My friend don't understand me, they don't understand why I act out like that, they don't even tried to understand it. Once I think why I have no friends, I find out, I have to change and improve myself. Before, I wandering for friends, but after I change myself, I become an insider. I got friends, but even I have friends, I could see some outsider with no friend. The insiders act kind to the outsider, only when they are face to face.
“They weren’t like this before. Now he had to struggle to say something that interested her, something that made her look up from her plate, or from her proofreading files.” It seems that Shukumar had given up communicating with her” Eventually he gave up trying to amuse her. He learned, not to mind the silence.” The story is told from his point of view and it seems like he is very aware that their marriage is falling apart, but he didn’t make any effort to bring the things the way they were before. He considered that this is just a temporary matter and that they will get over it soon. At the beginning of the story, it seemed that both are deeply affected by the tragic event and both find their own separate way to grief and to continue their lives, but it turns out that Shoba was ready to continue her life without him.
We finally got to Winston-Salem after 2 hours of a long drive. When we pulled up to our new home it was bigger then the last one, I was happy that I moved to Winston, but the only thing was that I didn 't want to go to my new school because I knew no one there and it was going to be very awkward, but when I went the next day it wasn 't that bad, I made new friends so, I wasn 't so lonely. My mom went to work while I was at school. She said that she was glad that she took this job and she doesn 't regret it at all and I was really happy for her. The rest of that day, we explored the places that are in Winston.
I was reluctant to speak to a lot of people due to my speech impediment. I introduced myself to her, and without knowing, we became best friends. Due to my friendship with her, people began to look at me differently. I could tell, but I ignored it hoping the uneasiness would go away, but of course, it didn’t. The next few weeks were hard, but I endured.
We always had a nice house, we’d get new clothes for school every year, and for the most part everyone got along. When my oldest brother, Dylan, was in high school he wasn’t the best kid. He would lie to my parents all the time and throw parties at our house. He barely even graduated high school. Nothing really changed after he graduated either because he didn’t go to college and he didn’t have a job.
I don’t want to say I was naïve; things just didn’t seem to bother me the way it bothered the other kids who looked like me. I had let race begin to consume my mind and felt that what was happening was unfair, and begin to take it out on my white best friend. I got so jealous, angry, and frustrated that we eventually stopped being friends. My view of the world had forever changed since that one moment in middle school. I began to stop
To be honest, I tell my friends everything, much more than I would tell my family, and they accept me and tell me everything that goes on with them in return. A special love and trust exists between friends that does not occur in families, as people have the opportunity to choose friends and build a relationship, but are forced to associate with the family that they are given at birth. For example, when I was younger, I had a crush on a guy, however, I knew he did not like me back. I could not tell my family, as they would just tease me, so I told my friends, and they helped me become friends with him. Instead of my friends telling him about the crush and embarrassing me and losing my trust, my friends kept it between us, and that strengthened our friendship.
However, many people think that with approval respect follows, and that’s not how it turns out in many cases. Society has made people believe that by being materialistic or by trying to compete with one another approval will eventually come. Even though this is what people may think, they sometimes forget that by trying to accomplish something they’re not, respect is lost tremendously in the process. I have never been the type to take offense or worry about what people have to say about me because I’ve always put myself and what matters first, you can call it selfish, but that’s how things get accomplished. Whether it has been helping those who are less fortunate, successfully accomplishing an educational goal, or just by being accepted for who I am, it has brought me self acceptance.
During the first two years of my life in America, my father had a prosperous job that despite its hardship provided us with enough money to not think of the value of it. However, I remember vividly that on the last day of my sophomore year, on a clear afternoon, my father told me that he has lost his job. And soon we had to pack all our belongings because the rent of the house was too high for us to afford. With no sanctuary in this foreign land, and no one to receive help from, no other option was left for us but to leave at a very cheap motel room. During that uncertain, homeless period of my life, I felt the raw, complexity of the world pounding at my naive heart, as I came face to face with a new reality.
I mean I pretty much just lost my best friend, what’s the point of even being here anymore.” At that moment I was thinking of doing it. Everyone pretty much hates me anyway. No one thinks I’m nice, everyone calls me salty. And I used to talk to Zach about this stuff, he would try and tell me positive things. Now we can’t ta;lk about it because he doesn’t know who I