Simi Personal Narrative

Parent-teen relationships influence your academics, your actions, and the choices you make. As one can tell Sharon M. Draper’s novel focuses on relationships and depression. After all, if Andy had a relationship with his parents he probably wouldn’t have committed suicide. As a result, Andy suffered as well as, his parents when he died. They faced the consequences of not having a relationship with Andy. To begin with, Andy could have asked for support. No one should ever suffer from depression. With all things considered, relationships are majorly essential in one’s life. For teens mostly or kids who are having a hard time in life Relationships are beneficial especially, parent-teen relationships. But, keep in mind, not all parent-teen relationships are positive and effective. In any case, relationships have an impact on your everyday

I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud.

Emilie and I both worked till 8 that Saturday. After work we went home and packed everything and headed out by 9. We then drove our way towards the cabin we got there at 10. When we got there we got situated with our room. We then sat outside with everyone until we went to sleep at 12. We then woke up the next day around 8 or 9 and had breakfast and ate some cereal.

When I moved to the small town of Luther, Oklahoma I didn 't talk much. I was shy and had trouble making friends. I couldn 't care less about my schoolwork, even though my teachers thought I was very bright. I wasn 't interested in sports. At my old school I was active in Girl Scouts, but I lost interest in that a year or two after moving. The troop in Luther wasn 't as active as I hoped. Then, when I was thirteen my mom introduced me and my younger sister to Job 's Daughters. Job 's Daughters is sponsored by the Free Masons and includes girls 10-20 years old who believe in God. At first, I was skeptical about whether I would fit in with this group, but I soon grew to love this organization for it 's beauty. This Masonic-sponsored, youth

Emily Dykstra and Dr. Jennifer Feenstra, both professors within the psychology department, discussed the journeys of their faith life and how they came to truly articulate their personal beliefs. These professors also talked about the many challenges faced by “emerging adults” who perhaps have a rather weak hold of their faith in the midst of a heavily-secular world and how to deal with such challenges. Of course, they believe that our education at Northwestern equips us as “courageous and faithful learners” with the suitable framework for our faith, yet they also realize that this Christian environment may be sheltering us from the harsh realities of the world. This session reminded me of a previous discussion I had with my FYS class about why we believe what we believe. Through that discussion, I realized that I had never really articulated what my faith actually meant to me. Instead, I simply piggybacked off my parents’ beliefs and called them my own. This session, and my FYS experience, has led me to a desire of being able to truly articulate my own beliefs and to take control of my faith life instead of being spoonfed religious beliefs from my

The life I grew in is the world of constant moving. I have lived in China, Taiwan, Utah, Nevada, and California. My academic life was marked by transferring into different schools - four elementary schools, including Challenger school, three middle schools, including an IB program, and two high schools including a Career Technology Academy (CTA). I have developed great coping skills, and learned to appreciate social and cultural differences in various educational settings. I realized that each community that I have been living in had its unique personality.

Just as I began to enjoy my stay in California, I had to leave once again. Again, I became an empty slate having to start anew in a different middle school. However, this time I was much more accepting of the sudden move to Arizona, especially since I knew that the move was for the sake of my mom’s job, and for the sake of my siblings and I’s livelihood. I learned how to sacrifice factors in my life, such as spending my 8th grade year with my friends, for other important aspects such as my mom’s job. While moving often may take a toll on a person’s life, I felt that my move to Arizona was healthy. I was able to gain new friends and experiences, all important for my constant

Everyone is so happy about the relationship with their dad but not me i wish i never met mine! My biological father when i was smaller didn’t care about me at all and my well being. He chose his girlfriends kids over me and it got to the point that i could not take it anymore. In 2012 i told my mom i could not do it and i said i need to get away from him. So we fought and fought to get it so i did not need to go up there anymore. He complained but then we found out that i was old enough we did not need to fill out any papers and i could be myself and make my own choice. So i did not talk to him for the longest time and then something told me i needed to make plans and talk to him. He and i went to dinner which was awkward, never ending, and i wanted to leave

We all grow up with different surroundings, people, and cultures. I was born in Hood River and lived here for three years, then I moved to White Salmon across the river. My life in White Salmon was simple, I had two hard working parents and went to Preschool. I would play outside with friends, like a normal child should. I became older and began to attend Elementary school, I would work hard, do my homework, and occasionally read with my father. Up until I was seven my father had both of his jobs in Hood River, therefore we had to move back and I had to abandon everyone I knew. I attended another school with kids I didn 't know. Moving had dramatically changed my life.

I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.” I breathed out loud. This past week i’ve felt jittery inside my stomach, holding back the smile i’ve wanted to show. Tomorrow was the day it all happened. I held my legs to my chest and thought about all the good things that could happen.

Growing up, I lived a content and carefree lifestyle. My hometown of Montebello, California was quite lovely in my eyes, and I spent most of my youth outdoors, riding bikes along a river and having picnics in lush parks with my family. There were a few bumps in those days that made me question the safety of my neighborhood, such as a shooting on my street and waking up at night to find the blinding spotlight of a helicopter pointed straight behind our apartment, where a criminal had hid, but I couldn’t have been more than seven. My family was always around, and with our playfulness there wasn’t any trouble forgetting the sketchy situations.

It is 4:00am in the morning, and life begins anew in my household. Clothes are being laid out and breakfast is being cooked. The sounds of the morning begin to take shape. The coffee maker eschews the splendid flavors of coffee which engulfs the small apartment. These early mornings are followed by late nights. The life of a cab driver in the city of Miami is filled with tumultuous up and downs that result in great emotional strain. I truly did not understand the struggle that my parents go through to make ends meet and it was only after I matured and I was truly aware of the situation did I see the beauty in the struggle and the valuable lessons my parents have subconsciously instilled in me since I was a child. Their dedication and work rate is as inspirational as ever as I begin to reflect of their profound influence in my life and my decision to pursue a career in medicine.

I live in Sierra Madre, California the stereotypical small town filled with local stores owned by peoples, who know everyone of their customer’s names. I was born and raised in Sierra Madre and this small town that nobody thinks about shaped my life like few other things have.

It was a normal day.I woke up at 6:07AM for the first day at school.I ate,got dressed,and went to the restroom.I had my backpack and bags full of other supplies I couldn’t fit in my backpack.I got in the car and was watching a video while I was in the car. When I arrived at school I saw everyone i saw last year.Mr.Kucharo put me in between a new kid called Darwin and Giovanni.I learned that he didn't know how to speak English.I had all my things unpacked and talked.I just sat and talked to Luis who sat next to Giovanni.Mr.Kucharo told us the rules and everything like that.I was glad it was only a half day.Somehow I was still bored.A couple hours passed.It was almost the end of the day and was talking to Luis.Finally the end of the day was

My dad was as sick as a dog and laid on the warm couch on a freezing winter day. I ever so slowly went downstairs to ask my dad if we can go skiing. I thought for sure that my dad would say no. I went to the couch where my dad was covered in layers of blankets. I slowly asked my dad if we could go to Pando to ski. He, in a choppy voice said ‘’Ssssuuuurrreee’’ He said in a very tired voice. First we went to the bunny hill where we got some help on how to ski. When I grabbed on to the rope to take me on to the hill my gloves ripped and there was a big giant hole right in the middle of both gloves. Once we got up there I looked down terrified. I could see the nice glaze of the snow down the hill . I shut my eyes and slowly went down. I felt the