At 40 years old I wanted to do something to change the status quo in my life. I choose to further my education and become something more. I wanted to do something amazing, different; moreover, influence the way people looked at me. I was tired of being a failure, something my son would be embarrassed of. Growing up my father was Mr. Fix-it:, to make dad proud and give my son a role model to look up to, I decided to learn to fix things. Growing up with an older brother, Gary Jr., and older sister, Terra, was rough. Gary learned everything dad knew, fixing cars, mowing the lawn, fixing a leak under the sink, and knowing what was wrong when something broke. Terra cleaned the house with mom, and learned how to cook and sew. I envied them …show more content…
I went to Licking County Joint Vocational School (now CTEC) in the building trades program. I learned to build homes and projects from woodwork. This was very interesting to my father, as he was in process of building a house. We grew closer for a short time; consequently, it was short lived as mom and dad divorced during my senior year. That closeness became distance, and I started becoming more depressed. Nonetheless, things between me and dad were never the same after my senior year. Situations, regretfully I keep inside, pushed me to move away. I could not stand to see the man I looked up to in the state of mind he was in, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I ended up moving in with my niece, and eventually moving away and enlisting into the United States Marine Corps. After the Marines, I worked many jobs with different companies doing residential and commercial construction, driving a semi-truck all over the country and working different manufacturing jobs. I never really stuck to anything for a long period of time. I wanted a change for me, for my kids; moreover, to make the people around me proud of me for accomplishing something
People “find themselves” in many different ways. College, or moving out is one way our culture takes the next step into adulthood. We usually use this time to find our self and create the life we want. Some people have taken that to the next step by walking a thousand miles to find themselves or even moving to a different country to seclude themselves for a while. I have not found myself. I am going to college in hopes that I find myself one day. Being in the dark and confused can be scary. I can relate to Siddhartha in this way. He felt the need to leave his father, rebel against him, to find his purpose in life.
younger brothers in a positive way. My father did smack me in front of them one time though
A personal change I would like to make is my approach and the response I display to my teammates and the organization. I am a very independent person at work, I tend to be a controlling person in every aspect. However, I am trying to overcome this debilitating trait by learning new techniques and reflecting on the other person’s ideas, comments, efforts and suggestions without taking control. I do complete my task with little or no assistance, but it causes me to be detached, indifferent, and uninvolved from my teammates causing conflicting issues. I do sense a distance between myself and my teammates, but I continue to work hard and remain focus.
Imagine if you will a beautiful sunny day. The sky is blue not a cloud in the sky, you have just woken from a night’s sleep. As you slowly set up in the bed your parents picked out for you, wearing your favorite p.js., and you look around your room wear on the walls are pictures of you, your parents, other relative, and you’re friends it hits you it’s your birthday and you are now eighteen-years old. OH the joy that feels you you’re an adult you rush to the kitchen where your mom is fixing your favorite breakfast, she tells you that the rest of your family is coming for supper. You think to yourself how wonderful it is to be you you’re loved, you’re safe, and you’re supported. No the flip side of this coin of life is much the
Motivation is defined as the process that guides, initiates, and maintains goal orientated behavior and thought (Cherry, 2013). Motivation is what drives individuals to do what they do, whether it is something as simple as getting a drink because he or she are thirsty or something as big as getting up every day and gong to work for a paycheck.
My story began on a cool summer’s night twenty short years ago. From my earliest memory, I recall my father’s disdain for pursuing education. “Quit school and get a job” was his motto. My mother, in contrast, valued education, but she would never put pressure on anyone: a sixty-five was passing, and there was no motivation to do better. As a child, my uncle was my major role-model. He was a living example of how one could strive for greatness with a proper education and hard work. At this tender age of seven, I knew little about how I would achieve my goals, but I knew that education and hard work were going to be valuable. However, all of my youthful fantasies for broader horizons vanished like smoke when school began.
many people personally told me that people change for the better or the worse during high school, but i never believed it was true. looking back on my high school years i noticed that what they said was actually accurate. it all seemed strange to me at first because i 'm not the type of person who lies and manipulates others to become someone 's friend. but within those four years i became aware of how quickly people can switch up and change. like how the person i thought i knew acting completely different. but many others were, so i realized that my biggest mistake in high school was letting friendship change my actions and get to me.
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
An 11 years old kid lying on the ground in a dark room crying, shaking, and trembling with intense pain in both of his ears. The pain was similar to as if someone was hitting with some sharp object inside his ears and every time he would feel the shock of pain, he would pull both of his ears while enduring the pain. The pain would raise every couple of second and with each shock of pain, the kid would lose part of the hope that he had of surviving. He would experience so intense pain that he had never anticipated and all he could think of that “he is about to die.” This was the experience that I felt when I had a severe ear infection in both of my ears.
My career in the Military shifted to the Army in 2006 and continues on today. I have enjoyed the last 14 years and plan on continuing my service until the Army doesn’t want me around. Even though I had to deal with role conflict between being a service member, father and husband the military life is for me. I have been able to experience things that a civilian job would have never allowed me to experience this.
Many people grow up with a sibling, in fact eighty percent of people in the United States and Europe grow up with a brother or sister (Dunn 1). Most people can agree with the statement that growing up with siblings has impacted their development and personality. This topic has been researched by psychologist and sociologist for decades; which has provided both positive and negative outcomes of growing up with siblings. Children can benefit from growing up with siblings because they can learn from their siblings, gain social skills, and their siblings may become a valuable asset in one’s life.
I remember the day as if it were yesterday; I was sitting in my sixth grade classroom deliberately packing my belongings away in my jam-packed locker. As I reached for my belongings, I endured all of the eventful memories that took place in that school and in my home state. All the friendships that I made would abolish. My friends sobbed as I sobbed. I anticipated this very day for about six months. As all of my belongings were finally packed, I gave my final good-byes and headed out. The mixed emotions trembled through my head. I became exceedingly furious then miserable then furious again. Hatred filled my eyes as we drove farther away. I became bitter with my family and secretly blamed it all on my
Some memories are best forgotten, but it takes courage to go through them. Often, I wish to forget the day when I almost lost my parents in a tragic car accident. As my world came crumbling down, I prayed and hoped that the nightmare would soon end. I endlessly fought the sense of helplessness, isolation and fear of the uncertainty. I was 19 and clueless. Nevertheless, I sailed through these dreadful days and welcomed my parents home after six long months. In the months that followed my parent’s return, I juggled between taking care of my parents, graduating college and adjusting to my new job. Almost 10 years later, this dark phase still has a phenomenal impact on me. Perhaps, because this specific experience transformed me into a grateful,
come to one 's mind. All I thought as a little girl was what to play with next. Of course school
Growing up with two older brothers taught me to be unselfish, patient, and respectful. Being the youngest of three, I learned I would not always get what I wanted. I would have to be patient and wait my turn for a lot of things, such as the telephone and bathroom. I was glad that I was able to grow up with siblings to teach me these lifelong lessons. All three of us had to be respectful of each other or we would risk getting in trouble with my parents.