“There is no need for you to be so stressed, just relax,” my parents told me. I’ve heard those words so many times it has become an echo. Their body language shows indifference in the way they brush it off as no big deal and how their body position stays the same. They don’t lean in attentively or reach their hand out to comfort me. I can’t be stressed, but I’m expected to reach the high standards my parents hold for me. Sometimes it feels like the bar is set so high it’s like reaching for the clouds, trying to get a grasp on any wisp of an achievement I can muster. My parents don’t see it that way though. They can only perceive what it must be like from where they stand but I’m the one experiencing it. To me the situation is overwhelming and …show more content…
My parents taught me the alphabet, how to do basic math, and how to read before I reached the age of four. I enjoyed being able to do all these things. Every time I gave the right answer or read a sentence with ease, my eyes lit up with happiness and I would bounce up and down with joy. Being able to learn all of that allowed me to skip preschool and start in kindergarten. I remember excelling at everything thrown at me. When I was asked to read, the sentences flowed out of my mouth fluidly; one after the other. I could, arguably, read better than most that actually went through preschool. Math was even more simple for me. I could take one look at the problem and my mind sped into high gear giving me the answer in only seconds. This was only the …show more content…
I joined the soccer team, Girl Scouts, orchestra, volleyball, choir, show choir, and JOOI club. Even with the added pressures through my school career, I still managed to keep the good grades and be the good kid my parents wanted me to be. It seemed to my parents that the pressure never bothered me, though that was never the case. Pressure makes it easier for me to work. It makes me focus and work harder so that the pressure is relieved and I can relax for a little while. Sometimes it’s too much and I get extremely stressed; which has happened a lot more in recent years. Stress makes me feel like I’m in a box and the walls are closing in on me and I feel claustrophobic. My entire body gets tense and the muscles won’t relax until I rid myself of the problem. It’s like I’m holding my breath the entire time. I remember one time I told my mom about a bad grade I received on a test and I could immediately tell she wasn’t happy about it. She sounded sympathetic when she said, “That’s okay next time you can do better.”, but her face told a different story. It became more stern and she had a little tilt in her head that went along with the authority in her tone; doing better on the next test wasn’t only an encouragement it was more of an
It showed me that they care about my grades and that I must keep my promise to them. Carol Dweck’s article “The Mindset.” Was about two type of mindsets one being a fixed mindset and the other being a growth mindset. The one that I believe to be more efficient was the growth mindset. This mindset means that one can always grow and improve.
My parents’ example of hard work pushes me to have these goals, and as a child I have the passion to one up my parents, to be better so that my kids can
From a very young age, about 5, I remember reading being the easiest thing I knew how to do. Most kids in my school hated it, but I had a passion for reading. The liberating feeling, and sensation of being able to do something on my own, encouraged me to read even more. Two people
Learning to read and write was not an option; it was a requirement. “School will be what makes you succeed in life,” my parents and educators would say. I did not realize how hard it would be to read and write; however, it came natural to me, in the beginning. Struggling many times, several people did not believe in me; however, that never stopped me from wanting to gain more knowledge as I grew older. There has always been more positive people to motivate me whenever I needed inspiration.
From the time I was born I have been surrounded by sports. My dad tells me that while my mother was giving birth he was watching the Major League Baseball all star game and she made him turn it off. My middle name is Brenden, named after the now retired hall-of-famer, left wing, Brendan Shanahan. I can remember being in love with sports for all my life. For birthday parties when I was younger I would have all of my friends come over and we would play pick up baseball games.
To clarify, my parents are those that have high expectation. My mom in particular is adamant about me doing the best that is possible. If I do not do the best she thinks I can, she will assume that I do not care at all and that I am not trying at the slightest. This all comes from good
Experimenting With Life Growing up, my parents have always told me to become a doctor or a lawyer, but these occupations never sparked interest. I know my parents mean the best for me, but they did not take into account what I enjoyed doing or what I wanted to do. Since my parents never graduated high school, I knew they had high hopes for me to succeed. I felt pressured to become a doctor because I felt as though I have failed my parents if I did not become one. I told myself while lying in bed one day, “Being a doctor is not too bad; at least mom and dad would be proud of me.”
I remember when my mom taught me how to read. " Once upon a time…" I read out loud. The words were spinning in my head and on the pages. I was just learning to read.
“Remember that stress doesn't come from what's going on in your life. It comes from your thoughts about what's going on in your life.” (Andrew J. Bernstein). The world can sometimes ask so much of us that we begin to doubt our own ability. Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel just isn’t visible, but only because in our minds it isn’t there.
Ever since I was a child, I had always taken pleasure in bettering the lives of others. I distinctly remember an instance of this when I was in second grade. My mother had hurt her foot, and I immediately went to work. I examined her foot and deduced that it was hurt. I remember feeling like a genius after my diagnosis.
Knowing my capability to reach a goal, drives me to change. I had announced at work one day I was going to start weight watchers. A coworker scoffed and said, you will never do it. His lack of faith, motivated a 30 pound weight loss. I decided to make the change and then acted on it.
In the second grade, I started public school. Everyone around me was reading and writing. Everyone bragged about learning how to read when they were only 5, some even two. Everyone pressed me to see how I matched up. Everyone knew what they were doing.
The first memory I have of reading is in first grade. Every once and a while, parents were allowed to come to class and hear their kids read to them, so the kids can show off their progress they have made. Naturally I was excited for this, because I love to show off (humbly) my competency in nearly everything I can and this was a perfect opportunity for me to shine. I went over to the bookshelf and picked out a book that was challenging, yet not too hard, and sat down with my Mom so I could read to her.
So from traditions through hard times my family has always pushed to achieve my goals. Whether it 's to save a certain amount of money to doing better in school they have always pushed me. I remember struggling really hard in the fifth grade with math and science. This year was when I got to be in a class with my teacher being pregnant. She was only there for a few months and then leaving for maternity leave.
My dad has always told me “if you work hard, any dream is possible”. That was my motivation throughout the years. Being able to play soccer and keep good grades is very hard but working hard in the world makes everything possible to achieve. As the oldest child and being able to be the first in your generation to attend college has been my mindset but also it has shaped me to be the person I am today. My dad and mom have gave me many things in my life for me to be happy and filled with happiness.