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When I was younger, I thought my parents named me after the cartoon, Curious George; everywhere I would go people called me that. Years ago, I asked my mom how they came up with my name, she said that my dad wanted to give me his name but she didn't. Like many Hispanic moms, she tends to be a bit superstitious. Her superstition was constructed upon the concept that if two family members had the same name, one of them would have an untimely death. In response to this, my dad came up with a loophole in naming me George, the English version of Jorge which is his name, my mom agreed and that is how my name came to be. This might seem irrelevant to an observer, but the story of how my name was agreed upon allowed me to be a Curious George, and question …show more content…
the thinking and reasoning of even an authority, such as my mother or even teachers. My mom taught me to be curious and my dad taught me hard work; like many undocumented youth, I would see him only when I would wake up and when I would go to bed. Sometimes I don’t realize how lucky I am.
My parents left everything they knew, their family, the street they grew up on, practically their whole lives, to move halfway across the world to an unknown place where opportunity lies rampant. I don’t remember being away from my father for a year while he worked in the US, I don’t remember living basement to basement. Moreover, I used to look at money as I looked at the stars, out of reach. Except now that I’m going to college, it’s up to me to jump. My parents raised me to only look at my peers and see if they needed anything, not look at my peers and yearn for what they had. Admittedly, I would always want more, I suppose this is the human condition, to never settle for what one has. To combat this, I would watch the History channel or even listen to Mo Money Mo Problems by Biggie. I learned at a young age that greed leads to the downfalls of individuals and even societies, to grow, one must undergo struggle, and depending on how one approaches this struggle, leads to the improvement of oneself. This acknowledgment allowed me to feel like any other kid, just one with fewer options, but nonetheless, still a road ahead of me. Having known of my parents’ stories made me grasp that I didn’t start from the beginning, but instead a continuation of the road my parents began. In a way, I feel as though I am living through them.
Leaving them, even if it is temporary, is the most significant challenge I expect to face. They are my support
system, the beams that hold up my life. I don’t believe anyone can say they are ready for college. From what teachers tell me, high school is nothing like it, that it hits you like a bus, but like my dad demonstrated, a contentious work ethic can go a long way. What I do while I am away will bring me one step closer to having the people that gave me everything be at peace. Every day I read something new, every day someone is bringing the future to the present, whether it be genetic engineering with CRISPR-CAS9 or retro propulsion for interplanetary travel. I read this every day and I want to be a part of it. I don’t know when I first felt this way, I don’t know why I do, I feel as though there is some innate desire to create something that brings a positive change to our civilization. I know it’s broad and not specific and ambitious but this is my goal, to learn everything I possibly can within my lifetime and do something revolutionary with that knowledge. Maybe I feel this way because I’m young and filled with optimism for the future, maybe it’s because I'm not content with the progress I have made so far and some unconscious voice is demanding I do more. “We do these things not because they are easy but because they are hard” -John Kennedy As Kennedy said, if it was easy everyone would do it, it is because it is hard, that I want to.
In Junot Diaz’s essay “The Money” he explains where his family stands economically. Stating that his father was regularly being fired from his forklifting jobs and his mother 's only job was to care for him and his four siblings. With the money brought home by his father, his mom would save some. Her reason was to raise enough to send to her parents back in the Dominican Republic. When his family went on a vacation, they came back to an unpleasant surprise; their house had been broke into. Eventually Diaz was able to get back their money and belongings. Diaz returned the money to his mother although she didn’t thank him for it, this disappointed him. Like Diaz I have also encountered a similar situation where I was disappointed. When I was in second grade, my life life took a completely different turn. My dad took an unexpected trip to Guatemala, on his return, the outcome was not what I expected.
As a child, I would play the “dream” game with my friends. We would spot a nice car and claim it as ours, walk by a nice house and say “I will live in that type of house one day with my family”. I cannot tell a lie, to this day, I say that to myself. After all, who doesn’t long for financial stability and some of the strain of life’s stress it eases. All of these comforts are nice to desire but that it not what defines me.
Although I grew up with both my parents, my dad was working a 12 hour shift, so he could provide for all his children. Even though I had the love of both my parents, I chose to hang out with my neighbors most of the day. The neighborhood I lived in was full of drugs, violence, and money. I wasn’t really into the violence part. My dad was working all day just so we could have the things we required. I didn’t want to waist our family’s money so I would never ask my Mom or Dad for any. I started hustling anything I had or could get my hands on. It was a bad decision but at the time I wasn’t thinking about the consequences. I was just trying to get my hands on a lot of money. I started robbing places and people, and ended up getting arrested a couple times. Before I started to realize that in the long run, it would turn out for the worst. The first time I got arrested, I didn’t even care. I just wanted to get done with the process of everything, and get back to what I was doing. My mind was set to think “Damn how could you make a silly mistake, and get caught like that.” My mother was totally shocked when she found out that I was getting into trouble, because I hadn’t gotten any complains from school for bad behavior, or bad grades, and I had never let my mom know that I was doing all these useless stuff. Ultimately I got sent to boarding school and now have completely switched up my life. My environment was having a big affect on my life. I learned from my mistakes and I am making a better future for myself. I don’t regret much because, I have gained so much knowledge from the wrong things I did in my life. The author Wes Moore had a change of environment and influences and turned out in a different situation, than the other Wes moor...
When my father lost his job, our family lost many of the comforts that we once took for granted due to a reduced income. Money became a very large issue and with it came many limitations on wants and desires that were so accessible before my father lost his job. Furthermore, the loss of his job brought about immense shame for my father. Yet, rather than become embarrassed over my father losing his job and sad due to the fact that I could no longer have as many material possessions, I came to accept the different lifestyle. By letting go and accepting, the room was made for new experiences, joys, understandings, and lessons.
Theodor Seuss Geisel, Born March 2, 1904 in Springfield, Massachusetts (“Up Close” 1), better known as Dr. Seuss, the man responsible for the fun and creative childhood stories most people read as a child. “Countless Americans can recall his books as their first steps into the land of letters and wordplay” (Barack 1). Because of this, Geisel has become an American icon because of his Impact in most of the general public’s childhood; his stories helped children better pronounce words, and knowledge them as well as giving them a fun and creative story to enjoy.
My parents sometimes got the notion that they knew everything in my life. They constantly advised me to eat my vegetables, do my homework, and put the toilet seat down after going to the bathroom. Yet, I felt as if my mother and father never understood what I went through in school due to the fact that they grew up in a totally different country. I’m sure that if I were raised in an Asian country, no one would pull their eye sockets back and start singing some gabble that didn’t even include a real character in any Asian alphabet, because we would all have the same face. My folks just moved to the “land of opportunity” in hopes of getting me a bright future; a land that has high school kids shooting up fellow students and teachers. Some future.
Having a family of low socioeconomic status inevitably leaves me to reside in a low-income neighborhood which makes it more likely for me to witness the tragedies, adversities and hardships that people go through [not excluding myself]. Being conscious of this kind of environment, and these kinds of events, creates a pressure on me for having the aim to achieve social mobility in order to escape the aforementioned environment so that my own children could witness one less abominable aspect of life. Moreover, my family’s low socioeconomic status does not authorize me the privilege of being raised with the concerted cultivation method that kids of high socioeconomic status are more prone to being raised in. My family did not have the financial resources that granted us access to extra classes or lessons of instrumental classes, swimming practices, karate practices, or any other extracurricular activities that people of high socioeconomic status would be able to afford. This invisible fence that prevents me from these extracurricular activities enables me to having more appreciation towards the hobbies and talents that other people have. Plus, the fact that my family’s low socioeconomic status acts as a barrier from enjoying expensive luxuries in life creates a yearning [in me] to enjoy them later on in my life, in addition to acting as the fuel to my wish of achieving social mobility in anticipation of providing my own children with the luxurious vacations, gadgets, beachhouse, new cars that I could not
However, following your dreams and ambitions can lead to parental guilt and self-anguish. The young man in the photo is driving off into the distance, but he is looking back. This is because he misses the comforts of home and the protective the barrier of his parents; this lead to his self-anguish and his parents guilt. My oldest brother left for Edmonton to follow his dreams and ambitions of becoming a doctor. However he knew that following his dreams and ambitions would lead to his self-anguish, parental guilt, and sibling pain. The young man in the photo and my oldest brother relate very closely with the fact that they are both going out of their comfort zone to pursue their dreams and ambitions. They also relate in the way that they both are/had second thoughts of turning back to their home, and abandoning their dreams and ambitions. I am unsure what I aspire to be but I know that at some point I will have to leave home to pursue those dreams and ambitions; I am not prepared to leave on my
My parents have this perfect life for me pictured in their heads, and the first thing they see me doing is going to college. They expect the best of me, and so by going to college, I will not only have fulfilled their goals for me, but I will have accomplished one of the goals I have set for myself. In our culture, when parents come to the age where they can’t support themselves, it is the duty of the children to look after them.
At first, my very first experience in the United States is so bored, depressed, and hopeless. It was a new journey for me, I learn a language that I had never learned before, I get bullied just because I am the only one Asian who do not speak English. However, my life has become better when I realized that the “American Dream” is possible. Well, for me, the term “American Dream” is fitting for the one who attends at school, who has confidence and hard work. It might be a dream for my generation but not my parents. I saw my parents struggle to keep my brother and I fed. They worked more than two jobs, just to help us finish our education, paying our rent, and everything. I saw them suffer in tears, to sacrificed their future to let my brother and me to get a better education and opportunities to
The Boy in the Striped Pajamas Opinion Essay “Those who kept silent yesterday will remain silent tomorrow” -Elie Wiesel. The Holocaust is a very common topic to read and to be taught about, especially in the form of fictional books. It is usually taught to make people remember what really happened in the past so that history doesn’t repeat itself.
Growing up, I was given the freedom to choose who I wanted to be, to decide what I wanted to do. I grew up with many different opportunities and chances to try out new things. A simple life I led as a child, sheltered and loved by all, but I was oblivious to reality, lost in my own “perfect” world. Yet as I grew up and began to surpass the age of imaginary worlds, the idea of “perfection” had begun to fade and reality began to settle in. Like a splash of cold water, I went from a childish mindset to an adult’s. Child hood play was a thing of the past and responsibility became the norm.
Conclusion Time: The “glorious” life ain’t all that it’s cracked up to be. Because when a person wakes up from the fantasy of having everything they want, they are able to realize that money is nothing more than paper with a dead man’s face on it. The youth should know that there is more to life than wealth. Look hard, and they will be able to find what I’m talking about.
I hailed from a family of hard working coal miners and or preachers; neither of which were well educated nor overly paid. In the early 1960’s, at the age of 16, my father dropped out of high school to go to work on a strip mine where he trained to become a heavy-duty mechanic. (A strip mine is where coal is mined from the top of the ground after the land has been stripped from trees and top soil. A heavy-duty mechanic works on the large equipment that strips the land and mines the coal). A couple of years later, he married my mother who subsequently quit school; and before long, they were parents to four lively children, of which I was the eldest. We were considered an average middle class family in our small, mountain town where my dad worked 40-75 hours a week providing for our family while our mother cared for us and our home. We always had everything we needed and never lacked for anything essential…..until it came time for college. I was an honor student, most of the time, and had dreams of going to college after high school. Unbeknownst to my parents, I even visited the college I wanted to go to and put in an application, all the while knowing they were unable to pay for me to go; and especially there, only an hour away but out-of ...
Like everyone else, family and friends have played a vital part in my life and have affected my outlook on money and career. I grew up in a family of six, with my father, who is an IT engineer, as the head and sole breadwinner of the family because in my country -Saudi Arabia- there aren’t many opportunities for women to advance. Although he made sure that we lived a pretty comfortable life, I would often see him foregoing his needs and wants to fulfil those of his family. So, I wondered about how different our lives could have been if my mom (or me as the oldest child) were working along with him. I believe that a person