At this point, I became very depressed and almost never left my dorm. What eventually happened was I became so down on myself that I would barely get out of bed or eat. When it got this bad the one friend that stayed around told me that maybe I needed some outside help. It took some coaxing on her end, but I eventually went to the free counseling the campus offered. After about a week of talking with a counselor, I began to realize the mistakes I made and began to panic as to what I should do to fix them.
Then soon after that my brother is walking in with my mom right behind. We were all still half asleep and confused by what was happening. I remember looking at my sister and her saying to me “Its daddy…” I did not know what to think. Maybe he got hurt, maybe he was sick. This felt like the longest moment of my life.
I can't really remember it very well but after going out I went home and fell asleep. The next morning I knew that I had to do something so I went around trying to do menial tasks to be able to buy some food and then somehow pay off my rent. It was hard to imagine that I used to give away money to
I guess society’s expectations had blinded me. Of course, hindsight is always 20/20; as I reexamined my life as of that far, I could see that it had always been with me. So with the fatigue, stress, pain and illness I called it quits just a few games before the end of the season. During the next few years, I slowly limped around school, and slept through many hours of the day. I had already finished growing, so it made no sense that I slept as much as I did.
Take my last relationship as an example, my boyfriend and I break up because of my impatience. When we chat on the phone, sometimes he will reply me for a long time, or suddenly disappear. At that moment, I will regard it as he doesn’t care about me, so I get angry. However, he will coax and explain to me at the beginning, but if I still don’t forgive him, he would think that I was unreasonable. After we separate, I’m not in myself for a whole month, even stay at the bed for a day without eating anything, and it really influences my life, especially my study.
I also had to use my prior knowledge to help narrow and seek my topic. Trying to decide what I was going to write about was difficult for me, it was the hardest part of the process. It took me almost a week to decide what my topic was going to be and what I would be able to write 4,000 words about. The whole process was stressing me out, how was I ever going to find my topic and write about it. After a couple stressful days, I had finally come up with my topic, and proposed it to Mr. Clark and he thought it was a great, interesting topic to write about.
Critique of Graduation Speech by Billy Joel Billy Joel is a very well known musician that is respected and acknowledged all around the world. I think he was an appropriate speaker for a college graduation. He used one question at the beginning of the speech that would catch the audiences curiosity; "Why do musicians give so much time to charitable causes?" and branched out from there to important issues. I think this showed a sense of organization and importance to the issue of why he was there.
I had to save money to buy the roundtrip airfare to go back my country, opened the visa application to sponsor for my future husband, and hold the wedding, so I was really tired and boring about all of them. I went to school and had a job and they took me all of time in the week. I often had the lack of the sleeping and the irregular meals. With relaxing unscientifically, I had the stomachache. Then, there was a dangerous situation which happened at the company, I fainted by the pain for my stomach, after I had to visit my family doctor and took some sick days to restore my body.
I also slowly started to become really lonely and started to feel a bit cut off from society. Despite a good friend coming to visit me on occasion, this feeling wouldn’t go away. Every single week in Missouri was a struggle. I rarely had a time where I could just relax and de-stress. I felt the burden building up on my shoulders like an invisible wall slowly being constructed on my b... ... middle of paper ... ...ll was very glad to get real breakfast food.
I was raised to work hard and to never let anyone tell me that I was not just as good as they were. My childhood I guess was something like the calm before the storm, because at the age of thirteen my mother died and my father went into a deep depression. Things became worse as time went on my father slowly drank himself to death in four years and I was left to take care of my younger sister and three brothers. We tried to make a living in our community but the money was just not there and we were forced to make a decision, stay here and live in the gutter or raise the money for what seemed to be our only hope, leaving Italy for the fairy tale work of America. I decided that it would be in our best interests to move there so for the next two months we did all that was needed to raise the money that would hopefully save our lives.