The Figment of a Father I was indeed a victim of childhood ignorance. It was an invisible ailment, a disease I did not realize I was suffering from until the facts of life finally cured me. People claim that ignorance equates to bliss, and maybe that statement holds some truth, but my memories disagree. I remember a little girl that believed in so much, until one day she reached a point where she struggled in finding the trust to believe in anything at all. My father lived in a fairly small apartment. Of course as a child small things always appear a little bit grander. I shared a bedroom with my older brother; however, that term somewhat exaggerates its appearance since it included no beds. Instead we slept upon two mattresses on the ground. A situation that to a little girl basically means a slumber party. Responsibilities rarely existed at his apartment. He almost never compelled us to sleep at a certain time, finish our …show more content…
Just like me, his apologies were empty. A place in my heart left hollow, ripped out by the poisonous syllables that pounced out of his mouth. Everything changed that night. I truly thought I loved my father, but I only loved a figment of him. I loved the fantasy created in my head. That night poisoned every memory that included my father’s presence. Or maybe that night cleansed the memories of my ignorance? I suppose it depends on your perspective. That night I realized the meaning of a broken home because something in me broke. I understand why my mom and brother shielded me from the truth about my father, but I think their protection made the outcome worse. They let him deceive me into loving him, into trusting him, into respecting him. Loving him blinded me. My brother and I participated in all those fun things due to my father’s irresponsible actions and the fact that he often wound up too deep in a bottle to discipline us, not because of his cool parenting style. None of his actions earned him the title of a
Throughout life I’ve experienced a rather unpleasant childhood with the absence of my guiding figures: my parents. Seeing them rush in and out of the house to go to the hospital with my younger brother shaped me in a way nothing else could have. It made me who I am today, as well as aspired me towards what I want to be one day.
In the realm of popular culture, depictions of femininity and masculinity serve as reflective mirrors of societal norms and evolving ideologies. Over the decades, these representations have undergone significant shifts, influenced by changing perceptions, attitudes, and gender dynamics. This shift can be seen in the iconic television series "Father Knows Best" and "Modern Family." Through the lens of gender theory, these comparable series begin to unravel how these depictions have evolved, considering factors such as societal progress, cultural shifts, and the challenge of traditional gender roles, presenting the transformative portrayal of feminine and masculine archetypes. The complex interplay between popular culture and the construction
The person who influenced me most into applying to Syracuse University was my dad. My dad graduated with a degree from Syracuse, and has always been hardworking and passionate in everything he does. Going to Syracuse for me correlates with many of the traits my dad possesses, and by going to the same college he got his degree from, I hope that I can develop many of the same traits he possesses. Attending the university where my dad got his degree from would allow me to live up to the expectations my dad has set, for with his degree he was able to acquire a good job that allowed him to move up in life. A Syracuse degree allowed my dad to move out of the projects of the Upper West Side of Manhattan to the suburbs of Long Island, giving us
Many people made no big deal of me, I have never been the one to stick out to people. My family has big expectations of me. My education is worth nothing to close family members I have never been so baffled at how people can be cold hearted towards their own blood. I was put on lower expectations than those of my younger cousin, because I was not born here did not mean I was not bright. Showing what I am capable of will show those I can be someone in life. For me a scholarship is more than just money it will show those near me what I can be capable of accomplishing. It will show others not from hear that they as any other person from here can accomplish a dream they have to provide for your family, to show others that nothing will stop you
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The connotations associated with living in the south include the idea that family is everything. My family influences a lot of the decisions I make, and through my family I am able to learn a lot about myself. I am given an abundance of opportunities with respect to my family. For example, if it weren’t for my grandparents, I may never have traveled to Colorado and learned what it’s like to be an employee. I owe a lot to my grandparents, especially since they hired me to work in their shop every summer since I was nine. These are the types of special opportunities others don’t have. Opportunities that I cherish each and every day. On my father’s side of the family is where I gain all of my musical knowledge. With a father and a Grandfather
The things that make us different, help us unite as one great bond. We look at Jesus on the cross, and how he sacrificed his own life for our sins, we look at him as our inspiration to take our own lives and do something great with it. We look at the pedestal where Father Damien is standing, and we see that he gave his time and his spirits for the health of others living in Molokai. The reason I came here, is for my family. My parents gave me the greatest opportunity to do good with this blessing that they have spread upon me. My parents entrusted me with their hard earned money, and gave me their love and support in everything I do, and I couldn’t ask for anything more from the love of my family.
What you see is not always what it is. We learn to perceive what we're looking at, and we get used to how things are supposed to be. I was always fascinated by the illusion pictures that at first glance is strikingly simple to guess what it is, if you give more attention to detail you see another picture in it. What inspired me the most and made me a curious person was how missing one detail can change the whole outlook of the picture – just as missing one aspect from patient’s evaluation can lead to a wrong diagnosis. This taught me the importance of thoroughness in doing anything in my life. My meticulous nature has been an incredible driving force behind who I am
The predicament I am in right now is a blessing, considering the trials I have dealt with in the past. Growing up in inner-city Jacksonville propelled me into the man I am becoming today. Some of the circumstances that many inner-city adolescent youth deal with growing up, such as single-parent households, and inadequate financial stability; automatically dubbed me as a product of my environment. Paving a way for my family is what motivated me the most, and like many teenagers, I felt the task could be strictly achieved by athletics. I had a strong aspiration of playing professional sports, and had varying degrees of success in basketball, and football. Honestly, I was never considered the greatest by my peers, but it was hard to debate my work ethic. Seeing my mother work rigorously day in and day out inspired me. She encouraged me and imparted her knowledge on life’s challenges towards me.
Once I was frightened; now I am courageous. As a young child, the illusion of death does not even seem to exist. The lingering thoughts in a child’s mind do not even ring with the thought of dying or even disease, especially if it is a close friend. Due to the common fear of death within society, he idea of death does not rise much in a child’s life. A child’s only concerns are who are their best friends, when the bell is going to ring for recess, and what delicious snacks they can trade during lunch.
My father is a very traditional, conservative, religious man. A product of his time, upbringing, and culture. Abandoned by his mother, neglected by his father, and raised by an aunt who already had too many children of her own, my father has always had to fend for himself. From an early age he had to start working, I was once told by him that in the absence of his father, he looked up to his bosses for a role model. A lot of them were drunks and chauvinist. My father grew around these men, idolizing them and learning from them how to be a man. Years have passed but their voices still echo his.
I’ve always enjoyed being in sports basically anything that had to do with me being active I would join. But as we all know being in a sport you had to have good grades at least a C or better, I wanted to do track so bad so I had to increase my grades. It was hard managing the both, I could remember all the anger and frustration inside me that I can’t hold in any longer and I start getting frustrated with everything around me even frustrated with myself. Somehow I managed to balance both and I achieved what I wanted to do.
My uncle’s house was fairly large, and yes everyone does say aye. His house had a finished basement which is where my Grandma, Mom, Sister, and i slept for two weeks. I had to sleep on the couch, where as my other family all got beds. My uncle owns a farm, and had if i remember correctly 8 horses. My sister and I got to ride them which was a very interesting time.
"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.
Over time, there have been several people who have influenced various aspects of my life, based on their personal characteristics, accomplishments, and values. I have been privileged to have had numerous teachers and professors who I respect for their patience and intelligence. There are artists that have inspired me by their natural talents and original creativity. I value many political leaders, who have inspired me by their contributions to society, and their ability to change our futures. Of all the people I have encountered in my life, the person I admire most is my father.