Ever since I was young I have always enjoyed lending a hand to someone, I felt needed support in one way or the other, and this passion of mine helped shape what the future may hold for me on a rainy summer night after my soccer game. It was on a Tuesday night around 11.15pm when my soccer game ended, I ran straight to the men’s washroom because I was dying to use the toilet. Unfortunately for me, I took too long and missed my only ride home; they must have thought I had another ride home. I became bewildered about what to do next then, I thought about giving my mother a call. I reached into my bag for my phone and tried turning it on but, it was unresponsive so I figured my phone battery was dead.
Starting a new life away from home can be difficult. Many young adults experience this every year when they decide to go away to college. It is obvious to say that around that age is when young adults start getting to know themselves, and start acquiring better understanding of what they want from life. I am currently going through my first year of college, I can relate to the new lifestyle I started having when I came to CSUCI, but I have also seen many things that has made me learn from other people’s experiences. I wrote a letter pretending to be a worried mother as my project number two for my English 102 class last semester. I wanted to focus on women because I am a woman and I’ve heard and experienced cases where someone I know had an
Fifty-two chapters, thousands of girls, timeless friendships through sisterhood, one big family. I’ve always known that I wanted to move away from home for greater opportunities and experiences. Although my parents were very optimistic about my decisions and the route I chose, it was difficult to leave home. The five-hour flight alone, the lonesome nights without my family, the horrifying first day speeches and upperclassmen, having no car to get around, and maybe the possibility of not liking your dorm roommates. It felt like the list would never end. During the first few weeks of my freshman year in college, I felt incredibly disoriented and uncomfortable. I felt reserved, shy, and afraid of what other people thought about me, which definitely
There are five levels of conflict, intrapersonal, interpersonal, intragroup, intergroup and interorganizational (Borkowski, 2016, p. 307). Intrapersonal is something that occurs within an individuals mind (Miriam Webster, 2018). Intrapersonal conflict typically occurs when there are multiple options for an individual to choose and is often correlated with goal, conflict or affect types of conflict (Borkowski, 2016, p. 307-308). Within Intrapersonal role conflict, there are three subcategories: person-role, intrarole, and interrole. Person-role conflict occurs when an individual has a personal conflict with what their role requires, while the intrarole conflict occurs when their experience is different than what is supposed
The first time I attended college I was very young; I was motivated to get my criminal justice career started. I thought I was on my way. I thought that there was no way I could’ve been stopped. Times took a turn for the worst or so I thought. The first thing that happened was that my father had fallen ill. He began to get to a point where he was going to need full time assistance. I wasn’t sure how I was going to help him and myself too. Now, I worked full time, I went to school fulltime. My plate was full. Yet, I made sure my father was taken care of. I was so close to completing school when my father passed away, I was torn. I was lost in a place that I didn’t want to do anything after that. I dropped out of college, I stopped doing everything
I am in a wheelchair. At that time I had a lot more strength than I do now so I used a manual wheelchair versus the electric one I use now. I actually didn’t spend much time in my wheelchair because so many of the games we played were on the floor. I would just crawl around from one place to another with my wheelchair safely in the corner.
Mom and Dad are dressed up to take me home. It feels the same, though, I 'm wearing what I always wear, khaki pants and my tie-dyed T-shirt and my dressy shoes. Dad has to work so they decided to come early. I 'm frightened as I vision going to school tomorrow, however I 'm excited to start at a new school, a fresh start for a new me. As I 'm about to leave, I look around and can 't believe five days ago I was contemplating killing myself. As I walk around I tell everyone bye, it 's almost sad leaving I actually felt like I belonged somewhere for the first time in my life. I say goodbye to Armelio, Humble, Bobby, The Professor, Smitty, Ebony, and Noelle. I 'm really going to miss not spending my time with Noelle and eating in the dining room.
As soon as a walk out of Mrs. Bates apartment I instantly think to myself “what just happened”. How could someone be so kind, sympathetic and forgiving to a thief like me? She does not know that I steal in the hope of being able to provide for me and my 3 younger siblings. Why I said I wanted money for shoes, I do not know. But still she decides to give me a second chance. She could have easily called the police, she did not. As I walk the dark streets back to the shelter where my siblings are waiting for me I stumble upon a purse lying on the ground across the street. I run over to pick it up. As I open the purse I see a pen, a book, some makeup stuff I honestly have no clue what are, and a wallet inside. I cannot help myself, I immediately check if there is any money
When beginning a new challenge, I am not one to immediately stand out among the crowd. Being misplaced into the middle of my parents divorce—from a young age—taught me to remain silent. Moving schools twice taught me that at first you are better off standing on the sidelines, but growing up taught me that all of these were God’s gifts to me, and I am a great person today because of it.
A weird feeling surged through me as my friends, Gabby and Julia, and I were going to the Cheesecake Factory, but I pretended it was nothing because I couldn 't wait any longer to eat my Fettuccine Alfredo. When we arrived at the restaurant I felt in heaven because of the smell of Italian food cooking in the kitchen. Once we sat down, Gabby received a phone call. I could already sense something was wrong the second Gabby picked up the phone; my stomach was filled with butterflies that were trying to get out. “Mom what are you talking about…MOM!” Gabby said. Her face turned pale, while her eyes were widening and I could feel the room closing in on us. I never thought this day would come but now it was here right in front of us. I thought I knew what it was like to be in pain, to feel heartache and sadness. This was before I was holding my best friend sobbing in my arms when she found out her father passed away.
One thing that occurred today during recess was a student spitting on another student. This reminded of something that I would tell my daughter when she was younger. I told her that if anyone hit her, she was to hit them back. Yes, I know BAD advice! Anyways, when I was talking to the girl that spit on another student, I did not do have the other student spit on her. If I did that, it would be degrading, intimidating, and flat out gross. Instead, I asked the student if I went around spitting students or if the other student spit on her. Her answer was, “no”. So I had her apologize to the other little girl. Unfortunately, because she lied to me when I first asked her, I had her walk laps. Normally if it is something “simple”, I explain
In order to ensure a well-run purposeful program that is responsive to participants needs, I am always available when another co-worker is in need of assistance or support. It 's very important that I work together with them as a team to make sure all children are comfortable and happy around their teachers and caretakers. I benefit greatly when receiving constructive criticism or feedback because I want to be the best teacher I can to my children. i keep trusting and professional relationships with my program 's supervisors and owners. I am very responsible in making sure that state regulations and licensing is being followed at all times. Making sure the correct ratio of each child to a teacher is done always so each child has a caretaker to give the children the proper attention they need. I show great confidence and a positive attitude for any program I 'm a part of. All parents, guardians, and other members of the community must know how rewarding and educational the center they are sending their children to is.
Hi, im Bean the ghost, i was abandoned by my parents when i was 8 months old. I was left at these old peoples house that i really hate. I have lived in Michigan for my whole life and now im 17 years old and the only friend i have is a jelly bean jar, his name is Jammy. He sometimes gives me jelly beans and it reminds me of eating little kids. Anyways im here to tell you about how my life changed by a little boy named Flib.
“Life has many ways of testing a person’s will,either by having nothing happen at all or by having everything happen all at once” -Paulo Coelho
My first day of high school as a freshmen in a new level of education Is what I was thinking when I woke from slumber that morning in bed. Stepping foot on the campus wasn’t even the beginning, taking the school bus in the morning is where the first taste of being a freshmen and actually starting and being an high school student. I started to get really nervous and a sense of reality hit me. Walking towards the bus stop all I see is a huge group of high school students waiting around for the bus, calm and cool as I try to stay to be I approach the waiting area not knowing what to I’m getting into. This surge of anxiety