I moved from Wisconsin to California. It was a difficult decision that changed my perspective of this world and strengthened me. I felt afraid and alone. But it was through my struggles that I learned to help others and the significance of putting their needs in front of my own selfish desires. By joining my local church and high school activities, I learned what community means to me and how I can make an impact and encourage others to do the same. Church was the first place where I learned to respect my community and surroundings. I have mentors, youth pastors, and dear friends who set an example of respect, responsibility, and hospitality. From observing and then volunteering in events, I soon began to realize how small my world was compared
Now that I live in Long Island I look at everything different and I see how much I changed as a person. Living in Long Island and living in Brooklyn is so much different because of the different atmosphere the different people and the things I did before vs the things I do now. Honestly I think living in Long Island changed me because when I moved here I started experiencing things and trying new things. Before I came to Long Island I was this shy innocent girl who was scared to make new friends but that all changed once I entered elementary school. When I entered elementary school I was eleven years old.
... and I started to realize some of the good effects that moving has had. I now understand that this experience has changed me in positive ways as well. Soon I would have friends in different places in the world that I can visit. I would have many places where I could go and feel like home. Most importantly, I would learn that one can adapt to every town and its people and that friends can be made everywhere. Every place has its conveniences and its problems. Every town has its generous and heartless citizens.
My heart was beating and my hands were sweating. My teacher asked me a question and I wanted to cry. I didn’t know how to say my response in English and was afraid of the other kids making fun of me because I thought my accent was too strong. All the students stared. “Just answer the question” one girl murmured. Every day I’d sit in the same seat without talking. And even though I had spent a month in the same classroom I felt uncomfortable being there. I moved to the United States from the Dominican Republic when I was twelve. I knew the word for “mariposa” was “butterfly,” and I knew how to introduce myself, but that was about all. Some people would even become frustrated due to the fact they couldn’t understand me, or the other way around. Knowing how they felt about me not being able to communicate made me want to shut myself off from them.
This article got me thinking. I had face situation in my life that because of my bad grammar I had let go of great opportunities. English is my second languish and I thought that as long as I knew the basic I would be ok in life. But as I got older I started seeing the pattern of negatives effects of my insecurity of grammar. My return to college open my eyes to a better potential in life just by continually a proper college education. When reading this article the wheels of my brain started spinning. The first image that pop in my head, was my children trying to mimic all the YouTubers online with their in style vocabulary. Then two little boys appear in my head, two little boys that I saw ones about 10 years ago for about 10mn. I have forgotten them, until
People tend to take their legs for granted. While the other girls in my school were fawning over the football players’ muscles, or their perfect hair, I was jealous of their legs. Their functional legs. It's pretty crazy to think of a 15-year-old learning how to walk, but that’s exactly where I was. In a gym full of colorful mats and loud children, all I could focus on was the heavy Polish accent of my physical therapist urging me to trust myself. I took three whole steps. I started to get over confident, thinking that I could walk way more than someone who had a three-year gap in their walking practice should. I took four more steps. I looked up at my therapist for reassurance and a slight nod of her head encouraged me to keep going. Left.
While working as a healer, I began picking up on the causes of my client's illness or injuries. I would know things that the client hadn't told me, And often times they themselves hadn't even considered. Once the information had been discussed with the client, the pain from the trauma would go completely away.
Former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright once said, “As a leader, you have to have the ability to assimilate new information and understand that there might be a different view.” The statement seems simple enough, but in order to fully appreciate it, an understanding of a fairly uncommon word is required. This word is assimilation. Though at first glance assimilation doesn’t appear to be too daunting a term, its diverse definitions play a significant role in more domains than many would initially anticipate.
First of all, church has greatly influenced many different aspects of my life and caused me to be the person I am today. I have always been taught to treat others with respect and to treat them how I would want to be treated. This has caused me to try to be considerate of others' feelings and thoughts as much as I can. I also respect other people's property and take care of it just as I would my own. I have also been taught at church to respect those in authority including my parents, teachers, and elders. I also have participated in church activities such as choir and video production. This has helped me to improve my social skills by interacting with other people. These things have influenced me and made me the person I am today.
As a child, when I got upset my response used to cry and refuse to talk. Now a day as adult, I don't cry that often, but I have the patter of maintain salient, so I grow up keeping that behavior with me. The first time I suffered anxiety of separation was when I started school; I do remember those first day clearly. I cried very loud, I got frustrate, and I didn't want to come back to school. This first week was terrible for me, for my mother, and also for my teacher. Fortunately, my teacher was very professional and keep calm. My mother tried to talk to me, and explain that she had to leave, but she come back for me at noon. When I was a child I was not very good at making friend; even though I was a friendly girl, I had to deal with that
Excited. Nervous. Determined. Those three words perfectly describe how I was feeling my first day of college. The enrollment process was rigorous for me, but with the encouragement and support from my boyfriend, I was able to finish submitting the required paperwork by the school's deadline. After all of that was over with, I could finally begin a whole new chapter of my life that I had never visioned for myself. None of my family members have attended college, I was going to be the first one. This means, I was showing up for my first class completely mentally unprepared. I was unaware of what to expect for my first semester at Ocean County College.
The one event that transitioned me from a child to an adult is when my grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. This has been a long, tough period for my family but it has forced me to become the adult version of myself, and helped me realize I must take care of my grandmother. It also taught me a valuable lesson that helped me transition into an adult.
I never thought I would make it this far. Going into high school I remember thinking to myself that this would it be it, post secondary was never in the picture. December 2011, the consequences of a car accident had changed my perspective of everything around me, it was not until soon after that I’ve recognized the value of education. Despite so, the symptoms of a brain injury had held me back, as my emotions also stood in the way. Every day I had thought of giving up, I had failed at doing the simplest tasks. Struggling to adapt to new habits and taking on different approaches, the hardest part was managing chronic headaches. Later I realized how much I took for granted in the past and was determined to prove myself wrong; I will succeed.
Imagine living life worry free without a care in the world. Even after becoming the “Adult”, you have always desired to be, you were still worry free. Parenting was just parenting, Bills were just bills, and problems were just problems. You never realized how good you had it, or more so the reason for having it.
I am from Kentucky. Kentucky is not directly in the south, but it is viewed as a southern state. All my life, I have heard the negative connotations of Kentucky and the south. I’ve heard that we are hicks and stupid and never wear shoes. It’s always gotten on my nerves even though I know it’s not true. I’ve grappled with being proud of where I’m from, but it will always be my roots and my home. On my journey to state pride, I’ve learned more about the south. This past summer I even traveled around the southern United States. I started in Kentucky and circled around to New Orleans. This is when I first set foot in Greenville, SC. At first look it was quiet, but it was so beautiful. Downtown was shaded by many trees and the streets were clean
When I was a boy, I was always happy and was a bright student. I was always eager to learn something new and I always gave my best effort at whatever I did, all the while helping my peers to learn in a fun and creative way. One summer during elementary school, my parents sat me down on my living room couch and delivered the worst news a little boy could hear: my best friend had drowned at a birthday party that I was getting ready to go to. I was different from that point on, seemingly forever. I became unhappy, yet I was still a bright kid, but I lost my ability to self-motivate. My parents tried to help me as best they could, which led to them sheltering me throughout high school. I felt suffocated by their actions, even though they had my best interests in mind.