A Perilous Journey-Personal Narrative
A perilous journey; the perfect phrase to describe my entire eighteen year life. As far back as I can recall, I have been running into numerous trials and tribulations that had to be resolved before I was able to progress further. Some of these issues are still being dealt with at present. Dealing with these issues is something of an ongoing process I suppose.
One such issue is my difficult relationship with my parents. Although I love and care for them deeply, I have had my share of difficulties with them, as I am sure all teens have had with their parents. The primary problem I have with my parents, is their lack of understanding of myself. I don't think they know what it is like to be me and therefore
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Still, I am confident that with time, I will be able to perfect my relationship with my parents, I am anxiously awaiting that stage of my life.
Another major part of my perilous journey in life was moving to Canada. I moved to Toronto in 1996, and as a native of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, I found myself in quite a bewildered state. I expected to have quite a few problems in my transition to this foreign land. Adjusting to my new school environment was quite a task at first, but I was soon able to adjust myself with the help of some friends I had made. Living in Canada itself was quite different from the
Philadelphia environment I had become used to. I found the native Canadians here to be more friendly and at first it was quite strange to see them acting in this manner. Nevertheless, I adjusted myself to life in Canada and I am happy to say that I am quite pleased with life here.
At present, I am facing the perilous journey of High School at Meadowvale
Secondary School. A lifestyle filled with assignments, homework, ISU's etc. It is quite a stressful lifestyle, having to keep up with the tremendous workload
uncertainty when he says, " I found myself embarrassed with so many doubts and errors
Deep down inside, I have always known my parents are loving parents that will do anything they can to support me to prosper and succeed in life. The only problem is that my parents came from very traditional household that used the authoritarian parenting style, so that is the style they used on me. While growing up with parents using the authoritarian parenting style, I was not exposed to their warmth or nurturing side. Instead, I was taught to respect authority and traditional structure in a demanding, controlling and punitive way. This affected me in a negative way as I was expected to follow strict rules unconditionally with absolute obedience, and my parents rarely gave me choices or options as they had very high expectations of what I should be doing. For example, when I was in junior high, my parents selected all of my courses and I had no control over my school schedule. They told me that they were doing this because they knew what was good for me and what career path I should be going into in the future. However, what they did not understand at that time is that their actions lowered my self-esteem and prevented me to act independently; as a result, I never really learned how to set my own limits and personal standards until I entered my sophomore year in high school.
each human life. A consistent theme I took away from shadowing and working is that each individual
children, having a daughter away at college, working several part-time jobs and studying as a
quickly surprised at how much better I got in a very short space of time.
My parents have always pushed me to be better than they were. They knew that if I wanted to be successful I needed to go to college. In highschool, they always made me put my education before anything else. My parents didn’t go to college so they would always tell me to not make that mistake because their lives could have been easier if they would of just invested a few more years into their education. They would also tell me about all the opportunities that missed out on because they decided not to further their education.
I yelled at them, ignored them, and occasionally did the opposite they told me too. At the time, I thought that made me better than them, but in the end, it got me nowhere. Soon I entered high school and my bratty preteen-self calmed down. However, my parents became stricter on my grades because there was a big milestone that would be coming up in a few years, getting accepted into college. My parents made it very clear that if I did not get a large scholarship to any university, I would have to go to the local community college. That was the last thing I wanted to happen, I wanted out of the house. I now had a strong incentive to do well in school. I wanted to be able to go out on my own and escape their tight grasp on me. I completed year after year, always making “A’s” in my classes. I soon climbed to the top of my school’s ranking system and was at the top of my class. Though, this did not matter to me, I wanted out of my house. At this point, I knew I was not disappointing my parents, they were as proud as can be with a daughter at the top of her class. This was the first time in my life that I felt as if my parents were generally proud of me and my accomplishments. I still however, felt guilty. Even though I was doing it for myself, I felt bad that I wanted to escape my parents. I did not hate them, I just could not stand being under their control
It was the 26th of March, and we had excitedly, albeit wearily, arrived; concluding twelve excruciatingly long hours of travel. However, my father and I had one thing in mind, to land a powerful saltwater game fish. Despite the previous year in Hawaii where we had caught only miniscule lizard fish, we were determined to change our fishing fortune in Puerto Aventuras, Mexico.
Adrienne was mingling with friends on the bus, or that's what I assumed. All of the children were excited because the basketball team had just won their last game that would qualify them for regions. Over the course of the journey back to the school, I heard bickering, but I thought nothing of it. I proceeded in talking to the bus driver and looking over some late work turned in by my students. Suddenly, the bickering got louder! As a first instinct, I jumped up, as I was alarmed by all of the chatter. In a swift manner, I went to the back of the bus and discovered that Adrienne and another student were involved in some sort of altercation. I watched as one of the students began to charge at Adrienne, so I wasted no time in trying to diffuse the
Now, everyone always says that you should always listen to your parents but that is not always the case. While your parents may be older and have more experience they still do not know everything. But don’t get me wrong, you should obey your parents when they have your best interest in mind and are genuinely trying to help you through life. But, sometimes, kids especially know this to be true, your parents just don’t understand. Which I find funny because they are always saying I was a kid once too but then they just seem to forget what it feel like because they are too busy being a parent. I think thats one of the biggest reasons that they don’t understand, if they had a kids perspective i truly believe that they would handle a lot of things differently. Some parents don’t care about trying to understand they just try to use their children to make their lives better even at the cost of their children's happiness. While some parents do know a lot, in cases like they are asking you to do something dangerous, if they want you to do something that goes against what you believe, and if they don’t understand the situation.
friends to plat with but, it was a blessing in disguise. This helped me stay on the right path and focus on
with when being faced with a choice. Will you second guess yourself or will you be happy without your choice? Thats
trust. Growing up, they always reminded me that I was a reflection of them and that statement has
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.