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For the purpose of this paper I will be describing a personal life experience and I will be applying concepts from the texts to best describe the event. I was born here in the United States (US) but, I was raised in the Dominican Republic (DR). I lived in the DR basically my entire life, I would only come to the US for vacation during summer. It was not until I turned 12 that I decided to move back to the US to continue my studies and learn the language. So I did, I moved with my uncle and his wife on the summer of 2009. At the time, they resided in the Mayfair area of Philadelphia, PA. My uncle and his wife arranged everything for school and as of August of that year I was officially enrolled in Abraham Lincoln High School. Everything was …show more content…
My history teacher used to give me every day after class a summary of everything he talked about translated in Spanish. Luckily, I made a friend in my English as a Second Language (ESL) class, she was from the DR as well but unlike me she knew a little bit of English. She helped me at lot with school work, communicating with people, and even understanding the reasons why some people gave me weird looks. I always loved colorful things, so my book bag had like a rainbow of colors. So, this one day we were sitting in the lunchroom when these girls sitting beside us were talking about me and I did not even know what was going on. So my friend said to me, Jennifer, they are talking about you, they are saying you are lesbian because of the colors of your book bag. I was so shocked. I could not believe colors could define your sexual orientation. Who would have thought that because of my book bag I probably had half of the school thinking I was gay? This was new to me and I did not think it was fair but still I went and got a new book bag because I did not want to be seen that way, I wanted to fit
Being a Hispanic have impacted all my entire life; I lived 15 years of my life in Mexico I love being there because most part of my family live in Nuevo Laredo, I was cursing my last months of 8th grade and one day my mom told me that she was thinking about send me here to the U.S to start learn English; since I’m a U.S citizen and I didn't know the language of my country, I accepted. The most hard prove was live without having my mom at my side, since I live with my aunt now; when the days passed here in the U.S I started to depressed myself because I missed so much my house and all my family, one day in the middle of the night I call my mom crying and I told her that I really want go back to Mexico, but she didn’t take into account my desire my mom just explained me that it will be the best for my future and with the time I will be thankful with her for don’t let me go back. My mom, and my grandmother are the ones who motivates me to be a better student. Actually I’m in dual enrollment and I have taken AP classes; sometimes is hard for me talk, read or write in another language that the one I was accustomed but, every time I fail I get up and persist until I’m able to do what I want.
My story started the day I step foot in the United State, October 4, 1994. I was lost in an unfamiliar world. My only academic guidance was my father who was a Certified Nursing Assistant. My new family was also composed of my stepmother, my 16-year-old brother, my 10 years old, and my 4 years old sisters. I spoke very little English, and my body was experiencing a culture chock for the first time of my existence. Finally, I was given a counselor while
...ents, and my English problem. I didn’t even have control of my own identity at that point. In the bilingual classroom my education depended upon the teachers and the system. I couldn’t express my viewpoints to faculty members like I do now in college. For instance, in college when I need help in a certain class, I can just go and talk to the professor or even to my counselor. Unfortunately, in grammar school, I didn’t know how to talk about the situation. As a result, in college I have been determined to change my study habits and take back control of my identity because I see how a student cannot survive with inefficient study habits. I realize now that, as a child, I was disadvantaged in many ways. Today, I have to be prepared to do extra to make up for a poor educational background by spending more time studying, focusing on school, and controlling my life.
People have different meanings and explanations on how to live a well and happy life. Some may say living a great life is to be successful, having a family and all the materials you want in life. others might argue and say that a great life or living a better life is not always about having or seeking the best materials in life, but helping those that are around you, feeding the hungry, clothing the poor in other words taking care of the people or benefitting the least well off. However, if we keep asking people about a well lived life, we will get as many answers as possibly. Growing up religiously, we were told a well lived life is a life measured by love and joy and by how helpful you were to the elders. In the Catholic Intellectual class, this was a hot topic that was discussed with the help of the following works: Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, from Book 7 of The Republic; Books One & Two of Aristotle’s Ethics; Exodus Chapter 19-20 (The Ten Commandments) and The Gospel of Matthew (with emphasis on the Beatitudes and the Corporal Works of Mercy); and Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians, Chapter 13 (on love). These wise writers had a different view on what constituted a well lived life, what made the human beings lead a happy life and what was the meaning and purpose of life. The ancient
In 1972 the small close-knit town of Rockport, Missouri, Clara Reed Annabell Zacharia Yancey was exhausted. Her normally beautiful brown hair was now matted and dry, her normally healthy slim figure had now turned to a sickly sack of bones, and her gorgeous gleaming green eyes were now full of gloom and guilt. she was exhausted of pretending she was ok, and exhausted of all the heavy hearted looks the town gave her whenever she left her home. All the grief stricken glances and all the overbearing “are you okays?” only reminded her of the remorse she felt when she heard about the fishing incident. Her husband and son went fishing for the weekend and Her son, Zach, dropped his favorite worn out brown cap his father gave him into the water,
It was a beautiful sunny day, one of the usual working days, and men were rushing to work. Except that, it was something in the air that was carrying the better taste of wariness. The surroundings of our house were mute, and I could see the bird in the trees, but not hear them. Instead, every inch was filled with weird sound of metal grinding. I was too young to realize that on August 2nd, 1990 will be an important day in my life. I learned that day the lesson of my life, how fragile is the peace and that my privileged life in Kuwait was over.
My life turns into an interesting journey of learning, improving, dealing with unexpected situations from the moment I decided to move in the Unite State in 2007. First, I went to Tarrant County College but at that time, my family only had one car so it caused inconvenience to me for communication with outside. So, my husband had to drive me to school in the morning, and picked up me after 6pm. That was the only solution I could do to resolve the problem because my family just had one income from my husband. Therefore, I stayed in library most of the day time after spending two or three hours in classes. Being tired of waiting and hungry as a hunter the same every day could not make me stop going school. Although the United State is the land of opportunity, I form a clear view of the
In class it was discussed that the Bible, traditions, and current or personal experiences affect our religious beliefs and faith. It was mentioned that a belief is shown in practice and that faith is seeking understanding in order to help us better recognize what is possible and true to us personally. The notion of faith is a journey; it varies and changes throughout life and different cultures. It is for that reason that while the different communities give these legs different weights, from a personal perspective all three are important and carry the same amount of weight in my life. To have faith one must have had a personal experience where it made us feel different and closer to God. The Bible and the traditions we were born into have an effect over those experiences. The notion of personal experience, tradition, and understanding of the Bible plays a role in my personal religious experience.
Have you ever had your heart ripped out of your chest cavity in your most vulnerable time and had it crushed by the weight of 1,000 suns? No? Well I have. And I’m not talking in the romantic sense, or that of a deep love for someone, I’m talking about the fiery fervor of fandom. Whether it’s fandom for a sports team, a band, or a television show, mostly everyone is a fan of something. Of all the things that i'm a fan of, my biggest fandom is for the San Antonio Spurs, the only professional sports team in San Antonio, Texas, where I was born and raised. The Spurs are a historically great franchise winning 60% of all of their games ever played, and winning five NBA championships. But it hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows for the Spurs, in fact quite recently there was a very dark period for the team, where a single shot leveled the morale of the team and an
My name's Amber, I'm a fourteen year old girl. Plus I am diagnosed with cerebral palsy which is a problem with the part of the brain that controls the body movements. Also, I have a caring mom, dad, and an eight year old sister, I love my whole family, but sometimes it's hard for me to express it. On the weekdays I go to Deerpark Middle School. I'm in eighth grade, and I have wonderful teachers like Mrs. Huffman, Mrs. Kobren, Mr. Wildis, Mr. Williams, Mrs. Pikas, Coach Vazquez and Amy. In school I try to do my best. I have U.S History with Mrs. Huffman, which is my weakest area in school. However, my wonderful teacher makes sure that I don't fall behind in my studies, and my mom helps me with my homework. I have an eighty-nine percent average in history, but she's quite strict because she thinks that I'm a normal kid. However, sometimes I feel like it's way too much for me to handle!
MY EXPERIENCES IN LIFE Throughout my life has been a constant struggle in the pursuit of happiness. It 's nearly a decade now since my dad lost his job. The world seems to be out of reach for I and my nine siblings. The news came at a time while I was in high school, and my siblings were in primary school. My heart was filled with sadness for such unbelievable downfall. I couldn 't concentrate any more on my studies in fear of answering the questions that remained on over what would become of our future? Whenever I recall my classmates talking about taking challenging courses at the university, It still can bring me to tears to this very day. I was like a homeless wanderer. Not only did my studies worry me, but my stepmother 's mistreatment
I have a very fulfilling feeling about what I have been able to accomplish in my life so far. I want the absolute best for myself and those close to me. I often go above and beyond to help those around me succeed and be the best version of themselves that they can possibly be.
Everyone has their own experience as a student but mine was quite a different experience that was filled with achievements, unbelievable moments and great surprises throughout. My experience being as a student has taught me so many things that I don’t think I was capable enough of learning and ever imagined off. All of this experiences that I have been through being as a student has disclose and revealed my true colors, both which are good and bad and as a outcome it has established many aspects and personalities of my character. This experience has set me to go off to college, where new experiences will finalize all the touches that I need before I venture out to the real world. My experience hasn’t been the easiest, and it definitely had
There are days of my life when I would opt to live in a soap opera. It isn't that there's more drama than real life but the drama is much better. Soap Operas make tragedy look romantic and glamorous. In real life, tragedy sucks.
I believe my love and fascination with travel is somewhat hereditary, in that I became interested in traveling to far away places from looking at albums of my fathers many travels. I recall with great fondness many afternoons pouring over the big, bulky albums, labeled on the side - "Greece," "Italy," "France," "Israel," and others. It was with curious awe that I saw my father pictured in exotic locales wondering what rich stories accompanying these snapshots of cherished memories.