This usually negatively affects many friendships since one may care more about their marks than their friends. This affected my relationships with my peers that I always worked with positively, but the relationship with those who I never or rarely worked with did not go so well. There are many factors that affect how my relationships with others at school can have positive and negative outcomes. It is important to understand these issues and always go for what is
But the thing is, there are so much of these people who are different than you. Getting along with them and having a good relationship is so hard that sometimes you have to give yourself up and become a new kind of person. This might sound really odd, but that’s the way I have been trying since last 2 years and it worked pretty well. You can not expect others to change their all traits and attitudes, there must be a moment when you have to make concessions and just react to them with a big smile. The point is, when you realize that you are one of the minority and are different than others, in my case everyone who were born in United States, however, and want to be accepted to their group, you have to be the first person who changes yourself and is willing to be accepted.
Steven Pinker made so very interesting arguments in The Blank Slate that caused me to question and try to rationalize how I truly came about to become the person that I am today. When I was younger I was always taught to believe that God has some plan for me and that everything that occurred in my life was all apart of some grand master plan that God had laid out for me and not to worry and that everything was going to work out fine as long as I was a good person. I believed that people were definitely born inherently good and that certain factors for whatever reason caused people to lose sight of that and become corrupted and acting poorly. I believed that we all have a soul and are free to make whatever choices we want but we should try to
I think the hardest part of working on big projects was delegating; I am often worried that if I don’t complete something myself it will not get done. I have learned through experience that the best leader that people want to help is one that assists in all tasks that need to be completed in a project but one that also steps back and lets others take responsibility. Through the many projects I have helped execute in my school, I believe I have made a positive difference; yet, I did not want to be seen as the assigned
No matter what the situation is, it has always been important to me to be honest with not just those around me, but with myself. For example, I once noticed that an instructor had given me a higher grade than I deserved on a quiz, and I never hesitated to report the mistake. Furthermore, I have also exemplified selflessness
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. But people were still accepting of me which I was surprised from where I was raised because almost anyone who was different would have ridiculed. So, the life lesson was to be not afraid of what people think about
From the time we began talking in class about attachment styles and what they look like, I have been fairly certain about what my attachment style is. I believe I have a secure attachment style, but with ambivalent tendencies. This attachment style impacts every part of my life, especially my relationships with God and others. I consider myself a securely attached person, but my life has also produced some insecure attachment issues that I am still working through. Relational beliefs that come from my secure attachment style include the beliefs that I am worthy of love and capable of receiving love, that others are trustworthy and available to be there for me and display love.
In my childhood I rarely took notice to the impact that Cystic Fibrosis was leaving on my life. But, by my adolescent years it became almost impossible to ignore that having CF made me unlike my peers. While having CF did have many negative impacts on my life as any life-threatening condition does, I believe that my CF molded me into a strong, independent, intelligent young woman. Compared to many of my peers I find myself to be more ambitious and dedicated to my goals. People have often told me that I am hard on myself when it comes to dreams and goals.
I’ve always been this way, but when I was younger I was described as simply “shy.” This was never the case, though, I was much worse than shy. I was scared of people, the world, everything. Think Chuckie from the children’s show “Rugrats,” if you’ve seen it. Because of my anxiety, I have a tendency to make things much worse in my head than they actually are. Many people are able to work through issues and move on, but for me, even once they’ve been “resolved” I constantly rethink the situation over and over in my head.
My family is very inspiring to me. I am very thankful that my parents brought me into this world. Growing up my parents always showed me how exactly things work in life. One of the hardest things that I had to accept was that I could not have everything I wanted. There were times when my parents spoiled me but I was always taught to be thankful of the things that I had and to not be so selfish.
In addition to the strict guidelines being raised in a religion that is very different from the people around you can often lead to ridicule and criticism for a child, which can be pretty depressing when you were born into a situation that you have no control over. Throughout my childhood consistently being different and having different practices than people around me, while frequently discouraging, helped me identify with who I was as a person and grow my confidence because by not giving much consideration to what people
Academic writing has several misconceptions and myths that many people use till this day. Many people can admit that it is difficultt to break these habits/ misconceptions that we may have been learning since elementary school. The myth "Paint by Numbers" is a misconception that I truly struggle with. Ever since I was in middle school, I was always told to use a specific format and nothing else; hence the reason I sometimes struggle when I may have to write essays that are more lengthy, because I already made my point of the topic and gave my reasoning on why I support it, yet I still fall below the minimum requirement of words.
I used to think that I had already achieved my identity, but I now believe that I am in Identity moratorium. I have always been committed to everything that I have decided to do in the past, from relationships to school groups. I have been loyal to everything because I learned from my parents crisis that I suffered from while growing up. However, I have recently been wondering if I actually have experienced all that I needed to to achieve my own identity and understand who I am, and what I like and dislike because I have been feeling differently about things than I used to. Much of my family and their cultural influences that have contributed to my identity status.