Aspirations
Growing up without a father and being raised by an independent, strong woman had made me thankful for the obstacles and hurdles I overcame to realize my full potential as a young man. Watching my mother work through raising two kids alone for over 17 years has been my primary incentive to work harder, stand taller, and love better than I ever could have on my own
Because my past has been and uphill battle, I have hope for the future. Having the stereotypical Black family composition of an absent father has emphasized that I do not want to be another stereotype. A child should not have to endure a single parent home because one of there parents could not muster enough confidence to settle down get their life together. Once a man
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In order to realize who I am, I had to first realize the truths around me. I had to accept that my father abandonment of his family was due to his own fear and insecurities of not wanting to settle down. As a child I would constantly defend his choice to leave, but as a young man I can finally see him as he truly is. My next step in understanding myself was to break down my internal barricades. I would avoid conflict by keeping my ideas to myself, locking them away never to reach another 's ears. Recently in my life I have begun to shun the vault of ideas and be more honest and open about how I feel. I 've cured myself of the fear of being ridiculed for speaking up. As a ramification of being more honest with others I have been compelled to be honest with myself. My hardest truth was admitting to the effect that labeling has had on me. Society finds comfort in labeling things around us but we rarely care about its negative consequences. Since before I can remember I have been academically gifted which caused me to be labeled as a genius. Hearing the word monotonously repeated to me led me to believe that I actually was a genius. I thought to myself, Geniuses can 't fail at anything, so when I did inevitably fail, my confidence and faith in myself plummeted. Thinking, Why am I not good enough?, broke me, but I thankfully reached the conclusion that I am not what others tell me I …show more content…
Ivey; ninth grade Speech teacher, Mrs. Boone; and my eleventh and twelfth grade English teacher and mentor, Mrs. Barbosa. It is impossible for me to pick a favorite because each one has helped me in more ways than one in my time of need. I had two major fears entering high school: 1) I wouldn 't be able to handle the work and 2) I would have a hard time coming out of my shell. Three years later my ninth grade teachers are still helping me. Over the years Mrs. Ivey took the time out of her day to make sure that I was ready for any challenge that I had to face. She taught me how to be a better student which will continue to stay with me after I graduate. Mrs. Boone helped me to overcome my second fear of coming out of my shell. Her class was based on talking to strangers so I quickly had to swallow my butterflies and open my mouth. Mrs. Boone not only taught me that I can determine my out future but she also taught me that it was all right to be myself. To described all that Mrs. Barbosa has done to help me would far exceed my eight hundred word limit. She has not only added to Mrs. Ivey teachings of how to be a successful student but she has served as a role model of what I hope to have in the future. She 's achieved so much while still being humble and helpful towards anyone who needs help. She 's given me countless hours of her patience, time, and help to support me in my
And it’s all thanks to my mother that I turned out the way I did. I wouldn’t have survived my younger years, both physically and mentally without her unwavering support and love. These situations have taught me more than I would have thought as a child. Even with the absence of a father for virtually all of my life, I would be confident in my abilities to provide everything I could to my children. I know from experience what is missing when there’s no father figure, and I would put my all into giving them everything that was missing from my life.
While I never knew my father, I did grow to know the challenges faced by African Americans. I first began to feel different when I transferred from public to private middle school. People began asking about my ethnicity for the first time in my life. Until this time, it had never seemed important. Although I had never been overly fond of my curly hair, it, along with other traits deemed too 'ethnic' looking, now became a source of shame. I had a few not so affectionate nicknames because of those curls. I was shocked to realize that people considered me different or less desirable because of these physical traits. Being turned away from an open house in my twenties was just as shocking as being ...
Dr. Amber Peplow and this Capstone Course taught by Professor Wise. I am including the names of the professors because I feel they each contributed a specific teaching style and their input in these courses had a direct effect on how I learned from them each individually. All these courses I have completed were touchstones to my learning. Each had individual sections of learning that excelled me to the next level.
As I am progressing this step to becoming a man I am thankful for my mom. Throughout every step of the way she has been able to answer my questions about life in general. I look up to my mom as she is a strong woman that has been through alot in her life. My mom came from Mexico, leaving her family and everything she owned
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
Mrs. Plot, one of the hardest English teachers in Murray County High School, was my teacher that year. She was a very determined and driven teacher that did not tolerate her students to fail her class, even if they were lazy. I had heard horror stories from her former students, but she was nothing like they said she was. She was the only teacher that I have connected with all throughout school. I looked forward to her class every morning because she always made learning fun. Mrs. Plot gave out good advice about English, but she also gave me personal advice and was more of a friend to me. She always knew what to say to me when I had problems. She motivated me to do better with my writing; we went to a journalism class together every week that year. Mrs. Plot deepened my love for reading and writing. Without her, I would not be the kind of student I am today. On every assignment in her class, I got the most feedback and it helped me out a lot. It took me a long time to become a decent writer, but with her help she sped up the process. I put all of my effort in every single paper I have written, especially for her
Not knowing who I was for many years led to a series of bad decisions and choices. However I began to notice that I had a gift, a talent of making others feel good and found myself wanting to be an emboldening model for others. Often my friends and family looked to me for advice and answers. I later realized that it was not about giving advice but helping them find the answer that are locked away in their subconscious mind. Helping them discover who they were; the irony I discovered who I was, my life purpose, my calling.
As I read the article “Underground Dads” by Will Haygood I saw that everyone doesn’t have it like I did. I grew up with both of my parents and I got everything I wanted. I really look up to two people in my life, those people would be my mother and my sister. The reason being is that they both showed me how to be an independent woman. I am so thankful for having them in my life and by them teaching me the way life goes helps me become the person I am today.
She was the most caring and dedicated teacher I ever had and she respected every student as an individual. On the other hand, she had a very negative influence on my life. She is the person who told me there was no Santa Clause, which ruined Christmas for me for a very long time. Another person who has had a great influence on my life is Mr. Robinson. He was my first band teacher. He is the person who convinced me to join band, which
...eling of inferiority therefore; I will do whatever it takes to not feel that way. Stage five taught me how to identify with who I was. During this stage I accepted certain things about myself and learned new interest that stick with me till this very day. Rather than be confused with who I was or what I wanted to be, during this stage I identified with myself. During stage six, the final stage I am learning that I have issues with isolation and have a strong need for intimacy because of the strong relationship I have had with my father since I as a child. I am still currently going through this stage and am wondering if I it is something I will grow out of, or is something that will stick with me forever.
At each point in my life, I had fabulous teachers that helped open my mind to the bigger world outside. But the person who taught me the most was my mother.
My Math Teacher, Mrs. Ladd. When thinking back and remembering all of the teachers that I have had in the past, there is one in particular that comes to mind. Her name was Mrs. Ladd. She taught math at the junior high school.
Our parents work hard to get us where we are today. Due to the fact that my parents had lack of education and there English wasn 't that good they wasn’t able to get a job that was more relaxing. Though they work in company only they were able to earn enough to raise all of us. Through nurture, now that I’m older I don’t exactly see all the struggles that my parent had gone through to raise me, but I do see and understand more about the struggles. Their love for us, nothing can compare to it. Seeing what my parents had gone through and how hard they have work inspired me to work hard, go to school get a good job so in the future they can depend on me and just rest.
Explaining how self-actualization can be hard, and for me to say that I have reached self-actualization is a lie, I’m still insecure about of parts my life, actually when I started
Growing up, I always knew there was something different about me compared to others my age. My mind was missing an important piece to the puzzle it held within my brain. The feelings of being an outcast were not just there because I was teased and called awkward. I realized the way I thought and comprehended was different early on. There was no way I could open up to adults or even children my age because I did not know how to express myself and part of me felt ashamed. Although I grew up with so much chaos in my head, I gained a deeper understanding of myself by being diagnosed with autism later in life because I now understand the characteristics of my condition and how to manage them.