My artifact is a fox pinch pot. It was handmade by me. Choosing colors, it ended up orange and black. My pinch pot is important because it was something I made. Every pinch made, took valuable time and endless effort.
My Special Object My dad said to me “let 's go to the store and find a gun.” So we went to Gander Mountain and Cabela 's and found one we ordered it and I said “ I can 't wait for it to come.” When it came it was long sleek barrel and had a nice fine wood grain stock with a silver trigger mechanism and a gold colored trigger. When I shoot it I think of hunting and trap shooting that 's why it 's mostly special to me.
As naive children, we used to believe life was easy and effortless. Oh boy, we were wrong, we can only wish life would be that simple. Growing up, we continue to face countless hurdles that only get bigger and bigger. My life, in particular, has been filled with numerous up and downs. It felt like I was in an endless roller coaster going up and down.
We all come from different back grounds and walks of life. Each one of us has our own personal view of the world and how we view it from our own lens. With each one of our experiences, good or bad, it helps shapes what we call our worldview. The worldview of each person varies; and none will ever be the same because we each live different lives and yes, maybe influenced a lot by our religion but, we see things differently and handle situations uniquely because we are our own individuals. There are seven questions I asked myself since we got assigned this paper and I’m comfortable with the answers I’ve come up with and my worldview I’ve grown to acquire with my experiences, traditions, and religions.
Accomplishments It took me years to realize, that what I was doing it was not just a hobby. When I was a kid around 6 or 7 years old I started to see, my older brother drawing for his college assignment. My older brother Marcelo used to paint our bedroom every year before the summer start, it was like a ritual to welcome the hot season. One day I suggest him to instead of paint I should do a drawing.
I am the kind of person that likes to be challenged and is determined. Ever since I was a kid, I was eager to learn new things. Although I was always like this, my determination and desire to be challenged grew stronger. I taught myself how to play guitar and piano, and even though it’s still a working progress, that is how it is with everything. It was a challenge
I remember before in my more nonconformist days, I used to worry about such stuff, conventional success. If honest (albeit reluctantly), I still do contemplate conventional success, yet there is a profound difference, I can think on it without the sinister undertones. Previously, my reflection upon success, predominately my own success made me feel awkward, embarrassed and inferior. Though, only in front of myself because there was no-one else around. How absurd.
My family was so excited when i started high school. They got to make calls to the rest of their family back in europe and brag about me but it wasn't just the fact that i started high school it was what i wanted to be after high school, a doctor. I would be the first in my whole family, and to them that was the most exciting acomplishment. It felt good to them and to me, knowing i wanted to be what they wanted. They were proud of me.
My own personal experience began a few years ago as I grew up a boy who likes to play soccer each and every day after school as I was young. During this time when I grow, my parents were assisting to do what I like but they were providing guidance on what I should do and that thing that it must be social acceptable in the society. my mother bought me the soccer boots while I was in grade one, doing my first year at primary level so that I could play soccer, she did this because I was able to find balance between my school work and also playing time. My personal experience also went through when I was 13 years when I had to choose my high school; my parents recommended the school which they thought it was best for
It was the beginning of school of my seventh grade year. It was the first year we could play football and everyone from Moose Lake and Willow River were in it. The practices weren’t easy back then but it was fun being around all of my friends who were in it. Each day we went to practice it got a little bit easier from all of the conditioning they put us through. Then there was the school work that we had to do alongside football, it wasn’t always easy