It wasn’t only the community that reformed, I have too. I’m still the same Fiona you grew up with, but I have become more practical. With the memories, I had realized that the way of life before was meaningless. I knew no matter how hard I worked I would still be on the same Assignment, doing nothing, but benefiting the rest of the community. It seemed selfish when I first admitted to realizing the truth, but it was true. When choices, like whom I married, and potentially raising two children raised, I declined the offer. I wanted to grasp the feeling of being free from my responsibilities. Though I had a passion for the old, I didn’t want to serve my community that way until I was ancient myself and eventually be the one being cared for.
Although it may seem simple. The process is not just cutting toxic people out of a life. It is a thorough and tasking process. As with any experience there are people that need to come along for the process of starting over. Those who are starting to resurrect their old lives can struggle if another person is bringing them down. As Libby is trying to regain her confidence in herself she reminds the readers that, “We can’t fight another person's battle no matter how much we want to “ (64). As Libby goes through trials of betrayal from Jack. Libby is tempted with depression and anxiety, but she knows the true meaning of ife and sensibly states, “you can’t stop living” (95). Libby is a prime example of someone who has gone through trials and can overcome them with perseverance and strength. She learns that there is a purpose to everything she
Change is always difficult, whether the older generation is moving or reestablishing a way of living in the same place; the older generation has to make the big decision of what is best for their future. Carr and Kefalas have interviewed many people in
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The fears I have had since I was a little girl have disappeared with age, but the one I cannot dispense with is my fear of complete change. I do not mind change but only in moderation. Even though many anticipate the day they have to leave for college, I dread the idea of deserting everything and everyone I know. Even after understanding that change benefits me by obtaining more life experiences and developing into a mature adult, I still am hesitant. Something from within me creates this sense of doubt and I panic. I feel as though I need some kind of special training before being sent off to the “real world,” but I know there is no such class. Daily, I pray to God for guidance in my choices and life. Although, I may not be able to hear or
I find myself extremely passionate in Community Service, I have volunteered at Emmanuel Apostolic Church during Vacation Bible School for the past two summers, preparing food, coming up with creative ideas to keep children occupied, and making sure children are safe. During this time my leadership and conversational skills have strengthened. In addition to that, I have also volunteered there on numerous occasions to feed the homeless. In high school, I also volunteered at an Elderly home on bingo night to interact with the elderly, gave a listening ear, it was extremely rewarding to see them smile, laugh, and interact with me as if they had known me for a while; that showed me how much they appreciate having company. I take huge delight in
If I had the chance to go back in time to give advice to myself I would
Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never spent hours upon hours making collages and scrap books for his future children. My uncle never hid in the back of a pick-up-truck and traveled four hours to New York and my grandmother has never walked hours in the rain looking for the Queen of England. My identity is something only I can define.
The one person who has influenced my life the most is my dance teacher from middle school, Mrs Linden. Mrs Linden is the dance teacher at Sunnymead Middle School, and has taught there for many years. She was my dance teacher for all three years that I was there, as she inspired me alot. My life has changed for the better since I met her because she has taught me to fight for what I want and to not give up on something I love which is dance. She believed in me when many did not.
When I was seventeen I nervously traveled about 350 miles from my sleepy little home town of Freedom, Wyoming to the relatively enormous city of Boise, Idaho to go to the Military Entrance Processing Station. This wasn 't the first time I had been this far from home by myself, but it was the first time I was making adult decisions without my parents involvement. When it came time for me to choose my job in the army the counselors presented me with a long list that I qualified for. I got tired of scrolling and reading so I chose the first job that I actually understood. I returned home and excitedly told my parents that I would be an infantry soldier. My dad 's response to this might be considered a little less than heart warming “You dumb ass. Why didn 't you choose
There I am in my car on my way to my first ever volunteering job. My hands are sweating and I can barely grasp the wheel. My mind is racing. What if I do something wrong? Am I the right person for this? What if I say the wrong thing? I had every scenario played out in my head. While this sounds like preparation and I really was prepared, I do not think any amount of preparation could have made me any less nervous.
Nothing has changed my life more since the realization that I had to make who I was something that I chose, and not something that just happened. Since this revelation nothing seemed the same anymore, as though I could see the world through new eyes. It changed everything from my taste in music, literature, and movies. Things of a dark and pessimistic nature used to hold a strong allure for me, and yet I found much of things I once enjoyed didn't seem to entertain me anymore. I remembered the mental state that I once held and now seeing how I have changed, know that I can never return to the prison I came from.
The community that I had been living here for the past couple of years is Woodside. Woodside is my home where there are a lot of varieties of things to do with people’s lives. In fact, it accommodate how people in this community interact with others such as going to varieties of stores, enjoying themselves at the park and etc. The best view point of my community that I like to talk about is the park and the good foundation of stores that are provided in this community.
To be the person that I am now, I had to reflect and accept accountability of my past actions. My past is one that many would love to erase from their memory, a past, which remained dormant, until I found myself. The steps involved in regaining myself encompassed letting go of my anger and self pity. I had to look within myself and see my self’s worth, which lead to my belief that I ran away to college to forget my past. During the years leading to entrance to college, I became caught up with friends, cared way too much about my appearance, and became “that girl” who needed others to be happy. I lost sight of my goal, to become a lawyer. My goals were buried by my present materialization infatuation, thus my dreams, and my values, failed just to create a façade of which I came to despise. Through my journey and reflection, I came to appreciate family values and redemption. Like others, my trials and tribulations came full circle.