The famous poet, Maya Angelou, said, "My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy. That some people, unable to go to school, were even more educated and more intelligent than college professors." Through my childhood, I was ashamed of my father. I was angry at how dark his skin would get in the sun shine and how the kids would make fun of him. I was ashamed because he couldn't write a note for my teacher without my mother's help. He was illeriate and I never understood how badly he suffered. My teachers stressed that knowledge is power and the more you have the better your life is. But, I learnt from my father's life and our memories together, that life is unfair and being better than who you were yesterday is good enough. Wisdom is much more powerful than what you learn in a book.
My father was illeriate. He grew up in the Carribean on a small farm in Antigua. Every morning before sunrise he would wake-up and care for the farm animals by milking the cows, feeding the pigs, collecting the chicken eggs and cleaning the donkey stalls. Afterward, he and his siblings would travel a few miles to school on donkey back. My father barely talked about his time in school. I knew that words and numbers would begin to jumble and blur when he tried to read which made it impossible for him to learn. As a child, he was so different and was treated as an idiot and made fun of by students and teachers alike. Yet, he stressed the importance of education and bettering myself. We would sit and talk for hours about my dreams and hopes for the future. Every dream I had, every notion from wanting to become a teacher to becoming a nudist to wanting to be a superstar, my father supported me.
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...m if he wanted me to do his hair. He nodded and smiled. Lately, our conversations lasted less than 10 seconds at a time, but mostly consisted of our smiles to each other. As I did his hair and the sweet coconut smell consumed the room, I thought how lucky I am to have these last few moments with my father. I learned that life is never what you want it to be but it's will be what you need in the right moment.
The boy who suffered because he wasn't smart enough became the selfless man who always put his family first and tried to show his naive daughter how beautiful the world really is as long as she looks at it the right way. I am proud of my father and of the life he led. The unfairness of life caused my father tremendous suffering but it also showed me the strength of his character. In his memory, I will never give up and keep trying to better myself and others.
No matter what obstacle or challenges we faced, we still managed to find solutions to our problems and kept being optimistic. Going through a rough childhood it is easy to harbor hate and bitterness but being able to look logically at a situation and motivate it to change you that is strength that Jeannette and I
...y had endured. It’s inspiring that two children who have been to hell and back can remain positive and still become successful young adults. Their disabilities have made them stronger, more determined people. Mariatu Kamara and Ishmael Beah’s stories show that no matter how hard life can get, no matter how hard or how many times life knocks one down, he or she can always pick him or herself up and turn their life around for the better.
My grandparents and family talked to me about education. My dad told me a story about an elder who was very proud of his new toolbox filled with tools. Every day his children would ask to use the tools in his box and he said: "No, not today, I am saving these for a special occasion." As his children grew older they continued to ask for the tools but again he said: "these tools were being saved for the right occasion." Finally the children gave up asking for the tools. One day many years later, the grandfather thought that it was time to open the box of tools and use them. As he opened the box, with children and now grandchildren looking on, he saw that the tools were rusty. He picked up the wrench but it crumbled in his hands.
I was raised in an encouraging household where both of my parents greatly valued education. Although they were high school graduates, neither could afford to attend college; a combination of family and financial woes ultimately halted their path. As a result, my parents frequently reminded me that getting a good education meant better opportunities for my future. To my parents, that seemed to be the overarching goal: a better life for me than the one they had. My parents wanted me to excel and supported me financially and emotionally of which the former was something their parents were not able to provide. Their desire to facilitate a change in my destiny is one of many essential events that contributed to my world view.
At least until his buddy showed him a new way, and a new place to go. So he went, and met his share of difficulties to say the least. But in the end he found purchase in his various attempts. And made new friends along the way who would ultimately be his saving. As though his initial efforts to help his family went awry, they helped provide in his stead. This personally relates to me in the fact that i've always tried to be a better person. Someone that people liked, to feel more for others, and for them to feel more for me. And initially I failed, it seemed that I couldn't change what I was. Until I met someone. And without getting too into it, that person changed me into the person I am now, for better or for
Early Learning The purpose of this research paper is to investigate the issue of preschool to determine if children who participate in structured preschool programs are more successful in kindergarten or first grade. There are a few types of preschool programs. First, there are structured preschool programs that focus on emphasizing an actual school setting and classroom activities in order to prepare the child for kindergarten or first grade. There are also day care centers, which are not as structured as preschool centers.
I have always grown up around the influence of hard work. My mother and father’s life together began off to a rough start. My mother got pregnant at the age of 20 with my brother. Her family was not very supportive of it; therefore, she was on her own. She used to tell me about how she would sit and cry in a one bedroom apartment that she lived in with my brother wondering what she was going to do. Although she had to grow up faster than she
My story began on a cool summer’s night twenty short years ago. From my earliest memory, I recall my father’s disdain for pursuing education. “Quit school and get a job” was his motto. My mother, in contrast, valued education, but she would never put pressure on anyone: a sixty-five was passing, and there was no motivation to do better. As a child, my uncle was my major role-model. He was a living example of how one could strive for greatness with a proper education and hard work. At this tender age of seven, I knew little about how I would achieve my goals, but I knew that education and hard work were going to be valuable. However, all of my youthful fantasies for broader horizons vanished like smoke when school began.
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As the youngest of five children she was often overlooked. The pride of the family often overrode the opportunity to receive health care, handouts and a decent chance to become something. My mother spent her childhood in a tiny house with her family and many relatives. She was never given the opportunities to excel in learning and life like my generation has. My grandfather was a carpenter and on that living fed many hungry mouths. But despite this already unfortunate lifestyle my mother maintained good grades and was on a path to overcoming her misfortune.
his dream come true and he endured many hardships and hard work to attain success. However,
Learning and memory are fascinating. The world could not function without either. They both are used in many different fashions in a wide variety of places. Learning and Memory have been carefully studied by professionals but are also well known and used by the common people on a daily basis. I am one of those common people, a student who is constantly learning and making the most of my memory. Since enrolling in The Psychology of Learning and Memory class I have come to the realization that I encounter situations in my life that exemplify the very concepts I have studied. I have also learned that it is beneficial to apply the lessons learned in class to my everyday life. Positive reinforcement, learned helplessness and serial recall are a few among many of the learning and memory models that have come to action in my life and in my final reflections surrounding the course.
...e of the fact that he did not get to receive the higher education, he motivated me to go to college and become a better person. His life story not only inspires me to work harder towards obtaining my educational goal, but also to work in helping other people.
Growing up my mom and dad always showed us unconditional love. They shaped us to learn the right from the wrong and the importance of education. They related the troubles we experienced in America theirs in South America and how education primarily is the root to being successful in America. My dad would always say “we never had the opportunities you all have in America so don’t let it slip away”. Besides education, they taught us that money is easier spent then earned so to value a dollar. The upbringing in life that they had was very hard living and all the struggles they experience moving to a new country just to provide a better living environment for their kids. In their country beating your kids was known to put way word kids straight. My brother and I can contest to those beating but it made us into good kids. We didn’t give into the peer pressure of other kids in school and we learned to walk away from trouble instead of fighting. Don’t get me wrong, we weren’t angels but we stayed out of the ways of trouble. I commend my parents for the person I’ve become and the independence they instilled in my life today. I’ve used the knowledge to shape the person I want to be and some day the mother I want to be for my kids. My parents brought me up with the foundation of kindness, humbleness, and understand with a strong spiritual Christian background. Their parenting styles
Both of my grandparents raised my own parents when being young kids into having discipline, responsibilities and obligations. Back in the day, the years were different and it required a lot more education/principles. Education has been one of the most maybe top five of me, my character. Since what I remember by parents always taught me the right path, not wrong, they always tried to fix my mistakes so I wouldn 't repeat them or make myself look bad in front of other people. They wanted me to be an educated person with principles, but I never understood why