Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Kid

“Choosing Worlds” We are born into a world where we do not know a lot of things and become very curious about our surroundings. We are all chosen to live because of important reasons and as toddlers we obviously do not know much and living in a certain area all of our lives we do not really see what is in other different environments, because of this we do not know any much better. My family, friends and I grew up in a place where it could be toxic and unhealthy both affecting us mentally and physically. I have always thought of things differently

I have acknowledge that my family members and school played a major role in my childhood and one such interrelated relationship they had was the pressure from my parents to be normal. Don’t get me wrong but I loved learning so much, however school simply ruined it for me. The early hours of waking up to the horrible facilities that my school had were just some of the reasons that put me off from exploring my passion and love for learning new things. The fact that everything was just memory based and had no stable reason on why we were performing this constant repetition.

Obstacles come in all different shapes and sizes for everyone. Anyone, whether a celebrity or just a normal kid walking to school has faced or is facing an obstacle in their life. However, overcoming the obstacle and looking back at the experiences. That’s what makes success so sweet. Some can have a dramatic impact in your life such as a relative passing away or moving to a different country.

Kyle had learned his lesson this night; no matter how people may seem, everyone can do bad things and make wrong decisions. Not everyone was truly as they seemed. As time went on Kyle has trouble trusting kids at the school, even those who weren 't at the party. He felt that he really did not know who was good, and who was just

I always saw conflict as a negative thing and something that will end up in damaged relationships, but Weeks (1994) explains how conflict can be seen as positive in many occasions. Anstey (1993) also explains

I left for school, away from home, going to a university where I knew no one. This might be exciting for some as a fresh start; however, for me, it had its miserable moments. Growing up, I developed a fear of what others thought of me because I was often criticized as being abnormal, from befriending mostly girls, to my high-pitched voice, to how feminine I was, or who I found attractive. This social anxiety ate away at me and lead to more problems developing into clinical depression; however, I was beginning to cope and my behavior was becoming less maladaptive. I hoped to prove the fearful voice in my head wrong and succeed in a new environment; however, without the right support system, I began to fall.

It was as if, I spent most of my childhood following other people like a puppet bounded by strings and chains of command. In addition to that, I was bullied constantly in my younger years by my peers and even myself. Spanish was my first language and my difficulty speaking English added to the mockery I received in school. Entering middle-school, I lost my motivation to do well in school. I can only recall my experiences in middle-school crying and alone in the shadows.

I was miserable. The whole day that was all that I could think about. I could never get out of my head and it would distract me from doing my work in some classes that I had with him. He would throw paper balls at me in the class when the teacher turned her back. He would sometimes trip me when I went to sharpen my pencil.

I have done it before. Because I got really mad at that one friend I used to be with every day. Sometimes, I wonder why people can be two-faced. People that are hypocritical make other people seem depressed about themselves.

And as I think back on it,I wish I can take them back. In the end it hurt me because it caused others not to trust me even when I was telling the honest to god truth. Every situation shouldn 't have a bad outcome because of a lie you decided to tell just because. First, having someone thinking you like them and you don 't is wrong and quite embarrassing.

He even helps me with many things, like problems at school or just protecting me when something is going on. Yet, his childhood wasn 't all that great, as he struggled. Back then, before I was born and dad was a child, he was an introvert, and that was the biggest mistake of his life, as he did not go outside. Like I said, he was like me.

He was already expecting my failures and mistakes. I experienced difficulties finding out who I was because I was too preoccupied with doing everything my father was telling me. I felt so cheated, the life I wish I lived was snatched from me. I do not know where it came from, maybe from the exhaustion of listening to my father, but when I entered high school, I switched from not wanting to fail for my parents to wanting to succeed for myself. I challenged myself academically and socially.

These kids have experienced so much at such a little age, they don’t know how to feel. Or if it is right or wrong. This is the outcome of how Jeannette’s parents were raised as

So, I figured why not tell them now before people really start thinking that I was untrustworthy. Well I told my friends first and my family second. The talk felt like it took for hours as I felt my throat burn and my voice started to crook. The response that I was thinking in my head didn’t really come true. Instead, I was really showered by love, understanding, and a little of adjustments here and there.

Even though there were some people who were not too kind to be with, I have also found people who were trying to help me understand what they were learning. Being an immigrant can be a hard thing, but I got