Everyone, regardless your race, gender, ethnicity, color, etc… has that one trait, or skill, talent which makes them who they are also known as being unique. Some folks wish they could disappear in other word to be invisible, others are to transform either into a robot or their favorite cartoon characters, and so on… well mines happen to be that I believe I could be anything I put my mind to. It wasn’t something i wished for or anything crazy, but it was something I was blessed with. No one in the entire world knew about my trait or talent. A Sunday morning at nine o’clock I was heading to church. Remind you church starts at nine thirty, in which my house and the church were like fifteen minutes away from each other. That morning I was dressing all nice in my GQ gray suit with my black & white bow tie and my comfortable black Prada dressy shoes looking rather dapper. At the time I was eighteen years old living in my own apartment. As I was heading to church that morning driving on I-95 in my black 1998 Toyota Camry, nothing fancy at all. I was really jamming in other word listening to music. I was having a good time until I realized my not so fancy car started to shake. I then turn the volume of my stereo in the car all the way down to zero. And I carefully drove my car slowly on the side of the road. Now, as I was doing so, I heard something loud similar to an explosion where the engine is. Right then and there I knew my car was done for. After pulling to the side of the road, I walked outside the car, then lift the hood of my car. As I lifted it up a tremendous amount of smoke was coming from the hood of my car. Right then and there my eyes became watery, my nose started running, and I started coughing. To avoid getting sick and... ... middle of paper ... ...ally miss anything? Then I had to come to my real senses. I was looking up to the sky searching for ideas, right then and there I remember what Danny said about “you can do anything in this world as long as you believe” as I was looking up I saw this pigeon standing on an electricity wire, then started to wonder if I was a pigeon I don’t think I would have a ride problem. Then I stood up pretend as if I was a pigeon started to jump I noticed the more I believe I can fly the higher I’m getting. So I stop shockingly, I said out loud, I can fly, at this point I had no doubt whatsoever. I quickly walk away from where the pigeon was sitting on the wire; I jumped one last time, next thing I know I was flying my way to school. I had no wings, no cape, nothing weird. Although having these things folks would have found it cool and intrigue but I find even cooler without them.
I was lying in my bed and I looked over at my closet doors, which had sliding mirrors, and I saw myself. I looked like I had died. My face was pale, my eyes were black, and I was unusually skinny.
In the well-received novel “Pudd’nhead Wilson,” Mark Twain skillfully addresses the ancient argument about the origin of one’s character and whether it’s derived from his nature or his surroundings. We can best see this battle between nature versus nurture by inspecting the plot lines that follow the characters Thomas a Becket Driscoll, Valet de Chambre, and Roxana the slave. Thomas was born into a wealthy white family while Roxy birthed Chambers into a life of slavery. It seemed as though each would have gone their separate ways into opposite walks of life, but Roxy secretly swapped the children, which destined each to their counterintuitive fates. Through their words and actions, Tom, Chambers, and Roxy have proven the idea that one’s behaviors and desires are a result of his upbringings and the environment he lives in rather than by his innate nature.
One day, I was on a camping trip with my family. When we got there, I thought everything was going to go well, like I thought. However, after a few hours, around dinnertime, I noticed the sky became cloudy, with barely any visibility. I thought that it would start raining soon, and my prediction was correct. It was pouring heavily, so many people began packing up. Later, thunder and lightning came in, so we were instructed to leave immediately. We packed up and left the campsite. After leaving, I also found out that it was going to rain throughout the entire week, so it was a good idea to leave.
The first stop was Monica’s class room. We walked through the never ending hallway, searching for Monica’s classroom like detectives on a mission to find a key to the unknown door. We found the Monica’s classroom and dropped her off. The next stop was mine. I found myself getting more nervous each step, I toke. Suddenly my mom and my dad stopped walking and told me that this was my classroom.
After taking the NEO-FFM Test, I received the following scores: O=29, C=32, E=38, A=36, and N=18. In comparison to the normative sample, I am considered average in terms of my emotionality or neuroticism, and I can I agree to the predictions of being emotional and sensitive. I naturally hold a lot of my emotions and the emotions of others, and I like to think that I am sensitive to others emotions as well as my own. The normative sample suggests that I am very extroverted, and I can agree to that most of the time. I definitely enjoy company and feed off of the energy of those around me. However, I have learned and can sense when I need to be alone. I identify myself as an optimistic person, and the interpretation supports my claim. While, I can have strong feelings about a particular issue or situation, I am always willing to learn and adopt new perspectives to broaden my view of things. Additionally, I can side with the interpretation results in the area of Agreeableness. I do not provoke conflict, and when I am forced to be a part of difficult situations, I approach them with a great deal of care and understanding towards the other party. Lastly, in terms of conscientiousness, the interpretation has greatly described my day to day processes. I do not like to make strategic plans, because I rather just go with the flow of the day. However, I do sometimes have to go against my natural impulse to do so, because I am so loosely organized with some things.
Psychology covers a huge field and one interesting aspect of it is personality. Personality by itself involves various issues. Some aspects are Psychoanalytic, Ego, Biological, Behaviorist, Cognitive, Trait, and Humanistic. Different types of behaviors are amazing to learn about, mainly the behavior therapy, collective behavior, crime and punishment, and Social behavior and peer acceptance in children. I chose Behaviorism over the other aspects because I believe behavior determines human personality and is very interesting. You can tell what one is by his behavior, and one behaves according to what place he has in society. By doing this paper on Behavior, I hope to get a better understanding of, if behavior develops a personality or if personality guides behavior. I also see behaviorism helping me in the future with my personal and professional career by understanding human personality and behavior better than I do. No matter what your major is, if you can determine one's personality by his behavior you can really get your work done from that person and understand the better than you would otherwise. This person could be your employee or your employer. Behavior Therapy Behavior therapy is the application of experimentally derived principles of learning to the treatment of psychological disorders. The concept derives primarily from work of Russian psychologist Ivan Pavlov. Behavior-therapy techniques differ from psychiatric methods, particularly psychoanalysis, in that they are predominately symptom (behavior) oriented and shows little or no concern for unconscious processes, achieving new insight, or effecting fundamental personality change. The U.S. psychologist B.F. Skinner, who worked with mental patients in a Massachusetts State hospital, popularized behavior therapy. From his work in animal learning, Skinner found that the establishment and extinction of responses can be determined by the way reinforces, or rewards, are given. The pattern of reward giving, both in time and frequency, is known as a schedule of reinforcement. The gradual change in behavior in approximation of the desired result is known as shaping. More recent developments in behavior therapy emphasize the adaptive nature of cognitive processes. Behavior-therapy techniques have been applied with some success to such disturbances as enuresis (bed-wetting), tics, phobias, stutteri...
I woke up one Sunday morning tired from the night before. My neighbor Sergio called me up to ask me if I would go with him to the car wash in Whittier. I got ready and left my house at about 12 o'clock. As I walked to his house, I noticed that the sun was bright and the sky was clear. "The day is too good to be true," I thought to myself and believed nothing could possibly go wrong. We got to the car wash and washed his car. The day was going fine. Then Sergio asked me if I wanted to go to East L.A. with him. I agreed and went with him. We arrived at his cousin's house and his cousin's friends were all drinking on the sidewalk. I felt strange to be there. I didn't know anyone except Sergio and his cousin. To top it all off, I was in a strange neighborhood with some gangsters that I didn't know.
It is a common occurrence that people have some sort of experience that they can not explain, and these experiences make for a great story likely to be told to everyone around them. Some experiences could be very minor, but in s...
When we arrived at the airport, there were about 10 other people. Most of them were men and we were the only couple. Of course the first matter of business was to read and sign a waiver that stated that we would NOT hold the skydiving school liable if our jump turned out to be, shall we say, less than perfect. I must admit that this certainly brought out some of the apprehension that Sivi and I had managed to bury deep inside ourselves.
With music blasting, voices singing and talking, it was another typical ride to school with my sister. Because of our belated departure, I went fast, too fast. We started down the first road to our destination. This road is about three miles long and filled with little hills. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills in the middle of the right lane was a dead deer. Without any thought, purely by instinct I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal but I was going fast. The car swerved back to the left, to the right, to the left. Each time I could feel the car scratching the earth with its side. My body jolted with the sporadic movements of the car. The car swerved to the right for the last time. With my eyes sealed tight, I could feel my body float off the seat of the car.
As I lay face toward the ground I knew I messed up. If only I would have listened. It happened so fast, as if it were a flash of light. We started to run. Busting through all the doors and not looking back; however, we knew there was no chance of getting away. I find myself separating from the group, not on purpose, but I realized after the fact it was a smart plan. I came out the back doors into a huge parking lot. The only thing visible was a bright flash of red and blue. I slowly laid down, put my hands on my back, and prayed. I prayed that somehow I would get out of this. I see boots walk up an inch away from my face almost in a disappointed manner. Peer pressure and a yearn for acceptance are the worst possible situations/emotions a person
It was new years day, and the sun had just arisen when I felt this feeling inside me saying, what am I doing here, but even more importantly, how would I get out. The realization was scary, but I know that without it, my life would not have been at where it is now. I feel that with this experience, my mentality grew and now I see the world in a different way. It all started in high school, where I felt that all the attention I got during that time was for the façade that was reverted to the people, and not the real me because no one knew the real me. I had to lie about everything I had done and who I am just because one lie lead to another. The area I grew up in has really impacted my life in both positive and negative ways. For one, it helped
All of my family was surprised, because I was calm the next day without arguing again about the same subject with my father, but they did not know what I was planning to do behind their back. After knowing at which time my father does not use his car, I was ready for my next step which was a really terrifying step to do, and that step was taking the car without my fathers permission. It was 3:00 in the morning, and all of my family members were sleeping, I told my self it is the time to do it. I was walking so quietly like I was flying in the air only not to wake my family up, especially my father because he was the only one who terrifies me. Walking towards the front door was like walking miles to get there. Finally, I got out from the house, and I got inside the car. I was asking my self “am I really doing this? Should I go back and just forget it?” I hesitated for a moment, but then I looked around to find my self in the car, I noticed there was no turning
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were
This is not the only occasion in my life that has shaped my identity but it has changed me the most. My parents got divorced when I was only eleven years old. I did not foresee the divorce coming, as I was never in their presence when they argued. Then, one night, they asked my little brother and me to take a seat at the dining room table. They then told me that they were getting a divorce and my mouth instanously went dry. I cried so much that my nose stuffed up to the point where I could not smell. My eyes began streaming with tears, and through my tears I could see my brother sitting across from me looking very confused. The only thing that I could hear were my parents trying to comfort me with their soft words, and I could feel their warm arms holding me. I eventually calmed down enough to go to bed, but the memory of my parents telling me they were getting a divorce will stay with me forever. This changes how I act every day and therefore my identity. I am not the only person with a story like this. Everybody has a story like mine from their past that has shaped their