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Some Theories of Child Learning
Effective communication between parents and their children
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A New Car I know you tired of taking me places all the time and picking me up. Interrupting your busy schedule. I can’t fix all your problems but I can fix a couple. Mom and Dad I would like to work on getting license and a car, but I can’t do it on my own. This makes life easier for you and me. I know it’s all a long process. Well you probably thinking how does this make life easier for you well let me tell you. You don’t have to worry about me getting from place to place. Less on your plate meaning less stress. You don't have to stop what you're doing to come get me. You also save gas. The days I have a last minute meeting I don't have to text or call you asking if you could pick me up instead I could just say I have a meeting
I know sometimes life can be difficult, and I know it’s me who sometimes makes it that way. I can promise you that I don’t do it knowingly and I want the best for you in any possible way. It’s why I’m dedicating this work to you. I know you 're probably proof reading this right now wondering why the hell I gave it to you to proof read, but I know you 'd probably never read it other wise; I know you love me and would do anything for me, but lets face it, it’s true.
When a young man has to take over his family because his father walk away, all he needs is the support. Encouragement is the key to take over this difficult task. He eventually will learn how to deal with it and use that as an inspiration to keep moving forward. Amanda: I’ve had to put up a solitary battle all these years. But you’re my right hand bower! Don’t fall down, don’t fall! (Williams 939). These are the right words that will motivate anyone. This reminds me of my mom; when she told me that my dad was laid off from his job, six years ago. It was on winter time, when agriculture slows down, my mom at home with no job and my dad too. I was the only one working, with a low income check of six hundred every two weeks. There was stress all over the house. My dad use to get up at five am, and wouldn’t come home until six or seven pm, just looking for a job. There was days that I wouldn’t even see them just because I was working a lot of over time. It was a really difficult time for all of us but I remember the most important of all, we were together. One day my mother woke me up, she was sitting on my bed, she told me that she was so thankful for having a daughter like me, and that she really appreciated my help, that it was not my responsibility but I was taking care of like if it was mine. Due to the age of my dad, it was difficult for him to find a job, which was heart breaking for me. My mom and my dad were the motivation that I needed
Working at this Hawaiian plantation is dreadful and overly exhausting. I feel like quitting every single day, but I have to make money to come home to Japan. I would do absolutely anything to see all of you again, I’m working as hard as I can to come home to you Okaasan (Mother) and Otousan (Father). Okaasan please take care of Otousan and the whole family. I had to leave because my fiance in Hawaii saved enough money for me to travel 4,801 miles from Japan to Hawaii to be with him and share a life with him. I also agreed to work on the plantation he did. Another reason why I left was because we kept fighting at home and I couldn’t take it anymore, that was my worst mistake I ever made.
When Sandra Cisneros say “I wanted him to interrupt. I wanted my father to understand what it was I was scribbling,” I understand where she is coming from when talking about the lack of interest her father had in what she was doing. Growing up it was just my mother, my two siblings, and myself. My father wasn’t in the picture, so as a young kid I always wished that he would be around to see the things that I had accomplished or was interested in. I want my father to have an interest in my life as did Sandra. As a kid, you always strive for the attention of your parents.
If you have never taught a little girl how to drive, then be prepared for the ride of your life. I love my little cousin, but she made this day the most interesting, hard, and annoying ever. Teaching her involved one wreck, and one long lecture from our grandparents. Even though driving a side-by-side is very exciting, my little cousin made it the worst thing in the world.
Since my dad works full time, my mom has to take me and my sister everywhere. Some days, all she does is drive and having someone to share the load or take over completely would help her a lot. My mom also has joint issues in her leg and her doctor ahs told her to drive less, as constant driving is keeping it irritated. Having someone that can take over, so my mom could do other things would be nice, and would allow more things to be done in our household. It would also help me since my sister and I cannot go to different places at the same time. Removing this limitation would open up many previously unavailable spots on my schedule.
Muscle cars are just another of my passions and with widened eyes I inspected Gary’s sweet ride before he drove off. My thoughts wandered back to when I was 15 years old and was running an errand for my Mom. I happened to pass Montague’s Auto Body Shop on Pleasantville Road on my way to Daitch Shopwell in the Chilmark Shopping Center. In the lot of the body shop sat a 1967 gray Mustang hard top with a for sale sign in its windshield. The leather material on the seats were original and dyed red. The rest of the interior, including the dashboard, door panels and carpeting was jet black in color. There was only one problem. Larry, the shop owner, wanted $1,500 for the car and I only had $800 in my savings account and that was to go towards my college education.
I'm writing this because I'm finding it hard to organize my words in person. I always think of you as a kind and generous person, and that will never change. However, as our family has fallen on hard times recently, I have noticed somethings that concern me. I've been gathering my thoughts for a while and I want to express what I've observed so that later on I don't regret not saying anything. Especially now that I'm going off to college, I want to leave knowing that my family is healthy and happy.
I was having a lot of trouble coming up with an act that would be an original idea that I came up with myself. Then over a couple days of going to school and work I noticed all of the people that walk or take busses to their desired destination. In the Grand Rapids area twelve percent of households do not have a vehicle (America Towns 3). There are generally multiple people in a household, so the number of people that do not have access to their own vehicle will be greater than the percentage indicates. From all of this an idea was formed; whenever I see or hear someone that could use a ride home and I have time or no where specific to be I...
It’s funny to me that we are having this discussion this week because I recently got a different car I use the term different because well it's, not a new car and it’s that my dream car or the exact car I wanted. My car was totaled in June when I was hit by a drunk driver. I never really thought too much about how my car could be different from other cars of the same model and year. What I did not know was that my car was a demo model and had a lot of added features that most in its class do not have.
Every new graduated high school student wants to get out of their parents’ house. They want independence, and to feel like they are going somewhere in life. Well, that’s what I thought. Moving out was the hardest thing I had done so far. I had just graduated and was barely making any money but I thought oh well so many people move out this young I’m just going to have to work harder, maybe skip school this semester until I can get on my feet to take classes. I knew all too well that I wouldn’t be able to afford it on my own, so I asked my best friend if she wanted to live with me. Little did we both know that living with another person would be a very different experience then living with our parents. We had plenty of fights over messy rooms, the empty fridge, empty bank accounts, and annoying neighbors.
I haven’t ever driven Kyle’s car before, because it is new. I also don’t have the greatest history with cars. I am a good driver, the only thing is that, not all of the other people that drive are good drivers. But since this was a 13 hour drive Kyle and I took turns driving. I’m sure she had the capability to drive all the way there herself, but I offered to drive part of the way and as long as I promised that nothing bad would happen to her car, her, or me, she was fine with letting me drive. She drove for the first four hours, and then we made a stop for food and bathroom breaks. After that, I got to drive. Let me be the first to tell you that Kyle’s car is a Volkswagen Passat 2013 V6. That car is smooth fast and feels like a racecar when you are behind the wheel. Not that I have ever driven a racecar, still. It was so satisfying. In Kansas, I ended up getting pulled over… So, Kyle took over driving
It was a cool Saturday morning in the month of July. The sun was slowly rising and the humidity in the air placed a thin layer of condensation on the windows of the RV. I was excited for the big camping weekend of the season when people from around the country came to see beautiful, glimmering firework shows to celebrate our country’s liberty. The camping ground was silent and still before I ran out the door. I was mainly joyful because I was going to be the first kid out my three siblings to drive our new golf cart.
The Beginning Although I am still young, and my driving experience could be considered limited, I have still had experiences with a number of cars. The first car I ever had was my grandmother’s. The second was a Saturn Vue, the third was a Mazda 3, and my most recent was another Saturn Vue. It may seem like a lot, but there’s quite a timeline detailing when and why I changed cars. My grandmother’s car was a 1992 Dodge Dynasty.
Dad- Your hard work and dedication have taught me that giving up is never an option. You’ve shown me that it’s better to speak your mind than say nothing at all. I will always cherish the times we spent in your garage; you working on the snowmobiles and me, picking up pieces of metal with the expandable magnet. Thank you for putting up with my mood swings and being patient.