my sister was driving to campus from student teaching at Pope Elementary when one of her front tires and the axles came apart, while attempting to make it to campus. At this time, I was at work. Away from my cellphone. John Etta called me several times, but I was unaware of the missed calls due to being at work. A resident’s from the community that witness the incident was kind enough to help her to get the vehicle towed from the street location, where the tire rolled off and the axle in the front of the vehicle came a loose.
Taking different English and writing classes has allowed me to write different types of papers. One paper that can be very challenging is the personal narrative. There are certain requirements that you must follow; each paper is different depending on who assigns it. When I am assigned to write this type of paper, usually it is dreadful to start and accomplish. This type of paper should just be removed from college writing courses.
Personal Narrative Every kid or teenager has disobeyed their parents thinking that they were right and their parents were wrong. Instead of cleaning your room or doing homework you choose to play a video game or go outside. When I was in 5th grade I did the same, except the consequence wasn’t just getting yelled at. I ended up going to the hospital, at 8 p.m. When this accident happened, I was in 4th grade and living in California. I had a giant backyard with plenty of room to play in, a pond, and a huge playset.
I wish not to self-diagnose but I can relate to one of the coping styles which stood out to me. The coping style that I identify most with is the Moving Towards coping style. Consequently, upon introspection, I realize as a child that I always try to cater to both my parents and my siblings and even friends. I would always cook and clean and go out of my way to make my family happy.