Do you ever think that people look at you and judge you? Well, some days I feel like I’m being judged. I’ve done stupid things in my past that a lot of people look back at and think I’m still the same person I was 2 or 3 years ago. I’ve definitely grown and matured since then. I have much more respect for everyone and their belongings. Just because of someone’s past, doesn’t mean they will never change. At first, the beginning of the dumb decisions in my life, my mom divorced my step-dad, who was in my life for 12 year and was like a biological dad to me. He was around since I was 2 years old, and he still is today! About a year or two later my mom was leaving state with her new boyfriend. They were going back to his “hometown” in Georgia. I personally don’t believe that because he was a little son …show more content…
Out there if you touch a woman wrong you got messed up. But anyways, I had to move in with my actual biological dad. My brother moved in with my dad right after him, my mom, and me got evicted out of our little apartment in Tempe. My brother was the one making sure I had food every night out there. So after we got evicted I had no choice to go with my brother so I had to move in with my mom and her crap boyfriend. While she was blinded by her stupiditiness, I was allowed to do whatever I wanted. Then eventually when they left state, I moved in with my dad and my brother. Then once again I was in a house where I could do whatever I wanted, even though I was always with my brother. Now, that my dad always made me go with my brother everywhere, my brother smoked a lot of weed with his friends. My dad called my brother one night saying where ever my brother goes, I have to go with him. My brother was going out to smoke weed with his friends that night. So my brother was forced to take
Do you feel like people are judging you every time? Well a person who has been judged numerous times is Safwat Saleem he has been picked on countless times about his accent, he has a Pakistani accent. Saleem had believed that you should be yourself and that to not let people dictate who you are as a person. I personally agree with Saleem analysis because you should always be yourself in any situation you are in and you shouldn’t let people get in your way of bring you down for the way you act or look. I personally can relate to this because I wear cool flashy socks every single day, I’ve been wearing these types of socks for 4 years and I honestly like how the look. That being said I really don’t care what other
home. The reason why they came to Missouri was for their mother to get closer to their grandmother. They both
Through my life, I have found that one of my biggest disappointments has been how much time I lost caring about what others thought of me and my decisions. Over the past couple years, I have found confidence in
All in all, there will always be people that will judge every move everyone else does in life just like the grandmother did in the story. As a result, people will just have to learn how to deal with it because if others decide to judge them they are probably doing something right. However, if you decide to judge someone else before you do it turn the critical eye on yourself and judge your personal life and ask yourself how is your life doing?
Subtle ridicule is certainly something that I’ve seen happen to people around me, and how these people deal with it is precisely how I believe it should be dealt with. My classmate—let’s call him “Fintan”—used to get playfully picked on by his fellow “friends”, mostly in a joking matter, but, if Fintan took it the wrong way, the jokes could have hurt a lot. How did he get along with these snide comments? There were three main stages that I had identified, firstly, acceptance. Fintan understood that in teasing, stereotyping, or insults, the ones that hurt the most are the ones with a bit of truth in them. For example, “You’re fat” was a common joke-insult back in grade 6. Fintan was a studious student, and he had little to no time for exercising, or any other activity besides homework, studying, eating, and sleeping. He had managed to realize that that was the truth behind the swipe, and this realisation shone out in his latter stages. The next stage was purely a mental process, where I imagine Fintan isolated the blip of truth that his perpetrator(s) brought out, then replaced the negative connotation with one that he could improve himself with. Continuing off the aforementioned example, Fintan repeated the truth to himself, and realised that he had
Who I think I am? I’m not exactly sure who I think I am or how to describe who I think I am. I tend to act differently around certain people. Constantly changing to try to seek approval. Constantly in fear of accidentally doing something wrong; that I might say something wrong and all my friends will abandon me or leave me for someone better. I think this fear came from when my best friend was taken from me. I had known her since preschool, but she had met another girl and she stopped talking to me completely. I’m in constant fear that this will happen to me again, so I struggle to be accepted. I don’t want to be forgotten again.
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
Just about everyone has done something that someone else disapproves of. In fact, almost all of us have done something we ourselves have reservations or second thoughts about. Perhaps we’ve stolen something, or told a lie, or gossiped about another person in an especially nasty way. Maybe on occasion we’ve gotten drunk, of high, or driven too fast, or recklessly. Have we ever worn clothes that someone else thought was out of style, offensive, or ugly? Have we belched at the dinner table, or did we ever break pick our nose in public? Maybe we failed to show up for an important class or read a crucial assignment, or permitted our eyes to wonder onto a neighbor’s answers during an exam. Do we like a television program that someone else finds stupid and boring? Didn’t we once date someone our parents and friends didn’t like? Maybe our religious beliefs and practices don’t agree with those of some other members of our society; it could be that they would regard us as too religious or not religious enough. For some people we may be too liberal, too conservative, or too much of a loser. Does someone else consider us too short or tall, too plain of exotic, to thin or heavy, too dark or to light skinned? The number of possible ways that what we believe, or do or are, could be judged negatively by others is infinite.
One school vacation I recall my father pulling me out of bed early one morning after I had been at a party at my brother’s flat at Okareka. He asked me if I had been drinking and driving.
What is society and how did it help shape me into the person I am today? First, society is the state of living in organized groups of people. These organized groups of people are the ones that made me who I am today and will continue to shape me, as I grow older. My version of society is white middle class people who grow up going to catholic schools. These white middle class people are only associated with other white middle class people, and very seldom venture out of this little society. As stupid as that sounds to not associate with other people it is true. The reason this is true is because of where I live, where I go to school, and who my friends are. I guess it is just like Emerson said, “the virtue in most request is conformity.” So, the three social forces that have played the biggest impact on my life are my community, my friends (family) and my education.
There is a point in everyone’s life when they step back and realize “I can’t do this anymore, it’s ruining my life”. Many of my friends have started smoking cigarettes while drinking at a very young age, and continue to use this drug currently and don’t realize the affect it has on their future. While I have been smart enough to avoid smoking, I haven’t been as wise at making decisions when it comes to drinking. The amount of partying I’ve done in college has taken over my life, and has had a huge impact on my grades. Changing my drinking habits and continuing to avoid cigarettes will enable me to be the best I can be for the rest of my college experience.
I learned not to trust people in his situation cause no matter how much they say they have changed it always finds a way back in to their life's if they aren't completely wanting to change. If there is no motivation for things to change in their life they won't and making the change is up to them. So, no matter how much my dad said he was going to change he always went back to his ways. He would be fine if he would have stayed away from his family for a while. My dad's side of the family is mostly criminals and people who break the law even if they haven't gotten caught.
It wasn’t until I was older, in my teenage years, when I learned to apply my first major concept, and stop making snap judgments of people I just meet. This happened during my first retreat when I was in high school. I was put into a group with people I had not talked to in my grade and we shared what we have experienced in our life so far, and people expressed things that they have went through that I had never expected them to reveal. This was the first day that I realized you don’t know what other people are going through, and your first impression of someone is not always
This was new. I wasn't really sure what to make of it. My father entered my room and told me that I was not allowed to leave my room for the rest of that night and all of the next day. He did not seem to be very amused when I pointed out that I wo...
I am sentimental, out-going, indecisive, understanding, curious, naive, lazy, and young. I want to be ... , well a lot of things, and growing is discovering what they are. I feel people cannot see the potential within, although there is no one to blame but myself. I look to others for approval instead of to myself. I aim to please; it leads to approval. I don’t like to discuss my faults; I pity myself.