Whether single or married, the stress of attending college often burdens relationships with family and friends. Time and flexibility to engage in social activities you once participated in become a lesser priority now with homework. This can create some friction with friends and family members that do not understand why you suddenly have disappeared off the face of the planet. Having your own family and kids while attending college can make life even more stressful. I love my family and I would not change anything about them for the world, but combined with college and work it can all become incredibly overwhelming.
Paragraph 1: I am intrinsically motivated to (extend or persist in) my social work education due to my difficult upbringing and my moral obligation to my community. In my (early days), I saw a heavy deal of instability. While my parents were hardworking, they often were unable to manage their finances. Our household was (driven) from our household many times due to eviction and lived in hotels or temporarily settled with relatives. I was uprooted repeated and this directly affected my academic performance, my social skills, and my ability to trust others.
“Lower household income and educational attainment were associated with greater amounts of negativity in mothers’ interactions with their children” (Winer, Thompson, and Davis). Parents struggle with not being able to be there for their child through there hardest time. There is less nurture in the house which can lead to depression among the child. Children in poverty isolate themselves from students at school in have nobody to lean on but themselves. They are more likely to be bullied because of their grades.
Ethical Question It is very interesting how professionalism has been pictured in the arts of work in the history. Professional code of conduct has been a topic under question especially when it comes to the youths and the teen age. This topic circulates around questions on aspects including how teachers are trained, how history is presented, and how storybooks for both middle and high school are written. Teens of the school going age are usually very critical about the materials presented to them.
Grades do not support the dream, or finances cannot manage the education needed. Feelings of disappointment and an attitude of giving up follow soon after, just as Edna experiences. Struggling to live the life one desires is one of the greatest hardships faced and is felt all around. Whether it is Edna or anyone else, change is difficult and can be devastating to life as one knows
During the closing song, I experienced an overwhelm of emotions, and I was shocked to realize that fear was one of them. I feared for the campers due to return home by noon the next day, who had to return to a world that is far less accepting than MHKC. I was blessed with glimpsing personalities that rarely got acknowledged due to the marginalization against the disabled community in our society. The sense of belonging is a fundamental human need, and I realized in that moment that the children and adults around me had struggled all their lives with meeting that need. Belonging in a society that tends to be hyper-judgmental is no easy feat, which is made even more difficult due to the often physical symptoms apparent in many members of the disabled
High school was difficult for me to put it simply. Throughout almost all of it I was depressed. Caused by one thing or another and always varying in intensity, it was the only persistent aspect of my high school career. There are far too many events, feelings, and thoughts that provoked my spiral that I’m rendered unable to recall them all. Starting with my questioning of the morality of man after reading “All Quiet on the Western Front”, only to be escalated by the stresses of the IB program, then heightened by the worries that came with applying and affording college and my future in general.
In college people believe that they can be trusted on their own. This is shown by the lack of support that they have to fall back on. In high school you always had your parents to help you. Then now in college there's usually no parents to help you.
Growing up as a kid, I was quite the troublemaker. I would do inappropriate things at inappropriate times and it caused me to get in trouble frequently. It didn’t matter whether or not I was in or out of school, I would continue to do obnoxious things. It could range from saying offensive words, physically hurting someone, or having zero consideration for others. At that time I felt like I didn't really know a lot about the world and it caused me to do things and ask questions later.
As time passes, military active duty parents are most of the time not around to celebrate and share those special moments with their own children. This could be difficult to understand especially at such a young age for children. “Much of the research about military children examines stressful experiences (for example, a parent 's deployment, moving, or maltreatment and abuse) or the deficits that these stress factors purportedly cause (for example, poor academic performance, depression, or behavioral problems).” (Cozza) During the time of when active duty men and women are gone, spouses are left to take care of everything on their own. For example, spouses have to raise their children by playing two roles as both parents.
I was sitting in the tattoo parlor with my head resting on the black leather chair staring at my mom from the corner of my eye. I could not tell if she wanted to curse everyone in the room or cry, I came to the conclusion that it was it was probably both. In my mom’s words, I was getting a hole drilled into my nose. In my words, it was a nose piercing. This was the biggest fight I’ve ever had with my mom.
Culturally, family is the base of my Hispanic heritage. As a child my mother taught me that family is the most important aspect of life. I remember my abuelita and uncle visiting every Thanksgiving and telling stories about their youth, from my uncle getting lost in Yosemite National Park to my abuelita regularly being dragged by the ear to Mother Superior’s office. When she came to visit, my abuelita would always share the family albums that she had stuffed in her suitcase. With every picture there was both a story and a lesson.
Choosing to be a Mexican over American Today I feel more like a Mexican than anything else even though I was born in the united states. I may have papers and be American but hearing other ethnicities call my people immigrants and illegal makes me feel more like an immigrant myself. I feel this way because although I am considered an American I would much rather stand by my people and my culture. I would label myself as a Mexican-American, Latina, person of color, and as a minority. I describe myself as a Mexican-American because I was born and raised in Chicago and from Mexican descent.
19 years ago today in a Hispanic house hold two parents three siblings and the world to conquer. Screaming, laughing, learning and growing molded this one young lady to overcome all statics .Factors such as birthplace, extracurricular activities and the simple thing she couldn’t control, her origin were deciding factors for where she is present day. New York, the city that never sleeps, a city diverse in all aspects of life, the city where it all started. 18 years growing up in Harlem wasn’t all it was cracked up to be especially for a young Hispanic female. Being surrounded with drugs, violence and public disobedience were some of the easiest of distractions that I encountered every day.