For forty – eight hours I was addicted to IceKube (the new drug) and there were some reactions to my mysterious behaviour. There were the oblivious people, who were quite interesting to notice. As secret as this addiction is, there are still some major physical differences that were very apparent (such as, my hands were always bright fluorescent neon green, plus I wore huge sweatshirts and carried a cooler around with me throughout the day. Also I was writing in a journal each class period). I had two people out of all the other individuals that I interact with ask why my hands were green. I ended up lying and saying I used markers the previous hour (which was bluntly obvious it was a lie as to both hands were almost fully green). My mother was the one to sign the permission slip (and she is the type of person who really reads it) so she was anticipating me to do this experiment. She kept asking me when the day I was going to do it was, so I just kept my mouth shut and she didn’t suspect a thing during the actual assimilation. I had to tell my brother, but that was only because I needed to use his freezer to make the IceKube. In one instance I was making IceKube and my brothers friend (Adam) came in and just stared at me. When he asked what I was doing, I said “making drugs” and he just looked at me and nodded saying “hm, didn’t peg you as the drug type” and walked off. Later, when the experiment was over I told him that it was for school and he just stared at me and nodded slowly (needless to say he still thinks I do drugs). The other encounter with a human being I had was at my church youth group, where I had my IceKube in my cooler, and my pastor (Conor) came up to “catch up” with me; as I was plopping IceKube into my water bottle. I was facing the wall (in a booth) and looked at him as he asked “uh, Courtney, what are you doing?” and I shakily shot back “what does it matter? Why are you asking me? What do you want me to say? What do you want? I’m busy. Its none of your business what I do.” I said that all very fast as to where he probably now thinks I am on drugs or something like that.
... composition class at school and was needing to take notes to compare his restaurant to another Mexican eatery in town. He let it go but watched me closely throughout the rest of my meal. I found this distracting and quite odd.
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It was a bone-chilling winter morning in Bavaria. My alarm clock rang, and I slapped it to snooze. Oh no, I was not getting up that day. I had just finished the worst school week of my life. If we zoom back to that time two years ago, I was a 14 year old foreign exchange student in southern Germany. Bullying from the kids in school had made my homesickness unbearable. But that’s not all. I eventually became so anxious throughout my exchange that I chewed all the skin around my nails, gained 15 pounds, and finally, had to book my flight back home January 1st.
It was midmorning on Wednesday, August 28, 2014. I was in seventh grade, an A+ student, at the top of her class. When I finished my homework, I went outside to frolic with the animals. My sister was in her room like usual, the loner or as she calls herself ¨the outcasts of outcasts,¨ my grandparents next door, and my parents at work like usual. They're never home, I've began to get a habit of doing everything myself and without permission.
It is so sad not being able to respond to their question but all I do is say, ‘’Well I did many things’’, but instead they talk to one another and say, ‘’ how can she do it, it must be terrifying.’’ My neighbors straight up where assuming differences between me and them.All I can think of that response is that even if I have this condition it does not mean that I’m also human, I make mistakes like anyone, and will try to fix them like anyone else. (Question
I was raised to always respect one’s personal space, as well as never intrude on someone’s conversation, both in which, I took part in. At first I had to force myself to walk over to the tables and then force myself to take a seat next to them. I was fighting against my inner conscience to make my body do the experiment for the sake of the experiment. The friends who were with me had to reassure me that it would be fine and to go ahead and follow through on the experiment, knowing that I needed to get people’s reactions to the situation. I was experiencing anxiety over what I knew I needed to
It is my memory of first year in the United States. Back then, I was a between 16 and 17 years old girl who would be called, ‘fob,’ which means ‘fresh off the boat.’ I was quite shy, not fluent in English, exotic looking and nervous but excited at the same time. Coming to the U.S. all by myself, leaving behind familiar culture, friends and family was quite challenging at such a young age, but I was all ready to endure hardship and obstacles of language barrier, cultural difference and loneliness. However, the trouble that pushed me into the well of suffering that I could not see the bottom came from the most unexpected source. It was my host family; they were white with a middle-class background, living in a rural area. They seemed like nice and friendly people at first. They brought me and my roommate to various events and places where I can learn American culture, helped me learn English, taught us the basic manner accepted in the U.S. and even celebrated my birthday. Nevertheless, they had a contradicting side as well. The family had eccentrically strict house rules which gave us heavy house chore, and eventually it led them to treat my roommate and me like housekeepers in the
My family and I went to eat lunch at the local community center where everyone from the funeral would also be eating. My mother, my brother, and I sat at a table of five. Since there were two extra seats, Tina and her daughter Faith sat with us. Tina is a tribal elder who is very cultural and fluent in the Cahuilla language. When Tina sat at the table with us she had mentioned that someone was talking Cahuilla with her and that she was so surprised and happy because it is so rare to find anyone who still knows the language. When she stated that, I felt the rush of conviction, again, that I have been trying hide from my whole life. I felt like hiding under a rock because Tina has had a free local Cahuilla language class for many years that I would attend inconsistently, and I never paid attention when I was there. I felt ashamed that I had the honor to learn from a tribal elder and I just ignored it. I always try to ignore people when they mention how I need to be involved in the Cahuilla culture so that I do not feel guilty; however, this day my family and I were mourning over a family elder so by hearing these words of how my culture is dying and I'm a part of the reason made my conviction feel like alcohol being poured over a
The labeling theory is an interactionist theory which decides norms of behavior about what is socially acceptable based on interactions with others (Remle, Symbolic Interactionism, 2016). Since I planned this experience and intentionally set out to violate a social norm I was very aware of my self and the generalized other. I had an idea of how others would view me and what their expectations would be (Remle, Mead - The Self, 2016). Whereas, someone who unintentionally violated a social norm may not be aware that they had done so and may be unaware that the reactions others have are directed at them (Mead, p.
It was a quiet summer day with blue skies and barely any clouds. The birds were outside chirping noisily as if they were performing in a musical. It wasn’t too cold or too hot outside and there was a warm breeze. My parents were very busy with work. They both had full time jobs. I could hear the clicking sounds of their computers typing and the confused looks on their faces. Their busy and confused faces soon turned into frowns. I saw my mom slowly rise up from her chair, mumble some words to herself, and headed towards the yard. At the same time, my brother was throwing dry noodles all over the place and destroying property. He liked biting on things and ripping things, his favorite was eating
As I assert my biophysical to the best of my current knowledge, during the time of my mother pregnancy she was very healthy; therefore I was born without any form of complications. I also had no form of physical birth defects at birth. Neither of my parents never used nor suffer from any form of substance abuse. My mother’s health history consists of the fact that she is a diabetic and also has hypertension. My father health history consists of hypertension and heart disease. Unfortunately, my mother could not recall many milestones from adolescent years, but those she does remember are that I started walking at around six months old and by the time I was one-year-old I was potty-trained. Unlike most kids by the age of two, I knew how to spell
Internet is a big problem in our society today. Many people use internet without knowing it, even I use internet without knowing that I am using too much I consider myself as an addict because I check my Facebook at least 3 times a day and text every time while I eat too. In high school, I used to use my phone in the class because it was allowed in class and teacher didn’t mind but in college I have to tell myself to not use phone in class since it is very important to achieve my goals and get a degree.
I saw my friend Zade. I couldn’t hear him and I didn’t want him to know that I am deaf. I waved and said” Hello I have to go bye. I started running home. I got home and tried to tell my dad about what had happened to me, but he said” Sorry ask your mom or something. He was busy working so I couldn’t tell him. I went to the living room and I told my mom by writing about the whole situation on a piece of paper. She wouldn’t believe me. Then she realized that I wasn’t lying and I was being honest.
I listen to the constant roar of motors as the dirt bikes and go-carts race around the small track behind me. For a few (usually uneventful) hours every Tuesday, I work at the ticket and rider registration booth; collecting money and making everyone sign the if-you-die-you-can’t-sue-us forms. As usual, I was signing in a few riders and spectators at my station; as I listened to my ipod in one ear I completed my task that I had done hundreds of times before. However, this time something distracted me, something that made me lose my rhythm in completing the current customer’s registration. That something turned out not to be the usual bike, go-cart, or anything with a gas or break. That something turned out to be a guy. He stood in the line and watched the motocrossers lay the bikes sideways in the air and land it, making it look easy as pie. However, at that moment I couldn’t have cared less about the motocross race going on right next to me, there could have been a massive bike pile up and it wouldn’t have brought me out of this odd trance. Regarding looks, he seemed absolutely perfect. His skin was a nice tan probably from riding in the sun, his eyes were piercing blue and he was the perfect height. I quickly realized that I had been ignoring the customer that I was currently helping, and kept stealing glances his way to take another look. I finished up the current customer and sent him on his way, probably wondering why this girl was so distracted the entire time. Never the less I worked through the next customer quickly in order to have a chance to talk to this mysterious guy. I kept stealing glances over at him until finally it was his turn to be signed in. As he walked up I met his gaze and he smiled. He looked even more beau...
Internet addiction is a growing problem with more and more people. The internet is much more accessible to people now than it was just a few years ago. The internet provides people with entertainment, loads of information, and an escape from everyday life, but like anything else, too much a good thing can be addictive. This paper will cover what internet addiction is, warning signs of internet addiction, problems caused by internet addiction, who develops internet addiction, preventing and treating internet addiction, and safety guidelines for internet users.