The students and advisors of my Upward Bound Program, sat outside in a circle with an electric candle in our hands as we prepared our hearts for an honest and heart-to-heart conversation. Each student talked about what they had gone through and the struggles they had to face in their lives. Some students spoke about their torn families, thoughts of suicide and not feeling comfortable in their own skin.This brought out my own burden since the age of seven regarding my family where years of altercation, stress, worries, pressure could no longer be contained and my emotions came pouring out.
At the age of eight, I thought of myself as the glue to keeping my family intact. I shielded my brother from the horrendous fights my parents had in the middle of the night and told him that it was considered "normal" for parents to argue. The final fight my parents had led to ear-piercing yelling and our sacred Buddha statue was thrown and shattered into pieces. My mother’s voice echoed through the two story house, as she screamed horrendously at my father about our financial situation downstairs. I hid my
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"Call the ambulance!" My advisor immediately dialed 911 as she tried to keep me awake and breathing. My eyes were rolling in and out to the back of my head, with tears consistently falling down my growing pale face. Within the next ten minutes, my body caved in and my arms and legs turned severely numb. When the paramedics arrived, they lifted me onto the stretcher where my eyes were becoming hazy and everything I looked at was a complete blur. My heart was beating rapidly and my fingers curled outwards in a terrifying direction. While driven away, I could hear the paramedics asking me to stay awake, but my head was pounding harshly like the sound of drums and as my eyes slowly closed, a ray of white light slowly
During my transition from childhood to adulthood, I have learned and accomplish many things within my education, community, and family. My transition from childhood to adulthood education made me come into reality that everything can’t be done for you and that you have to stay more focused and organized if you want to be somewhere five to ten years from now. My growth in the things that I do in my community such as church and basketball summer leagues made me realize that it is all right to participate and help out for the positive things in my community. In my family, my transition from childhood to adulthood help me to become a more mature and knowledgeable person.
Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.
Can I love? Can I be loved? Am I worthy of love? I am a woman who experienced the anguish of love-loss at a very tender age and these questions capture my prime concern and fear in life. At a young age, I bore the brunt of neglect and abuse from the very caregivers who were supposed to be my protectors. At the age of 16, I was put into foster care. I have experienced tumultuous and dysfunctional intimate relationships in my search for love, connectivity and identity. Now, as a mother, I am learning to give the love I never got.
It was a cold fall day in San Francisco, California. I was heading to San Jose with my school counselor and some friends to go backpacking for 5 days. I wanted to do something out of my comfort zone and this was definitely fit the description.We were going with a program called Outward Bound. It was my first time doing anything like that so I was feeling pretty anxious. Even though goosebumps were appearing on my skin, I managed to only have a on a t-shirt and some capri pants. I didn’t know what I was getting myself.
“Yawwn!” I stretched his arms and tried to pull myself up. Only I couldn’t, “hmmmm,” I said out loud to myself. “It seems as if I can move from side to side but not up. I wonder if I can move downwards.” I turned and saw that I was on the floor, but I wasn’t on the floor of my house. I was on something that looked like silver dust. I found something next to me that looked like a Fitbit tm. I picked it up (or across) there was a sticky note on it that said. “Hello, newcomer if you are here that means that you have gotten here correctly. Press the button to create a gravity sphere.” I looked at the Fitbit-like thing and pressed the button. I realized that I was able to get up again. I saw that the note said bubble so I took it
I am the first child of two admirable individuals, who had dreamed of a better life for me than that one of their own. Throughout my life I have experienced drastic changes that have brought me to overcome tempest situations. However I stand strong today, for my beginning will be worth my ending.
Last year was actually one of my best years in high school. I was much more focused on passing and getting into my books but I was more focused on getting everything done. My junior and sophomore year were pretty much tied in together since I was trying to get everything done to be in my right graduating class my senior year. I wanted to make sure that I got all of the credits I needed to graduate with my class. Last year I was in the tenth grade because I did not do so good in my ninth grade year the first time so I had to repeat the ninth grade because of this last year was a lot tougher than it probably should have been. That made no difference in how dedicated I was to do everything I had to do to get thirteen credits by the end of the year.
Throughout my educational journey, I have met and overcome many of challenges. There are a few obstacles that were not the easiest to overcome, but hard work and dedication pulled me through. One challenge will always be with me and will never be forgotten. It is one that I know will help me through the times when I have no will to work. When the tides turn, and the work begins to weigh me down, I will always look back and remember replay this memory in my head.
Outgoing, loud,talkative and excitable are all words I have become very familiar with, Growing up they were always used as words to make me feel bad, I was always too loud or too talkative or even too excited. Since a young age i've been able to successfully carry a conversation with just about everyone.
Growing up I was a very naive and straightforward kid who believe that the world is a wonderful place filled with opportunities. I was a dreamer living in my own little, ideal fantasy. Of course, life is not a straight line that will carry you from point A to point B. It is a road filled with curves, hills, and holes that sucks you into a never ending cycle of disappointment. Elementary school was where my dream crashed and burned. I expected friends and fun, but all I got was rejections and discrimination.
There is a point in everyone’s life when they step back and realize “I can’t do this anymore, it’s ruining my life”. Many of my friends have started smoking cigarettes while drinking at a very young age, and continue to use this drug currently and don’t realize the affect it has on their future. While I have been smart enough to avoid smoking, I haven’t been as wise at making decisions when it comes to drinking. The amount of partying I’ve done in college has taken over my life, and has had a huge impact on my grades. Changing my drinking habits and continuing to avoid cigarettes will enable me to be the best I can be for the rest of my college experience.
My very first memory is of my mom and my brother. My mom, a young mom, a smart mom, was and is an idol to me. She has always carried herself with a composure that is both honorable and mature. My mom, who is currently the most mature person I know, had to have been immature at some point in her life. She grew more mature as she aged, and as I write about myself, and how I have grown up, I hope to see that I have matured too.
There have been tons of things that I have learned and been taught in my life, by a number of people such as family, teachers, or even friends on occasion. The things they taught me vary from math and other related subjects to just some truly simple yet meaningful life lessons. However, there is nothing quite as unique, quite as special as a person teaching themselves a life lesson. It really is an amazing accomplishment for a person to teach themselves something. It is not quite as simple as another person teaching them something because it is not just the transferring of information from one person to another. The person instead has to start from scratch and process the information they have in their mind in order to come up with a new thought
When I left my room, my mother knew that I had gone through a rough time, and I did not want to talk to her about it. Even though there was only a month left in my school year, I promised myself that I would be completely truthful to my friends, my family, my heritage, and myself. I expected all my friends to leave me, but I was fully prepared for this. However, none of this ever happened. My friends didn’t leave me, I wasn’t alone at the lunch table, I wasn’t even seem differently by those around me. I had failed my family by doing this, and I wished I had stopped acting like someone I wasn’t sooner. This is one of the only mistakes I have made which I consider a failure because it had taken me close to a year to fix, and this is why I consider it my most successful failure.
The challenge I took was exercising twenty minutes every day but it was more like forty minutes. When I learned about the list of challenges we could do I thought the best would be exercising so I could get more healthy and I also thought that a good way to do that would be cross country because then I would be exercising and meeting new people. My first run in cross country was at Niles West and then straight down the street. I was not alone though. The rest of the freshman cross country team was there ready to practice. One of my friends who is doing cross country, Matt, said, “You’re gonna regret joining.” I thought that he was just acting lazy or just making a joke but I knew what he meant later on. When we started the run outside of Niles