Even though I felt bad for myself because I realized no one genuinely cared for me, there was two people who cared for me deeply that I pushed out. The two people that cared for me and my success, was my parents. I didn’t realize they were pushing me and putting pressure on me because they wanted the best for me, which was success. Success in their eyes was doing well in school and volleyball so I could go to and succeed in college. I misunderstood their “overwhelming pressures” and all their efforts to help me reach my potential. I saw them and their caring efforts as disturbances to my main need, my social life. My annoyance towards my parents and my failure to see their kindness represents my negative mindset and attitude I acquired …show more content…
I actually told my mom I “hated” her at times because she wouldn’t let me do what I want, which resulted in us not talking for five months. My mom wouldn’t let me “do what I want” in many different ways. She monitored my medication by giving me one pill a day and not letting me have the prescription bottle, which was smart of her because she knew I was giving them away. This agitated me because I couldn’t get away with doing something probably illegal and potentially harmful to others. I didn’t realize or care about the consequences of giving prescription medications away because I just wanted to make my “friends” happy. As I mentioned my social life and being accepted was very important to me. I didn’t understand my mom was only trying to protect me from getting in trouble and possibly losing my opportunities in the future if I got caught. In turn, my dad became more …show more content…
My dad and I had always gotten along better, never disagreed with each other or got in screaming matches, until this dreaded senior year. I couldn’t even get along with my sweet, affectionate father because I developed such a bad attitude. When I say I disobeyed their rules, I mean their rules didn’t even apply to me. I completely disregarded them and did the opposite of what they told me to do. They set a curfew as to when I should come home at night in which I was an hour or more late. They always pushed and encouraged me to play volleyball because I was good and it would help me get into college, which it did. I was so unhappy and checked out, I didn’t play club volleyball for the first time in six years. My parents thought it best for me to play volleyball to prepare me for high-level collegiate sport, but I had no desire due to my altered mind set and diminished motivation. A negative mind set and low motivation can be signs of depression. Everyone could sense my low desire and unwillingness to do things, suggesting I was depressed. I would get so irritated and deny it every time. I know now that I was, indeed, clinically depressed. The idea that my parents were working against me made me dislike everything and everybody in my life,
I am responding to question number 3. As people start to grow older many aspects of their lives change. As I learned in previous chapters, elderly people have many diseases to worry about. They also might have some trouble doing tasks that they once could do easily by themselves, and now may need help with. It is hard to give up this independence they once had. The elderly population are also dealing with death of friends and loved ones along with new challenges every day. This where informal social supports and other social supports come in.
It all started in high school, as a person, I was far from being responsible. School was just a place to meet friends, spent most of my time playing around, and never thought about the future. But gradually, my parents were getting worried about me. One night, I was in my room when they called, and asked me to go to the living room. I looked at their faces and I knew that we were going to have a serious conversation, and I was right. They tried to give me an advice, an advice on how time flies and I never had the ability to turn it back. That life was about making the right decision, and there were options and opportunities presented to me. Whether they were good or bad, I need to think of what was best for me and made a decision on which options or opportunities I would take, so I had not regretted my decision later on in my life. When I heard this, I realized that all this time, I had been wasting time playing around and I need to think about the future. For a couple of days, I was weighing my option left and right about what to do after graduated. Should I go straight to...
She would treat me like her servant and if I didn’t follow her instructions there would be dire consequences. If I ever came after curfew my mom would lose it. If I ever tried to advocate for myself that would lead to 5 weeks of grounding, and no phone. It really didn’t matter that I lost my phone since when I was in high school I had no friends. I spent most of my time enhancing my math skills and learning various dialects, while other spent their time socializing. I once had a friend and well they left me since I was what you might call not attentive so I was an abject friend I guess you could say, and I also wreaked their car when we went out driving . In my defense I did tell them to get drivers insurance. I tried to get into top notch colleges in the nation I did, but my mother couldn’t afford it. That when I began to languish I stopped eating for days on until I finally got accepted into USC. So I took my bag out of the back of my mom’s volvo, and headed toward the auditorium where we would have an assembly for our guest speaker Mr.Kurtenbach, some principle from some random middle school was to speak to
And while the details of the arguments that caused these altercations are lost to me now, all I can remember is the distrust and rejection that ravished my identity the moment their bodies made physical contact with mine. Living a life that was constructed by them and for them, I was utterly lost when the feelings of trust and acceptance died. I had committed myself to taking part in extracurricular clubs that stepped up my involvement and got me closer to getting ahead, and I had achieved a status that was somewhat unmatchable for others in regard to my popularity because of my success, but all of this seemed pointless because of the confusion that my parents
Though I wasn’t as culturally appropriate as they hoped, I was an achiever in other ways. I know my parents mean well. Their culture calls forth that the next generation be greater than theirs. It’s through the growing cultural diffusion that they and I adjust in this ever changing cultural identity. As I gained understanding as to the effects of my actions, I felt as though I was a passage for my parents in their lives so that they could maintain their cultural ideals while shifting with the generational change as
Looking back at my past, I recall my mother and father’s relationship as if it were yesterday. I am only four years old, small and curious; I tended to walk around my home aimlessly. I would climb book shelves like a mountain explorer venturing through the Himalayans, draw on walls to open windows to my own imagination, or run laps around the living room rug because to me I was an Olympic track star competing for her gold medal; however my parents did not enjoy my rambunctious imagination. My parents never punished me for it but would blame each other for horrible parenting skills; at the time I did not understand their fights, but instead was curious about why they would fight.
“Social interaction refers to any relationship between two or more individuals. It is the result of the environment where this relationship takes place and it has an impact on people’s behavior.” (Holster, 2016) Social interaction exists everywhere in the world. And with the advanced technology, the ways we interact with others are changing rapidly.
My parents sensed my troubles and we moved. Adjusting to a new high school took time. It was not easy making new friends and I continued to be lost. These incidents weighed heavily on my mind. My anguished heart refused to see beyond my own woes. A recent disturbing incident changed my purview of life.
My parents followed moderately different parenting styles. My mother’s parenting style was strict and extraordinarily Authoritarian, while my dad practiced a mix of Neglectful and Authoritarian parenting. My Father was a workaholic and was not around much. During early childhood, I would be in bed by the time he arrived home from work, so I would rarely see him. He did not get involved with my schoolwork and would rarely show up to piano recitals or swim meets. The few times he did show up, he would ridicule me and tell me I should have done better. Since my
Sometimes we act instinctively and think our behavior is normal until we reflect on what we are doing. I was considered a troubled teen. Funny enough, no one seemed to ask why. Maybe you’re not like me and maybe you are. My parents, as great as they are (in their way) ways didn 't pay much if any attention to me growing up. They were busy trying to create ‘a better life us’. We all do the best we can with what we have. What they failed to realize was that they were missing some fundamentals that we needed. We didn 't need stuff, although who doesn 't like stuff. We needed them and their time and understanding.
During the years of 2014-2015 when I was a senior in high school, I had one of the lowest and highest points in my life that I can vividly remember. The lowest point began when I got my class rank, and I realized that it was not high enough for me to get into my dream school UT. I have always had low self-esteem but after that, it plummeted even further. However, that fall I kept hope and still applied. Around February I had found out that I was not accepted and I was shattered. During this time, it was hard for me to find motivation to do anything. All I wanted to do was sleep regardless of the time, which to me was a strong indication that something was wrong. This continued until about May when I
I grew up having more than the average kid. My parents bought me nice clothes, stereos, Nintendo games, mostly everything I needed and wanted. They supported me in everything I did. At that point in my life I was very involved with figure skating. I never cared how much of our money it took, or how much of my parents' time it occupied, all I thought about was the shiny new ice skates and frilly outfits I wanted. Along with my involvement in soccer, the two sports took most of my parents' time, and a good portion of their money. Growing up with such luxuries I began to take things for granted. I expected things, rather than being thankful for what I had and disregarded my parent's wishes, thinking only of myself. Apparently my parents recognized my behavior and began limiting my privileges. When I didn't get what I wanted I got upset and mad at my parents somehow blaming them for all my problems. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't a bad kid, I just didn't know how else to act. I had never been exposed to anything less than what I had and didn't realize how good I had it.
When I left my room, my mother knew that I had gone through a rough time, and I did not want to talk to her about it. Even though there was only a month left in my school year, I promised myself that I would be completely truthful to my friends, my family, my heritage, and myself. I expected all my friends to leave me, but I was fully prepared for this. However, none of this ever happened. My friends didn’t leave me, I wasn’t alone at the lunch table, I wasn’t even seem differently by those around me. I had failed my family by doing this, and I wished I had stopped acting like someone I wasn’t sooner. This is one of the only mistakes I have made which I consider a failure because it had taken me close to a year to fix, and this is why I consider it my most successful failure.
Social Institutions Life and its functions are divided and categorized into different systems that define social life. These systems are called social institutions. The main purpose of a social institution is to organize and structure society for the benefit of its people. There are many different types of social institutions, such as, family, religion, education, and peer groups. They were all developed for different areas of life, but ultimately, work together to create social order within a society.
Socialization is the process of passing down norms, customs, and ideologies that are important to the society by the previous generations to the younger generations. The school system is a social agency that was created to enhance the processes of socialization through education. The importance of school as an agent of socialization can be best explained by the amount of time students spend in school and in activities happen around school. The manifest functions of school are to educate students the social norms, and the knowledge and skills that help them become economically productive in order to benefit the society. But students not only learn from the academic curriculum but they also benefit from socialize with their teachers and peers.