Personal Narrative: I Can Drive

The ability to drive myself around in a car with no parents hovering over me in the passenger seat is what I consider to be freedom. I have the ability to decide where and when I want to go out, without having to worry about who is picking me up or dropping me off. This is because I have my driver’s license. Before I elevated to this stage of freedom, I experience failure upon receiving my driver’s license.

My father’s strict, higher standards and influence on my life is what drives me to succeed as he did. From the expectations of my parents, I developed an aptitude to accept the challenges presented between me and my goals and to work endlessly towards overcoming them. I consistently attempt to embody the constant expectation of higher success that produced the same stubborn, hardworking, and selfless character in my father.

I never even got to say goodbye. When my dad left it was the hardest it's ever been for my family and I, and we were never quite the same. After a while I began to fill into my father's shoes. “Aaron, one day you’re going to have to raise a family of your own. You’re a man, you’re going to have to be the provider for the family.” These words spoken by my mother have run deep through my soul and has shaped me to the very being I am today. I have three sisters, a mother, and a niece. Being the only boy in a family full of women is tough; it seems like the transition from being a boy to a man swiftly creeps upon you, and you suddenly inherit a large sense of responsibility within the household.

After many obstacles I finally obtain my driving licence. My first appointment day was a friday morning of January. I remember I did wake up late and I took a shower really fast. When I get out of the shower my mom told me to eat something but i could not because I did not have enough time. I remember that I had to run to take the first bus. I get to the stop on time but the bus arrive five minutes late. Thanks God when I get out of the bus the second bus was already there and I just get in. I was making my make up on the bus, and the bus driver look at me and in his face I could see that he felt sorry for me because maybe he could see that I was nervous, worry and late. When I get to the DMV I told to the front desk lady that I was there

Personal identity refers to the concept you develop of yourself that evolves over time. This includes aspects of your life you don’t have control over such as where you were born and raised, your skin color, and your sexuality. However, your personal identity may also contain things such as choices you make and what you believe. These aspects that are controllable are subject to change as you develop a better sense of self identity. Defining my self, I can attribute several processes that allow me to view certain aspects of my identity. Ever since 4th grade I was a student athlete playing basketball. The role of student athlete has played a big part in my life and contributed to many of the things I believe myself to be. It has ultimately

However, people can understand the experience that we can not always fulfill our parent’s expectations of us. Placing someone above their capacity and always being disappointed with that person’s results can only bring harm to

Darthy Jones, Carl Story and Yolanda Jones are the three people who has influenced me the most. Darthy Jones is my grandma. Carl Story is my father. Yolanda Jones is my mother. These are the people who has played a big part in my life. All of them has taught me something in life that i will never forget and can input into my children. These are the people who helped builded, Yolanda Patricia Jones.

Differences are often produced during the conversation, reduce differences, won the approval of the people is the focus of the third chapter. Twelve method completely summarized how to better won the approval of the others, and others on the same point of view. There are several kinds of twelve method is my father taught me before. Article 3 the If you 're wrong, admit and article 8 stand in others point of view. When I was a child often makes mistakes when my father was often criticized me. I am a very like to debate, I 'm with my family go to great lengths to explain why not because of my own and make mistakes. But the fact is that or did I do wrong, hurt, are spending their parents money, dad didn 't want to quarrel with me, but said to

Mrs. Berrand falls into the Black minority group and identify themselves as members of the low middle class. She completed high school in her country, but was unable to pursue higher education due to financial difficulty. She claimed there is no college graduate in her family so far, but most of the members of her generation, including her, were high school graduated. She values education and would like her children to have a higher education. When she arrived in the United States, she did different kinds of jobs with minimal wages until she had a chance to be trained as a Certified Nursing Assistant (CNA) after 3 years that she had been in America. She works full time in a Long Term Care facility where she works very hard, providing personal

Conflict is an unavoidable situation that most of the time is dealt wrong, even so many older folks would push the idea that conflict can indeed be avoided and dealt properly. Growing up in a Hmong family, we were strictly discipline and taught to never argue back or yell at anyone older than you because it was insanely disrespectful. All five of my siblings including myself, were to follow this “conflict script” and use it to guide us in life. As a young boy, conflict seemed to be an everyday practice for me. Since I grew up with 3 other brothers and toys and accessories were always limited for all of us, me and my brothers would always get into fights and scuffle. And almost every time be punish for doing so. I felt that my parents or dad

Andrew, my older brother, in middle of the road he was tired to keep ride the ox for 1 month. He asked me to replace him, so he can get some sleep. But then I do not have any experience of riding ox, that cause our wagon go wrong trail. The sky was dark like almost rain, I was panic. Everyone was in poor health because digest least food. It will take the several days to get back the trail, I scare that we can’t get back in time.

My oldest brother, Colten got a four-wheeler. So he invited my family over to come see it and possibly drive it around his backyard. When we got to his house, his dog came running out jumping and running around like he always does.

“Driving just fine? You’ve been swerving into the other lanes and hitting the rumble strips! You can’t even drive in a straight line. May I remind you that you almost hit an overpass?” My forehead was growing hot, and I could feel it spread to my cheeks. I leaned over the center console and turned the air-conditioning on full blast again.

After reflecting on my past, I observed that I grew up in an enculturated environment. I never questioned my parent’s ways of doing things. In addition, I trusted that my parents

I was finally stepping outside my comfort zone learning to ride a bike. The most memorable time in my life was the time my dad taught me how to ride my first bike. At the age of six he taught me the basics of riding a bike. Along with rules that were set in order to help me be responsible with my bike. I learned to ride a bike without training wheels. He also taught me to stay motivated no matter how many times I wanted to give up because of my mistakes. I remember the day like it was yesterday even though it was eighteen years ago. This is one of the proudest moments in my life. It’s a lesson that I’ll never forget. Being taught how to ride a bike for the first time was exciting.