One success that makes me who I am is learning to sing. I love music, and I especially love to sing. The feeling I get when I sing is unlike any other. I feel more connected to the world. Sometimes I feel as though I’ve always been able to sing. This, however, is not the case. My mom is really into singing, she likes to make up songs as she goes about what she’s doing. When I was little, I loved to hear her sing, and would request certain songs. Mom tried to teach me how to sing myself, but I just couldn’t seem to get it. One day, as we were walking in a Walmart parking lot, Mom sang the scales from The Sound of Music, and I managed to sing it too. I was off pitch, but after that, Mom was able to teach me how to sing. Learning how to sing was a really big success for me. Being in chorus and singing are integral parts of who I am today, and through singing I’ve learned important lessons, such as following directions, when to open my mouth (and when to keep it shut), and most importantly, how to empathize …show more content…
I was starting 6th grade, my mom and my dad, who had divorced when I was almost three, started a custody battle over me. I loved both my mom and my dad, and had been living both with my mom and with my dad, each parent getting me every other weekend and after school half of each week. At the time, both my mom and my dad lived in Virginia, but when my mom moved to South Carolina, my dad moved to Wisconsin. From that point, my dad said he wanted custody of me. Mom thought I would be happier living mainly with her. What followed was an intense custody battle, which the judge who decided said was the worst he had ever seen. Whenever I was with my dad, he talked bad about my mom, and, while my mom refrained from talking bad about my dad, I could tell she was very stressed. Both of my parents were too busy with the custody battle to really spend a lot of time with
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When I was only three years old my parents got a divorce and separated. My mom didn’t want to see us until a few months after the divorce. She moved to an one bedroom studio apartment in downtown Des Moines and she couldn’t take care of my brother and I, therefore we went and lived with my dad. We were not supposed to go and stay with my mom because she only had one bedroom and she was going to make me and my brother sleep in the same room together.
I never thought too much about who I am or at least what makes me who I am. I do have very strong convictions concerning who I want to be or who I feel as though I should be, but never have I theorized about how my makeup plays a part in it. As I viewed the pie graph in figure 2.1 of Ferdman (1995), I attempted to put my life in percentages basing them on what I felt I thought was most important. I immediately began to recognize who I am is a mixture of many things and from each I have built my perspective on life.
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My dad was an alcoholic and a bully, he made me and my brother along with my mother miserable they fought every night and after a few years of this my mother sent me and my brother to my grandparents because she felt we were not safe at home and throughout that time my mother took Dad to court and want to know what, he had no lawyer even bring a lawyer, but who am I to complain I don’t like him anyway, so as the custody battle went on Lucas and I spent The summer at my grandparents but when it was all said and done my dad was out of the house and Mom, Lucas, the dog and I had the house to ourselves.After the split Mom and Dad could not talk to each other but I had to visit him every other weekend because by law I have to have communication with him but I didn’t like it. As life went on we we started doing better for ourselves we only spent one more year in that
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