When a fire is ignited many things are thrown into to keep it burning, however the fire will bring down all the items tossed into it; eventually the fire will fade. When the fire fades, only one item will remain whole amongst the ashes. The way only the strongest items survive is related to life. Life is full of lessons, speeches, and dreams that will prove to be life changing, however only the strongest of those items with the deepest meanings will survive. Growing up I know everyone has got the speech about accepting who they are and believing in themselves, however today everybody feels a sense of insecurity with the way the media stereotypes how they should be in order to be the best. When we turn on our computers and televisions we see people with perfect hair, shiny new cars, Louis Vutton shopping bags, and models for significant other. When we see these combinations, we say or think things like, “If I had that car, everyone would notice me, I mean I would have invites to everything and I’d just have the perfect life.” This is something that’s we have all down, and because of who we are, we then feel less than those who we admire. Well in the midst of the media’s constant shower of stereotypes I remember what my aunt said and gave me. Some time ago my aunt gave me a sterling sliver charm bracelet that features a locket box, a diamond star, and a compass. With that she told me something to remember about each charm on the bracelet. My aunt had told me of plenty things to remember before this moment, but I knew that this one would be the moment that would stay forever and the one I would share with the world. Everything she told me to remember is something that we all need because it happens so often and quickly. Th... ... middle of paper ... ...Accepting who we are is something that every person in the world has to deal with. Although the media is very negative, it does sometimes report on the positive. However the when the media shoots negativity, like human depictions, they infect us, the people like the swine flu; therefore we should not rely on the media to tell us who we should be or who we should look like or what we should forget in our past. In fact if more people accepted themselves they could become the vaccine for the medias swine flu. To me I think everyone in the world needs to fine their three charms. A locket box for secrets and personals to remain secret and personal instead of revealed. Their compass to always have direction and memories of home, because home is where the heart is. Finally, everyone needs their own star so they will we remember to shine even if they are not the best.
The air hung around them, tensed and quiet. The fragility of her emotion was threatening to shatter. It is as if that time stood still for her. She fingered the brim of her notebook, nervously and took notice of the cup of coffee on her side. Controlling the sudden urged to drown the caffeine all at once; she carefully picked the cup and warily sipped its content. It had long been cold, and her tongue appreciated that fact.
Being beautiful, being perfect, is what most of society cares about in this day and age. For example, people value getting rid of any to all imperfections, like having a bit of baby fat, or getting rid of scars. People are put down by the comments of strangers, and more so the comments made from people of their inner circle. People feel ugly and hate themselves for things that they have no control over. Some do radical things to get rid of these imperfections by getting surgery or taking pills. Even though not all people judge minor blemishes the view of one’s self is the most important view a person could have, and if that identity is under attack it could ruin a person 's self confidence. The story “The Birthmark” by Nathaniel Hawthorne also has aspects of self-confidence and identity that are relevant to the current times.
In the past twenty years I have experienced different aspects of life that have shaped me into who I am today. I have had personal experiences, moments with friends, and indirect encounters. Each story explained below goes into detail of what occurred how it has shaped me into the student I am and future teacher I am becoming. Experiences throughout life affect the way we teach and the opinions that we can potentially transfer over to our future students.
Throughout my life, many factors have influenced and shaped me into the young woman I am today. I am an active member of many cultures, and continue to learn and adopt numerous values, traditions, and morals from each. There are certain cultures people are born into, and others that are chosen by people at various stages of their life. Over the span of my nineteen years of life, I have been put into as well as voluntarily joined a combination of cultures which have instilled in me both positive and negative qualities. Cultures I was born into include the female culture, the Caucasian American culture, and my unique family culture. As for those which I have elected to become a member of include things such as the soccer culture, the Concordia
There are many things that have molded me into the person I am today such as being born into a family with four children. With three siblings, I have been forced to be able to work out problems from stealing each other’s toys to having to rush to the emergency room to get stiches because my brother chased me around the house and I tripped. My mother, father, brother, and two sisters were all born in Pennsylvania and I am the odd ball and I was born in Adrian, Michigan. From when I was a child I always loved being involved with sports because of my competitive nature. I grew up playing soccer and having success with that but then my love changed and I began playing lacrosse and football. I started playing lacrosse in middle school and played
Who I think I am? I’m not exactly sure who I think I am or how to describe who I think I am. I tend to act differently around certain people. Constantly changing to try to seek approval. Constantly in fear of accidentally doing something wrong; that I might say something wrong and all my friends will abandon me or leave me for someone better. I think this fear came from when my best friend was taken from me. I had known her since preschool, but she had met another girl and she stopped talking to me completely. I’m in constant fear that this will happen to me again, so I struggle to be accepted. I don’t want to be forgotten again.
When we are born into the world, it is far from our last birth. The birth of our identities begins as we grow. And while not right or wrong, it is how our minds take on an identity during our key developmental years.
that life would be better and that my sister and I would be more accepted. For that reason,
Usually, when I’m not doing school work or hanging out with friends, I find myself curiously watching videos discussing technology. While watching a video on the disassembly of a computer, I was inspired to try it myself. Not looking to destroy my mom’s work laptop, I figured I would try to take apart something simple. I remembered I had an old, broken calculator sitting in my room collecting dust. There was no risk in tinkering with it, so I grabbed it, ran to the garage and went straight to work. This seemingly insignificant experiment eventually led to greater aspirations.
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.
Once I heard the news that they were home from Alaska I race up the stairs and bulleted to the front door like a was or race horse or something. It was my grandparents and my brothers in a black car rolling up our driveway. Once they got out of the car they got bombarded with questions like “How was the trip,” “What did your guys all do,” and of course my little sister asking “did you guys get me anything.” I was kinda glad she asked that because I didn’t want to be the one that did that. Of course they answered “you’ll have to wait and see.” Once they got all of their stuff in the house I went to talk with my brothers, but I instantly got called up to the living room. Once I got up there my grandma said that my brother
July 17,2015, 4:20 a.m., my first-born baby girl arrived. At that moment, I realized I am no longer just a sister, a cousin, niece or a daughter. I am a first-time mom. For the first time, I held a new born baby. I got my first chance of changing, bathing and feeding a new born. The feeling was unpredictable. Just in two days we were finally home. I was to doing the same thing, except with a lot more moving around, up and down the steps constantly.
Nearly half of my lifetime ago, I had written out those four letters in sharpie on his bruised flesh, making him pinky-promise (the specified appendage made the covenant all that much more official, of course) to think of me every time he wanted to shoot up, so that I could help him through it. I had expected it to work, to fix him; after all, I’d always been able to make him all better before. It wasn’t until I saw him in person again years later that I realized how wrong I was.
Based on Miller, what essential properties that make who I am is essentially connected to my soul. I can continue to exist without a body and still be able to contain memories and thoughts even though I lack the physical properties of a body. Even without the physical properties of having a body, I would still be who I am based on how our soul is connected to our being, in which we can still be able maintain memories, thoughts, experiences and even feelings. Thus, even though we have no physical properties, it does not change who we are, because we are not our bodies, we are our souls and our being, which gives us properties of ourselves. Memories, experiences, and thoughts shape who we are and our soul reflects the properties of what makes
I am with you when and Kondrat (1999) when you say we are better professionals when we are self aware. We can better work with our clients and their families if we know where we stand on our bias's. What Swartz (2010) said that our identity is an ongoing process. I am behind this statement, if someone is a social worker and has been for many years they probably aren't going to have the same values they did 15 years ago than they do today. We tend to evolve with society. I'm sure this especially resonates you, you learned how to adhere to the environment. In a way, we all do that a bit. But like you said, overtime you have changed your perspectives on life because you are no longer in such a harsh environment and there