The divorce took its toll on me. At the beginning, I started having trust issues. When you’re a kid you believe your parents are going to be together forever. I trusted the fact whole heartedly and witnessing my parents go through a divorce made me believe that no one could be trusted. I remember doing things my way because I couldn’t trust anyone to follow through with the task I gave them in group projects.
She told my mother I would have a better chance of getting a greater education if we moved to Monrovia, because the classes were less impacted and had more resource. When we moved we left our friends, our community, our place we called home. I started first grade as the new kid; I had trouble fitting in at school especially in my classroom. My classmates could speak English fluently they spoke it so fast and with confident no one had stubborn accent everyone sounded the same except me. I couldn’t speak English with ease I felt socially disadvantaged.
The challenges I faced with becoming a mother was not easy. I had issues with co-parenting my son and getting along with his father. The man I had a child with was very immature, a... ... middle of paper ... ...ard in life, it still might be hurtful to keep hearing from people about the death of friends and loved ones, and parents left to raise children alone; because I will be resurfacing my old hurt and pain. Hopefully I can find it as being supportive by sharing my testimony to help them move forward from their hurt. Everyone will face challenges and significant events throughout their lives.
I started to develop a mentality that education wasn't for me, but for my family to become successful. I fail to realize that what my parents were doing to my older brother was wrong. That they were going to use him to live the life they couldn't have. I didn't realize the stress they put him through and that because of that stress he was slowly becoming depressed. I was so stuck in this world that their expectations we're supposed to be mine.
The value she places in my opinions encourage me to have a voice in matters I feel are important. I was adopted by my father when I was 8. My step brothers and sisters did not recognize me as a sibling and in many ways were cruel and unkind. They negatively influenced my self-concept. I felt that I had no place in my family.
Even teachers were asking question after question. Maggie was raised that hard work, determination, and perseverance always worked, but after the death of a daughter, she pushed her remaining children that having a good education and knowing the difference between right and wrong were more important than working with your hands and following traditional gender roles. She did not want them to become like their father. Education became a priority. But still, the openness and open dialogue ceased to exist.
My parents fight and argue but they have never talked about splitting up or getting divorced. My father suffered through that and it caused a lot of stress and tension. This stress hindered school and education which eventually put a hold on dreams. Although my father could not finish college, he provides everything possible so his children may attend college and expand their education. We may not understand the good that develops from hardships at the moment, but later in life we will see the significance they hold.
I watched as both of my parents struggled to make ends meet. While living with my father he tried his best to give me the world. It was not until my senior year that I fully realized that my dad did not have it all together like he wanted me to believe when we lost our house. Dasani and I really do not have a lot to compare, but I know how it feels having uncertainty about where you are going to sleep and wondering if I have a “home.” Role Theory in my opinion, being forced to take on responsibilities that may not have been assigned originally. In Dasani’s case, she wears all the hats in her family, but she has no
My parents recognized that my older brother learned differently and they didn’t think he would be ready for school when he became school age, so they decided that homeschooling would be the best education they could give to my brother. When I became school aged, my parents were already committed to homeschooling and their decision to homeschool me was something I’m grateful for. Instead of tracks, I was able to learn at my own pace. I was reading a few years before the “norm”, but I learned how to spell about a year later than the “norm”. Being homeschooled could be detrimental to social interaction, but I was always out with my parents and they always pushed me to interact with people.
Hence, the prospect of living in a country halfway across the world seemed golden. When my 6 year old self arrived in America, his expectations we not only met, but exceeded. Retail stores, fast food restaurants, cartoons and parks kept me occupied. There was so much to do that my problem became finding time for all the luxuries America had to offer. For my parents, coming to America was one of the biggest sacrifices they made.