I wish that I could go back and to relive at least one day from my childhood,
I wish that I could go back and to relive at least one day from my childhood,
Call it growing up or call it maturing, but after this happened my world changed because I realized that my parents, especially my father, struggled everyday to give me and my older brother what we had and that I should be beyond proud of them. My dad being the only working adult in our household has always had the whole responsibility of taking care of us, going and working in terrible conditions and terrible jobs to be able to give us what we had. He never for one moment in his life had it easy. He along with his younger brother and sister were abandoned in his home country, El Salvador, by his mother and father, which led him to have to grow up early and become an adult and parent to his sibling. This lead them to travel to America in search of an opportunity for a better life and they indeed found a home here, but good things can not always last forever. My father lost his younger brother and this drove him to bury himself in his work, which killed me to see my father, the person I most loved in this world, slowly lose himself.…
Student Responsibility plays a key role in becoming a successful writer at the college level. Patty Strong, Lennie Irvin, and Donald Murray all talk in their articles about how students can succeed in college and what they will need to know and expect when writing at the college level. All three Authors explained their message in different ways but all three message’s imply that student responsibility is key for college writers. Although the authors took different approaches for their article, All three Authors can agree that Student Responsibility is a big part in making sure that a college student does well.…
We see animals every day. They are our pets, companions, and, to some, family. They are also our dinner, new jacket or bag, and the pain behind our household products. So when does it qualify as cruel, or even inhumane? What is animal cruelty? According to the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (SPCA) “Intentional cruelty, or abuse, is knowingly depriving an animal of food, water, socialization, or veterinary care. Maliciously torturing, maiming, or killing an animal.” Three major examples of animal cruelty today are found in the food industry, shelters, and testing facilities.…
II. How many of you guys have wished you could relive a certain day or period of time or even just an event in your past?…
When I was in first grade, my father was deployed to Iraq. My whole world changed. We moved to Utah to live with my grandparents while my mother was pregnant. It took forever for my dad to return from war. I missed him so much, especially during the holidays. When my dad came back to the States, I thought that things would be better and that our family would be whole again. Two years later, my parents got divorced. My dad was suffering from PTSD and fell into addiction. I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression while my mother was trying her best to raise us on her own and earn her master's degree. I felt that my whole life was falling apart in front of me. These struggles have made me who I am. I have learned to be more compassionate towards…
When I was in 7th grade my family and I went to Six Flags. During that day, I had experienced things I’ve never thought I’d get the chance to experience. I honestly never thought I’d see the day where I’d go on so many rides. The best part about the whole day was the fact that I went with my family, which I know is hard to believe,…
Imagine constantly being asked “Why can’t you just pull yourself together?” Being told “You have nothing to be depressed about, you have so much going for you!”, “But you don’t SEEM depressed, you were just laughing an hour ago!” For those struggling with many of life’s abundant obstacles, suicide seems like the ideal compromise for the self-destruction and agony to end. I believe that suicide is not the answer because I’ve overcome it myself. I’ve had to learn in the most difficult of ways that suicide is exceedingly traumatic for the friends and family members. 90 percent of people who have taken their own life have a diagnosable mental disorder. There are countless alternatives for people who struggle with these disorders, long before suicide is even being contemplated.…
References: Combs, Gene. (1996) Narrative Therapy: The Social Construction of Preferred Realities W.W. Norton Publishing Company…
When I first moved to Texas, I thought the hardest challenge would be adapting to the humid summer weather. However, life had bigger lemons to throw at me such as watching my family and myself struggle to transition to a country with a different culture and language. On top of that, my uncle had recently gone to jail, leaving my aunt and cousins in the streets. My parents, the noblest role models in my life, decided to let my aunt and cousins live with us in our two-bedroom apartment until they were financially stable. When a family adapts to a new culture, there is less room for tantrums and selfish behavior in the house. More so when additional family members are living under the same roof. Consequently, I had to grow out of childish ways so that adapting to anew country and style of living would be easier for my family. My mom was often frustrated with her lack of ability to move in America like she did in Mexico, so I had to deal with my school problems alone. Although my classmates often ridiculed me for not having the same knowledge as…
Growing up in an immigrant household came with many difficulties. Learning English was very easy for me because I was always in daycare but coming home was hard because I could not communicate with my parents. Trying to communicate with my parents was very difficult and frustrating. Even though it was at a young age, it was difficult to live in a household who only spoke Spanish.…
The year I turned six, my mom decided to migrate to Mexico. However, she was not able bring my one year old sister along. While my little sister stayed with my grandparents, my mom and I flied out to Mexico. I still remember the feeling in my stomach the moment I stepped out of that airport. I was an ocean away from my hometown. My first day of school was chaos. Everyone in the school was speaking in Spanish. I did not understand the customs and mannerisms. It was difficult to not feel as an outcast. The most complicated part was expressing my feelings, and my needs to the teachers. I lived in Mexico, Tijuana for six years, after becoming adapted to the environment, my mom came home one day and told me that we are moving to the United States.…
It wasn't difficult but it wasn't that easy because I didn't know the language but my parents would try and speak to me in Spanish to see if I would understand. I remember one day that my family's long time friend died in a car accident at around 5pm but my family didn't know about it until my aunt called my mom and told her that he died in a car accident. We used to call him "flaco"…
Not only did people speak a different language, but I was moving into smaller city, with a different climate, culture, and environment; everything was new and unknown. The first few weeks were exciting, scary, and sad. Furthermore, I moved into a new home which was amusing because I had only lived in an apartment before that. The new school I attended had a totally different system than my old school; students did not stay in one classroom but they switched classes between hours. In truth I found myself not only lost physically, but also emotionally. Moreover, I did not have any friends, and I was worried that my language background was not good enough for me to progress with the rest of the students and as a consequence my grades would drop. Therefore, I felt overwhelmed, all those changes were happening so quick that I started to miss my old life, remembering all the delightful times I had with my family and friends during my life in Venezuela and now I was 2,324 miles away from my…
Having this fear of heights it causes his legs to shake his head to hurt and his knees to tremble. Body breaking out in a cold sweat he starts to think why is he up there. He starts jabbering to anyone who is nearby. As thoughts of certain death run through his mind, the world appears a precious, treasured place. He imagines his own funeral, then shrink back at the implications of where his thoughts are taking him. His stomach feels strange, and his palms are clammy. He is terrified of heights because the last time he was up this high he fell from a gun shot wound in Iraq. Of course, it’s not really a fear of being in a high place. Rather, it is the view of a long way to fall again, a firm wall between him and the edge. His sense of security is screamingly absent. There are no guardrails, flimsy though he pictures them, or other safety walls that he is used to. He can rely only on his own surefootedness—or lack thereof. He steps over to the edge of darkness that is to be most likely him facing his fear of the never-ending fall. Tied and rigged up to the tower using a middle of the rope double bowline he is ready to over come his fear of heights and falling 120ft. Thinking to himself rappel master school is not fun at all. As he turns to lower himself 90 degrees, feet on the tower, hands on the rope, right hand on the break side of the rope and left hand on the guide rope, he eases his break hand down to a forty-five degree angle looking over his right shoulder down to the ground. “Man that’s a long way down he says to himself” sweat beads forming on his brow. He can’t believe he is doing this to himself. As he locks the break hand in the small of his back his gazes at the ground still thinking to himself he is crazy for this. In a distance he can hear a voice calling to him to snap out of it, but he can’t tell where it’s coming from till he focuses on the reality of life that it’s coming from the instructor telling him to “look at him”. He turns his head…
After a couples of months; finally, my Mom found an apartment of two rooms. The first couple of months were the most difficult for us. We got in a new school, without knowing English. My brother and I, took ESL classes to help us to master the…