My Biggest Challenge

Self-esteem is a confidence and satisfaction in oneself, which should be present in one’s daily life in order for him/her to believe that he/she have the ability do anything. I have to admit I have a very low self esteem and lack of self confidence due to the people around me and my family being a huge part of it. Last semester, I was told to drop out of school and stay home for next six months because they want me to pick a major that I’m not satisfied with. In those six months, I was mentally tortured by my own parents, told that I was good for nothing and that Im the worst daughter they could ever have. I used to wonder what is it that I’ve done so wrong that I’m a disgrace to the family.

My whole life since I can remember I’ve always been told stories about how horrible of a life, my grandparents had as they grew up, and how much of a better life that I have had than they have had when they were born all the way up until they were eighteen years old. They both have overcome obstacles that I would never dream of going through; I am really blessed that my childhood has been so magnificent compared to theirs. Both my grandparents have had such a rough life that it does make my heart go out to them especially my grandmother. This makes me want to tell people about it because there are some people out there that have gone through what both of them have gone through and it makes me so proud to call them my grandparents because of

At that point in my life i felt low but as always i knew that there was someone who felt worse which was my dad and being the strong person that he is, he hardly let it show. He always assured me everything would be okay but it wasn’t. I stood by and watched my father 's health get worse, narcolepsy is possibly one of the worse disabilities to have with children, better yet young children. So i did what any other caring sibling would do; I dropped out of school and became homeschooled. Is it bad that I have another upsetting to story to go with that?

Huck was a very opinionated person and often spoke his mind with no remorse, which Widow Douglas didn’t like. “All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was a change, I warn’t particular. She said it was wicked to say what I said; said she was going to live so as to go to the good place” (12). We see here Widow Douglas explaining to Huck how her way of life was the best and to get into “the good place”, or heaven, that he must live his life like hers. Twain portrays the widow as unpleasant and preachy to make it so the reader sympathizes with Huck as a young boy who needs to get out of ... ... middle of paper ... ...uenced by anyone else.

For example,... ... middle of paper ... ...nk my brother made me a stubborn and that is the only thing him and I are similar with. I could not take his obsession and went to something else and unusual such as fashion. I also chose to be open rather than discreet because I can see that he has problems being that way. I love every single member in my family and I chose my father, mother, and brother because they imprinted me in different ways. My father made me the way I am calm, generous, and open minded.

When I was six years old, my father divorced my mother. I was blindsided; my young, naïve mind couldn’t understand why my dad did not want to be with my mom anymore. In my mind, we were a happy family. I was convinced that my home life was normal, and that everyone’s parents continually fought like mine did. This was why the divorce shocked me so much.

Lived, sad truth that can’t be forgotten even through numerous of years of facing the same old reality of what happened; where was the breakdown? I wondered. I knew it was useless to attempt to cover up the wound that was deeply implanted in me but in hopes of making the memories of this disaster disappear, I , a young child, was allowed time to cover up those memories as best I could. I often told myself, “at least I have a family… I shouldn’t be sad” and thought of those who were adopted and how they felt. However, the scar deepened by seconds and the spaces to fill were rapidly widening.

We bot... ... middle of paper ... ...friend, and not everyone can say that. I was mad at my dad for a long time for keeping such a huge secret away from me, but I learned that feelings of anger and resentment only hurt you in the end. I am glade to say that Chanel’s presence changed my family in a good way. She made us closer. I spent more time with my dad that year alone, then I had my entire life and I was most grateful for that.

The government and many organizations can help form strong unions that are so influential that no corruption can fight back. The marginalization of children begins with parental deprivation caused by poverty, is enacted by adult forces that take advantage and subject children to abuse, but with supportive forces can be freed from their ... ... middle of paper ... ...o read but they were illiterate because they were hunting and therefore missed school a lot. The teacher forced her to stand up to the older boy but that was against her culture and refused. The main figure of the institution who was the teacher ridiculed her and sent her home for respecting her cultural values. “We were always told the white teachers knew best and so we had to whatever they said at school.

When I was thinking about my life full of negatives I start feeling bad and under pressure about my life and my future. I will never forget what my father did for me, he made me never give up and follow my dreams, teach me how to treat people and how to achieve my future plan, he helped me a lot. First In 2011 my life turned from happiness to sad life after I got sick for long time and I thought that I will never going to continue attended to collage, but of course