From battling depression to moving to America, a lot has happened in only twenty years of life. As a little girl I always thought I would have my life figured out by this age, I remember being in middle school and my teacher, Mrs. Suzana, asking me to write a paragraph telling her about where I saw myself in ten years. I definitely did not expect graduating high school so late in life but at such a young age I thought I would be having a kid and happily married at twenty five which is highly doubtful it will happen. Although I am not where I thought I would be I can proudly say I have done much more than my ten-year-old self could have imagined. Growing up with divorced parents was not a fun experience. At the age of three, my mom and I moved …show more content…
At the age of eight, going into second grade, I left my small school and started in a big one with three floors, three gyms, a small farm and a kid’s town where we learned how to grocery shop, cross the street and send letters in the mail. The big school came with the pressure of having to make new friends, suddenly I was the new girl getting everyone’s attention, which would be fine if they decided to get to know me instead of pointing out my flaws. I was born with prominent ears, I am one of the 2% of society that is born with a cartilage deformity that caused my ears to grow laterally and I never thought that was a problem until I was in the middle of a circle of students calling me Dumbo. Being compared to the Disney character caused a lot of unhappiness to the point I refused to go to school for a whole month. My mom started selling our home appliances and her jewelry to raise money, and at the age of nine I got a procedure called Otoplasty done, which is a plastic surgery that was done to my ears to correct its shape and proportion, that was enough for me to go back to school and find myself surrounded by friends. In sixth grade I joined the cheerleading squad, at seventh grade I had my first
In my quest to gain as much knowledge of the business world as I can, I have come across another personal goal of mine: to overcome my immense fear of failure. Every regular human being has an innate fear of failing, whether it be because of societal pressure, or instinctually ingrained behaviors, it is present in everyone. The goal of taking this entrepreneurship class was originally to learn about creating your own business, but after reading Tina Seelig’s What I Wish I Knew When I Was 20: A Crash Course on Making Your Place in the World, I have become driven to be able to step out of my comfort zone. This book covers a multitude of topics, nearly all boiling down to one lesson; Always take the risk.
Straight after the divorce, my mother had moved us to my grandparents’ house for 3 years, which allowed my mother to save money for her own house. Living in two separate houses while adapting to living in each home so periodically was a struggle. It was a burden getting used to the community that each parent had lived in. My father never stayed in one place for too long; as a result, my father, siblings, and I lived in 8 different homes the past 9 years. Despite the annoyances that had come along with living in two separate homes at once, I learned quickly how to adapt to new changes. Because of the experiences I’ve struggled with, I now take my resilience with pride in all situations
As any normal teen, I was nervous for the first day, mainly being that my best friend had transferred to another school. I thought I wouldn’t be able to make any friends, and such did happen. I was never fully able to “fit in.” My hair was never long enough; my body was never skinny enough I was like the jigsaw puzzle that never fit. But not only did I have to fit in with my peers, I had to also fit in at home to what I considered to be the perfect family. My dad and mom were successful business tycoons, my two sisters were very popular and always maintained a perfect g.p.a. and then there was me, struggling to even get a B+ in class ...
My early life has led me to where I am today in many different ways. When I was four years old, I was diagnosed with high myopia, an eye condition that causes severe nearsightedness. Three years after my diagnosis, my hospital referenced me to be treated abroad, since my condition was proven to be congenital. Unfortunately, my parents could not afford the cost, so they tried to get me a sponsor by entering me into a non-for-profit German Church School. In this school, I stayed back one year because even though I had finished first grade they only accepted students beginning in the first grade.
It felt as though I didn’t fit in with the “popular” crowd. Because I wasn’t one of the “popular kids,” I was an easy target for bullying. I was judged by several of my fellow students because I was heavier than others. The continuous teasing from everyone made it hard to establish and build on my confidence. I tried to laugh off the jokes that were thrown my way, but internally, I was critiquing my appearance. I tried to change my eating habits, but I was never successful. It became a challenge to go to school because I was worried about things that might be said to me. Throughout the rest of middle school, I was constantly pestered until high school approached. The summer before high school began, I made a decision. I decided I wanted to change
In my first years of life, I was the diva. I was the star. I was the only one that my mother ever paid any attention to. I was the bomb. Although my father worked very long days to provide my mother and me with a means of sustenance, there was plenty of love from my mom to nurture me as I grew into a bubbly young girl. Entering kindergarten at 4 years of age, I was similar to every other little kid. I was rambunctious, playful, naughty, and unstoppable. If I did not fall sleep in class, I would play with my dolls as the teacher lectured. Sure enough, I was reprimanded and given “time out” every time. But it was all right. My grades were average but I scored high enough to please my parents.
First of all, when I was a baby, my Mom noticed that I was not responding when she called my name. Each time Mom took me to the doctor, the doctor said everything was fine. One time the doctor clapped behind my head to test my hearing. I turned to the doctor and the doctor told Mom, “See, he can hear.” When I was 18 months old, Mom asked the doctor, “shouldn’t he be talking by now?” The doctor said,” Boys are slow. My son never talked until he was 2 ½ years old and then he just started talking in sentences.” But, Mom didn’t give up. She took me to an audiologist to have my hearing tested. The audiologist diagnosed me as being deaf. This is where I was truly my own body, being deaf without a cochlear implant. My parents showed they loved and cared about me by not giving up when they thought something was wrong. This is kind of ironic because I was my own body and my parents wanted to change it for the good. Meaning that they want to give me a cochlear implant so I can hear.
People were mean and society didn’t make sense. Labels became more popular now that I was in high school, and whatever label was put on me I did not want it. I was afraid to have a label that I did not like or I thought was terrible. I was not happy with who I was. I learned to dislike everything about myself. I hated my face, my body, my personality, my shoes etc.. And it was stupid, the way I felt, I knew it was dumb but I could not help it. I was angry at myself for hating myself because, why should I not like who I am? I had no reason for disliking my personality or my shoes. I should not have felt like I did not belong on the planet but I
American Journalist, Helen Rowland said, “ When two people decide to get a divorce, it isn’t a sign that they don’t understand each other, but a sign that they have, at last, begun to” (1). Divorce means the ending of a marriage by legal separation, thus, a couple that were once bonded together have now separated for opposing reasons. Divorce has hurt and destroyed many families across the world and can cause a lot of negativity. Teens often do not know how to deal with the fact that their family is no longer whole and they will transition into a depression. Teens may experience emotional damage by seeing the two most important people in their lives fight constantly. There is a good side and a bad side to seeing parents go through a divorce as a teen. Quite often teens tend to see that, since they are so unhappy, that it is better for them to separate because they do not want to see their parents get hurt. Even when separated, they learn to communicate and bond between one another. The negative side of divorce is that families sometimes stay torn apart, therefore: There is a lot of anger, rage that happens because going through a situation like this is not something that is easy, and many emotions become involved. Dealing with their parents can be difficult for some teens, but for many others, they feel as if a divorce will make their family happier without seeing all of the fighting.
Divorce isn’t always as bad as people portray it. Commonly realized, divorce isn’t a great thing to happen to a family. But being in a bad relationship can have more negative effects on a child than divorce. In a study conducted of 98 couples, that later divorced, 80% of their children felt that their parents split was a good decision. Of the 20% that felt it wasn’t a good decision, most came from more abusive families. Being together in a bad relationship can actually cause more harm than good. Parents commonly think that by staying together for the kid’s sake will it eliminate negative effects and help their kids thrive. Nevertheless they see their parents unhappiness creating a more tense environment. Provided that the parents are abusive or are more vocal about their opinions then it can actually create a traumatic environment around the child, making them feel unsafe or timid constantly. What the minority of people know is that divorce can actually give kids positive vibes. Divorce can teach kids to focus on the positives and keep moving forward in life. In a Harper Collins book it says (We’re still family: What grown Children have to say about their parents divorce) that “ kids more commonly emerge wiser in spite of- or perhaps because of- their complex histories.” Multiple studies have proven, kids who have experienced divorce emerge mo...
was the only child. I stayed with my mother and my step-dad. We lived in the
When I was about five years old, my parents got a divorce. I lived with my mother from the age of 5 to about the age of 12. Throughout those 6 or 7 years, I shared a home with 5 sisters. Under the support and protection of my mother, we were hardly financially stable. We were required to live for days and even weeks without electricity. With my mother working overtime, we had to prepare our own meals with the little resources that we were able to obtain.
On a rainy day on March 30th, the year of 2000, at 11:50 in the Memorial Hospital in Modesto, California, I, Allison Oudomphanh, now sixteen years old,was born to two loving Laotian parents and a sister. My family and I currently live in Ceres, in a small home that barely fits our family, since my mother, recently, gave birth to a little one. I go to Ceres High School and enjoy learning new ideas every day; although I am not much of an early riser. Some people would describe me as being shy, which is true. However, if I am comfortable around a person or people, like my family, I am quite loud and quirky. My life is like a movie plot, there are unhappy scenes, exciting scenes, dull scenes, mainly joyful scenes, and even some plot twists along
My parents never married, and split up when I was 9 months old. By the time I was 4, both would be
"Happy Birthday", my mom screamed out and scared me the morning of June 9. But it was surprising and nice of her since she wished me before anyone else. It was my eighteen birthday and it was my day. While looking out the big windows in my room, I thought to myself, I will do what satisfies me today, but wasn't quite sure what? I didn’t receive any calls from my friends, or other relatives. Nobody was home either besides my mom with whom I can’t make plans because she got her own work to do. It depressed me because it seemed like this was going to be one boring eighteen birthday.