Every individual has a unique and heartfelt story about their life. No two are the same, we all walk our own paths in life. Over the entirety of my writing, I will let you see me and the circumstances that have made me who I am. In life, certain properties can impact us in ways we cannot foresee. In my autobiography, I plan on talking about who I am as a person and all the certified facts of my birth. I will introduce you to the people in my life who have had the most impact. Through my story I will introduce you to the events that make me who I am, Tristen Parker. On the morning of April 7, 1997 at St. Josephs’ Hospital in Hot Springs, Arkansas a baby boy was born. Because of my impatience to come into this world a month early and the …show more content…
My mom and dad were my playmates, since there weren’t any other children in the family my age. We did everything together, we swam and picnicked in the summers and played in the snow in the winter. They took me on long trips to different states where we visited all the tourist spots. I was a very busy little boy all the time, but one of my favorite things was to watch my movies and eat my goldfish crackers. As I grew I began to play video games, it is still one of my favorite things to do for relaxation. I also loved to go to my “Da and Ninnys” house. My great grandparents were so good to me, I loved them and they loved me. I got to spend as much time as I wanted with them, they were getting older in age and their health had begun to decline over the years. The same was true with my other great grandmother “memaw”, she was at our house a lot over the years and she doted on me all the time. I had it made back …show more content…
I was on the honor roll! I no longer had to dread report cards! Then I had all A’s! Wow! I was going to make it! Grades weren’t the only thing that was changing, I was changing in a lot of ways. I cleaned myself up, grew my hair a little longer and I grew my first beard and mustache. You guessed it! I had started noticing girls and they were beautiful! None more beautiful than the girl I took to my junior and senior prom, Miss Alex Bradley. She made my proms worth renting the tuxedos. I will always remember her as one of my best friends. These were the years that I began a friendship with someone who would turn out to be my best friend (John Phillips). John isn’t just my friend, he is my brother for life. Before I knew it school was almost over, it was a time for graduation and all the things that come with it. We were swept up in appointments for pictures, cap and gown fittings, and then there were the Awards. I dreaded it, I wasn’t expecting anything, when all of a sudden my name was called! I was awarded the Algebra II award, Completers Award, and a full scholarship to National Park Community College! My parents were so proud and excited! My short walk across the stage ended my years at Jessieville and was a new beginning coming into
high school feeling utterly nervous; now as a senior, I have been accepted into college! Oh my.
For my "Someone Different Than I Am" paper, I chose to interview a co-worker of mine, Bret Webster. Bret is a gay man living in Erie County, and I wanted to know how our community treats those of different sexualities than their own. In simple terms, being gay means that you are sexually attracted to members of your own sex and that you identify with other gay people or the gay community. Sexuality is a term used to describe a whole range of feelings, desires and actions relating to sex. From working with Bret I know that he is a hard-working, super funny, amazing friend of mine, but I was curious to find out if he had ever been faced with any sort of hardship, due to his sexual preference, at school, work, or in relationships with friends and/or family members. I never looked at Bret as “my gay friend,” because to me, that never really mattered, so I guess because of that him and I have never really discussed what it is like for him to be gay. Before I conducted my interview I thought about what Bret could have gone through because of his sexuality. I feel like it would be hard because to some, gays and lesbians are seen as a minority, making them a target for crude humor and maybe even violence.
A person 's beginnings do not completely define a person, but it does serve as a permanent foundation from which their identity is built around. As children, we absorb every sight and experience like porous sponges. Family, religion, environment, culture -- all of these aspects slowly form the background of one 's identity. As an Asian American, this identity is very different from that of a native Chinese woman 's, for I have parts of both cultures within me. It is a unique identity which I believes acts as a double edged sword. Being born into two cultures is a wonderful in that one can be a part of two cultures, but it is also a very confusing to be "divided" between two very different cultures.
Invited back to my alma mater, Fair Avenue Elementary, I was asked to say a few words, any words, on high school and graduating.
Coming all the way from Louisiana the Seattle, I have now become a student in the BA completion program. This quarter at the university I am studying psychology in the form of social research and redefining the role of a counselor. Through the guise of becoming a more serious student, I have been able to look at myself as a learner as well as take a look at the profession I want to practice. Antioch has helped me discover more than I thought I would be as a student at my age. A comprehensive education is deeply rooted in understanding, and my understanding will only grow deeper and more profound as I progress in my degree program. I can see the need for newer and more innovative psychologist in the field and practice of psychology. Psychology has a lot to do with the provider. In my opinion, the
On the other hand, the assertion that person-centred care always appropriately identifies patient’s emotional needs must be challenged. For example the use of the ‘This is me’ Alzheimer’s Society (2016) booklet is a popular method of ‘preserving identity’ in patients with Dementia, used in both hospitals and care institutions. It is a record of the patient’s life history and preferences. However although ‘This is me’ is useful as a simplistic overview, it does not allow scope for a greater depth of understanding, for example acknowledgement of traumatic or distressing events in a patient’s history. Therefore it can be argued to be a ‘white-washing’ of a multifaceted individual rather than a preservation. For example Andre asks about his daughter
Who am I? I would say I am a hardworking, dependable and committed individual I try my hardest on everything, even if I 'm not good at it or don’t know a thing about it. I am always willing to give it a shot and get out there and learn something new. My motivation to move forward with my career would be my family because they have always been there for me and want to see me succeed in life and I want to show them that they can have faith in me to be the best that I can be and be proud of me for trying to succeed in my career.
Let’s start this essay honestly, shall we? When I’ve received the letter that said that I may have the probability to join such a prestigious group, filled with so many intelligent people; I was honestly baffled, by this, I imply that I wouldn’t consider myself to be the ‘perfect scholar’ for this selective club. But, who am I kidding? I’m not even a scholar! What I am is a 5’3 girl surrounded by her unorganized life, a mind filled with procrastination, and with a homemade meal of stress with a pinch of anxiety, in other words, an average American teenager. I’ve presumably just named a few qualities that other students may have used in their own essay’s, right? I, on the other hand, believe that these qualities are not truly needed; their like sprinkles on ice cream, unnecessary, but aesthetically
Other things in my life changed as well. I started to care about school, and developed a love for learning. My grades reflected this, and soon I began to like school again. I became cheerful and jubilant in my own ways. I was still under the clutches of my computer addiction, but things were looking up. I made some new friends in my class, and was generally a nicer person. I started listening to the same songs I always have, but at the same time branched out to different genres. I became a better person both in and out of my
This is the other part of the story, the one no one asks about or knows about. It’s the part of the story my parents never wanted to hear about. The part of the story that turned me into what I became.
A person can be physically identifiable based on the matter they are composed of but their Personal Identity is far more than that. Despite any changes such as mentality and physical change, referred to as qualitatively changes, a person remains who they are. The philosophical question is, What it is to have a personal Identity? There are different theories discussing what is necessary and sufficient to define an individual's personal identity. So is there any theory that has truly capture the essence of what it is like to have a personal identity?
Who am I? I question this myself on a regular basis. I would really like to know because as I grow and learn more and more of myself it always seems like there is so much more that remains to be discovered. I have made a lot of poor choices that would not help me in my endeavors. Through the thick and thin of my life I always have tried to remain true to being a kind, honest and a good person. The basics that I do know are I am Portuguese I have a mentally ill mother who has suffered a lot and I try to be the best I can be within my controlled limitations. I was basically a prisoner in my own home due to my mothers’ illness never leaving other than to school or with my mother to do errands and church.
I can almost remember that day like it was yesterday, I awoke like on any other school day. It was a gorgeous May morning, the rays of sun flittered through my miniblinds blinding me as if I hadn’t seen light in days. I sluggishly dragged my limp body out of my warm bed, retiring to the bathroom to perform my normal morning rituals shower, shave, brush my teeth, get dressed, do my hair, and all the other regulars. As I looked at myself while combing my hair, it hit me like a speeding express train, I was about to graduate. I couldn’t help but smile, but at the same time I felt like a part of me was drifting away. A tear came to my eye as I realized what was about to happen to me.
Introspection of oneself could be interesting and moderately to an extent challenging to put into words. There are many factors that influences who we are as an individual or as a part of a group. Generally speaking I believe we all wear several masks that portray us in different ways according to our settings and who we are around. Ever since I was able to get allowances and old enough to work, I invested in cameras in order to capture the various aspects of my life. I always thought I would reflect back on them to describe the moments, where I was in my life and my views during those moments. I could describe myself as many things; an outgoing, shy, caring, loyal, trustworthy, kind, an altruistic and conscientious person and etc. These are the ways I view myself, while others might have a different prospective of me. Gazing through the six pictures of myself reflects my perceived self-control, self-concept and self-presentation at the different stages within my life.
Certain events in my life have molded me to be the person I am today, and define what is unique about me. As a young child I had no respect for others, and could never fully grasp the concept of how people besides myself have feelings, and emotions that matter. I, of course changed this major flaw of mine over time, and matured in to the man I am today, but it was a long road getting here. I wasn’t a sadist, or a psychopath, I just never understood the realm of emotions everyone feels.