My Experience that Changed Me- Personal Narrative I went to camp for the first time last summer to get away from the pressures of home and school. Camp was a month long, I have never been away from my parents more than a week. I was very anxious. I had no idea what situations to expect and how I would handle them. I started to really wonder about my life. The way it was going was not the best for me. I can “run away” from my reality, but I know that I was going to have to come back to it in a month. The way I treat people was total opposite from how I treated my parents. What my friends were capable of doing was not a bit close to what my parents would let me do, my parents are very narrow minded. My grandparents were even more severe, my culture is different from my friends and it’s hard for me to understand and accept it. What my parents expect from me is much higher then what other parents require from kids my age. I have more responsibilities at home and of course I have school responsibilities to go along with it as well. Since my parents didn’t let me do the things I insisted to do, I became quite rebellious. I would answer back to them, not pay attention and not do the things they wanted me to. I needed a new ways of handling things at home, I thought nobody or anything can help me. I couldn’t wait to leave. After one week, camp was not great anymore, all of my bunk mates felt the same way. Everything little thing anyone would do, got to be so aggravating. We really started having problems from the first day of camp. A girl in my bunk named Jenna did not get to be in the bunk she wanted to be in. She decided to handle the situation by giving everyone a hard time as well as a bad attitude. The way she talked to the co... ... middle of paper ... ... was not the only one with these problems. Their are kids with even worse problems then me and I was glad I am not alone. Before going to camp fighting with my parents was be something I did regularly. I didn’t like to fight with them. I never thought it was my fault, so I never apologized. Their ways of thinking are very different from mine. Now I’ll listen to them and understand that maybe I could be wrong. I am old enough to make my own decisions and handle my own consequences. I went through a big change over the summer. My experience at camp helped me realize I have to see things from the perspective of others. Nobody’s life is easy. Dealing with different types of people at camp was not easy. I also learned that their is no reason to get angry over something so little. I’d rather use up my energy for something productive. Camp helped me become a better person.
I yelled at them, ignored them, and occasionally did the opposite they told me too. At the time, I thought that made me better than them, but in the end, it got me nowhere. Soon I entered high school and my bratty preteen-self calmed down. However, my parents became stricter on my grades because there was a big milestone that would be coming up in a few years, getting accepted into college. My parents made it very clear that if I did not get a large scholarship to any university, I would have to go to the local community college. That was the last thing I wanted to happen, I wanted out of the house. I now had a strong incentive to do well in school. I wanted to be able to go out on my own and escape their tight grasp on me. I completed year after year, always making “A’s” in my classes. I soon climbed to the top of my school’s ranking system and was at the top of my class. Though, this did not matter to me, I wanted out of my house. At this point, I knew I was not disappointing my parents, they were as proud as can be with a daughter at the top of her class. This was the first time in my life that I felt as if my parents were generally proud of me and my accomplishments. I still however, felt guilty. Even though I was doing it for myself, I felt bad that I wanted to escape my parents. I did not hate them, I just could not stand being under their control
It was midmorning on Wednesday, August 28, 2014. I was in seventh grade, an A+ student, at the top of her class. When I finished my homework, I went outside to frolic with the animals. My sister was in her room like usual, the loner or as she calls herself ¨the outcasts of outcasts,¨ my grandparents next door, and my parents at work like usual. They're never home, I've began to get a habit of doing everything myself and without permission.
around Tawas about a three hour's drive from our houses, it was the best we could find
After making the difficult decision of moving out from a school I called home and attended since Kindergarten, my freshman year in a new environment made for a rocky start. I fell into the wrong crowd, tried getting out, but kept making bad decisions, which eventually led to a deep depression. My dreams I had as a child were fading before my eyes, and negative thoughts consumed my mind. I started to believe that I had no purpose and could never amount to anything, but the four days at Camp Barnabas in Missouri changed the course of my entire life. This experience was important to me and helped sculpt me into the person I am today.
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
I checked my phone and I saw 7:45 p.m and thought to myself, “This isn’t good. I have to be home at 8:00 p.m or else I will have to face some consequences.” I told my friends that we should all head back because it was getting dark. They wouldn’t listen to me, they thought that we would be fine if we just play basketball a little more. I listened to them because I didn’t want to go home alone. After one more game it was 8:00 p.m. I told them I am leaving without them because it was getting way too dark and I knew my parents wanted me to get home as soon as possible. Then I was on my way to the trail.
A time when I experiences failure is when I made the B team for volleyball. From not making the A team I learn a lot of lessons. I knew that if I wanted to be on the A team then I was going to the have to push myself to improve. I knew that just because I didn’t make the team that I wanted to I shouldn’t give up and quit. I also knew that because I didn’t make the team that I want I couldn’t take it out on other people. I had to show good character and prove that I wasn’t taking it out on anyone else. I also knew that I could set long term and short term goals to reach to become better.
It seems unbelievable my oldest is a few days off being a decade old. I know every parent wonders “where has the time gone?” a multitude of times during their children’s childhoods, but as I realize my son is over halfway to 'adulthood' it seems like the time has flown by.
After reviewing my life, I have decided my life defining moment was when my family and I moved to Texas from Oklahoma. I consider this move my life changing moment because it changed so many things in my life. This move set the stage for an entirely new life for me. Moving six hours away from the only home I knew certainly called for many changes.
I was bent on my goal, earning enough cookie credits to help pay for summer camp. I was active in a busy troop all school year, but from the summer before third grade until I moved to Washington state, summer camp was like Hogwarts to me. At camp and in Girl Scouts during the school year, I learned the social skills that interacting with my classmates in school didn't teach, how to be friendly, kind, sympathetic, and sociable. From going to camp I discovered that what my classmates thought of me didn't matter, because at camp people didn't care that I loved reading, didn't care that I wore some interesting hand-me-down outfits, (I recall a sparkly, pastel unicorn sweater causing a particularly unpleasant splash) and didn't care about who said what about whom at recess. In Girl Scouting, I discovered that I still didn't like sports involving balls, but I did love hiking, rock climbing, kayaking, canoeing, high ropes course, and archery. I fed my passion for outdoor skills such as fire building, campfire cooking, and sleeping outside. I learned to work with people I didn't get along with from working through challenge course obstacles and I learned that I can have fun at parties. In high school I sold cookies to pay for a trip to Europe, because the local Girl Scout camp lacks sufficient challenge for me. In
It had come to the attention of my family that I had some sort of psychological problem and something had to be done. I was always labeled as a shy and quiet kid, and like my family I had thought nothing more of my behavior. However, now it had become something more obvious. I had told my parents the kinds of problems I was having. Basically I didn't want to talk to anyone or to be anywhere near anyone I didn't know. I didn't really want to leave my house for any reason for fear that I might have to talk to someone. I was so critical and scrutinizing in relation to myself that I couldn't even enter into a conversation. Everyone seems to have a part of themselves that lends itself to thoughts of pessimism and failure, but mine was something that was in the forefront of my mind at all times. Something telling me that everything I did was a failure, and that anything I ever did would not succeed. Through discussion with my family it was decided that I should move out of my parents house to a place where I could find treatment and get a job. I was to reside with my sister Lisa, her partner Brynn, and their Saint Bernard in Greensboro.
The weekly meetings, the seemingly never ending community service, it was dreadful. Whatever time I spent not at home or at school was spent with my troop; and it didn’t help that my dad was a troop leader. I hated every single thing about it. I never gave it a chance. I begged my dad to quit; I felt as though the scout program was stopping me from doing anything and everything that I wanted to do. Every day I told him,” I don’t know anyone and the whole thing is so boring!” and everyday my dad told me,” just wait until we go camping.” I didn’t understand what he meant by that up until the day we actually went
There have been tons of things that I have learned and been taught in my life, by a number of people such as family, teachers, or even friends on occasion. The things they taught me vary from math and other related subjects to just some truly simple yet meaningful life lessons. However, there is nothing quite as unique, quite as special as a person teaching themselves a life lesson. It really is an amazing accomplishment for a person to teach themselves something. It is not quite as simple as another person teaching them something because it is not just the transferring of information from one person to another. The person instead has to start from scratch and process the information they have in their mind in order to come up with a new thought
Today was the worst day of my life. My mom gave me good and bad news. The bad news was so horrible. The good news was very surprising. The bad news was so bad, that I started crying. My mom told me that I was MOVING!!!
I could "snooze" as my dad urged himself to go onward towards Arizona as he