The sunset awaits outside the window and winter dawns upon me as I sit in my kitchen on a high stool, setting up my laptop. A pot of flowers sits outside the patio door, bowing their heads due to the cold.I am thankful I am not outside, for the kitchen is peaceful, illuminated with soft light and warm. A pan sits on the stove, and the coffee pot huffs steam. Once I get everything set up, my mom comes to join me on the high barstools. Genuinely, I see my mom as old some days but her best features: wisdom, kindness, and love, show through her wrinkles.Physically, I see my mom as the shorter type, not fat but not skinny but healthy, and tan with brown hair that has blonde highlights in it. Today, I’m interviewing my mom, Paula Krock, because she …show more content…
I do know a lot about my mom’s childhood and background, but I know little about her greatest challenges and for me it was interesting to ask the question: “How did you overcome your greatest challenge from childhood to adulthood?” It took her a few minutes to comb through her thoughts, at the time she was wearing a purple blouse and dark blue jeans with a silver necklace. She raised the mug to her rosy lips and speaks softly, “Biggest Challenge: to trust people, to learn to trust people, I hadn’t had a lot of adults in my life that I could rely on or trust as I grew older I realized I had trouble trusting people. I overcame this challenge by learning to forgive and realizing that we all make mistakes.” This trait could possibly be associated with independence, considering how independent my mom was as a child. It made it difficult for her to trust people without a lot of strong relationships built on trust, besides her brother and sister. But once my mom got to college, she found lasting friendships built on trust and mutual respect. My mom loved college, just “stepping onto a college campus makes me want to go back”. Obviously, if you want to go back to college it must have impacted you in some way, shape or form. “College had a huge impact, not because of the academics but because of the community, I became active in a Christian group on campus which became foundational to who I am today.” My mom has always been a strong believer of the Christian faith and college helped strengthen her faith and build relationships that had similar values to hers. My mom loves being involved in a community and helping others, possibly because of her childhood experiences caring for her brother and sister. My mom has set a good example for me of how to be kind, loving and hardworking even through difficult
My mother worked four jobs at once to make financial ends meet, while always stressing the importance of education and financial independence to my brother and myself. My grandmother only achieved a second grade education due to the financial constraints on her family at a young age, but still in the end managed to make certain that of her children and grandchildren had what was needed to flourish and become successful, educated members of the community. The tenacity and history of these two women I still carry with me today. Their struggles have inspired to me to only want more from life, but also serve as a positive role model for the younger members of my community. I observed from other family members how an education can open a multitude of doors and opportunities. I want to make the biggest and most significant on my community and on my family as possible, and the only foreseeable path is to achieve a college education to gain the necessary skills, knowledge and connections needed to flourish and implement positive
When my parents divorced, I stepped up and I took care of my siblings when my mother could not. In doing so, all the challenges I faced from then on, I faced them all alone. Therefore, my mother would not have to worry about me and focus on herself and my sisters. Living in a house of four my not seem so difficult but when you are the glue that holds the family together, there is no room for error. When my oldest sister dropped out of high school, all the pressure went on me to do better in school, graduate, and go to college. Teachers, security guards, my parents told me I have-to graduate and go to college to get a better life than them. It was like a record stuck on repeat, everywhere I go I was faced with the same lecture. With being told what to do and how to live my life I fell into depression the first semester of my senior year. This was one of my biggest challenges I had to face, I was left alone to figure out a puzzle with missing pieces. Listening to everyone tell me I have-to this and that with my life makes me sick to my stomach. What if I am not interested in going to college? What if I just drop everything and leave? What if can define today from tomorrow. Slowly realizing that only I can pick myself up and carry myself to where I want to be in life, helped me realize I can work to the best of my ability and set goals for myself. one of my goals is to go to Loyola University and to Major in Forensic
I apologize for the late response, it's been a little hectic with finals but thank you for sending me the summaries on your research! It sounds fascinating, I'm particularly interested at the research looking at the biogeography of nitrifying bacteria across Oregon and studies in agriculture. Over the past three years of performing research, I've enjoyed not only working in a laboratory setting but performing field research. It's an aspect I hope to explore further in the future.
While we each have our own personal obstacles that we have to endure, I have taken both the positives and negatives from growing up and applied them in my life as an adult. When other individuals only saw the negative aspects to my childhood with both an alcoholic father and stepmother, I found the positive! I knew exactly what type of wife and parent I wanted to become. My husband tells me that I am his “best friend” and my two daughters call me a “superhero”. Neglect in my early childhood also taught me to be a parent who is present in my daughters’ lives and this is why I became very involved in their Title I school (containing more than 80% low socioeconomic status [SES] students). This awakened a desire in me to pursue and complete
“6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…” Dr Richard Tumun cries as he calls out to his second born baby, Faith Tumun. She had just closed her eyes, teeth clenched, and was on her way to the land of the sleeping. That day, my body was on the brink of giving up, it refused all the medication given to it. I kept on emptying my bowel by throwing up everything that I consumed, medicine included. I was not able to keep anything down for long. It went in and came out with the same speed that it went in with.
As a kid my mother had a hard time. Her mom was sick so she couldn’t work and that made it really hard on her family. In school she was told that she didn’t try hard enough and that she would never make it to college because of lack of effort. When she got home from her principal telling her that she decided that she would be an all a student by the end of the year. Her mother helped her achieve this goal by coming up with new ways for her to study. To be able to buy clothes and a lot of
I wanted to do this interview on my mom. That’s because I look up to my mom, she means the world to me. She has helped me grow up a lot over these last few years, I can’t ever thank her enough for putting up with me.Today you will learn a little about the woman who means so much to me. Her name is Kamilla Marie Colgan she is 34, and her birthday is on September 30th. I look just like my mom but I’m shorter than her and we have a few different features but we’re a lot alike. My mom has short, light brown hair, also the most gorgeous amber colour eyes I have seen. There is something my mom told me once that I will never forget. She said, “You have a big heart. When you love someone you love them with all of your heart; but when you hurt you hurt deep because you put
Thank you and the P.E.O committee for the honor of interviewing for one of the many grants offered through the P.E.O. Philanthropic Projects.
It is the early summer of 2016, a hot dry Sunday morning. Four of us sit together, side by side, on the couch that has been in the living room forever. While the presidential candidates of 2016-2017 are on tv, we listen attentively to my brother. When he was finished talking, we all got up and left, and we are officially over the subject, my brother is now a college student at the University of Texas. For all of us, now it’s the start of our last summer. Afterward , my mother starts cooking one of her best dishes, and starts to sing and dance. She is a strong woman who takes large steps , for nothing can stop her, at any time, could probably manage going through hell. In her normal day clothes, she looks like a cross between a nurturing mother and a drill sergeant. She has sparkling brown eyes, brown-black hair that flows past her shoulders, normal ears, triangular nose and perfect eyebrows. Even though her teeth are near to perfect except for two teeth - as if someone had just placed them in - when she smiles it’s
As time progressed and I began to view their separation differently. My mom was always codependent on my dad and my dad had always had someone with him. I saw this as an opportunity to see my mom thrive as an individual and to see my dad learn to be more content on his own. I saw this as an opportunity for myself to become more independent and to not seek approval from others. I realized that, no matter what situation is at hand, it is my perception of the problem that really matters. Turning this negative situation into a learning experience became my goal and I made it a priority to look for the good in everything. Having this mindset help me complete the school year with a positive
Raised by a single-mother in a small farming town south of Detroit called Monroe, I learned my values and character traits vicariously through my mother, father and brother. My father was not in my life while growing up due to his battle with alcoholism, but to me that illustrated addiction’s ability to ruin one’s life. Raised solely by my mother, she demonstrated her mantra that anything is accomplishable if you work hard and never give up. Becoming the first female Cub-Master-of-the-Year for our Boy Scout Troop, teaching us to race dirt bikes and play every sport at the Catholic grade school we attended were only some of my mother’s accomplishments that helped shape my perspective. While most of my family attended a Catholic High School, I chose to be part the pilot class of a pre-medicine focused middle college. Beginning to dual-enroll as a sophomore in high school, I was soon recommended to become a college level writing fellow. Over the next three years, I expanded my skills to tutor over 10 courses, lead a supplemental instruction course, and tutor for students taking the GED and ACT, while attending my courses and working as a deli server, bag boy, and ice cream server. Through working to support myself, I discovered that I am most successful when I am productively busy, which I apply to my jobs, school work, and research. Furthermore, working towards my goal of learning as much as possible, I became an adept learner and spent my time most efficiently. This allowed
Every time I see my mother I have the benefit of taking in her beauty. My mother’s light brown eyes are bright and lovely so that the richness of her mind and soul there shines. They flash red when right feels wrong with her. Those eyes also glow with warmth and tender lights of love. Her abundant black curls fall softly on her beautiful face and feel softly upon my cheeks whenever I hug her. She has loving hands that are so gentle, so kind, so soft that have toiled smoothly through all the years. The three great smiles that she has are 1) a radiant smile that spreads such joy and sunshine on all that share her happy heavenly life, 2) a smile that hides the pain of heart and soul, and 3) a smile that lightens life’s so bitter trials and brings such calm and peace to heavy hearts. Her beautiful face has shown so pure and tranquil above my head through all my life and dreams. The light brown eyes, the abundant curls, the smile, the silky smooth skin all blend serenely to form a lovely face. A mother who loves adventure and independence, a mother who generally leads and direct others and like to establishes their personal identity.
Have you ever thought about how you would feel after aging? Trying to find answers in regards to what happens when you are aging mentally and physically I decided to interview my grandmother who is 70 years old. She was born in Guyana which is a third world country located in South America. She was the first born out of 5 children. Although it is the only English speaking country in South America, we classify ourselves as West Indians from the Caribbean. She does not have much of an education since she dropped out of school after her mother died during childbirth when she was only 12 years old. She had to stop going to school so that she can take care of her siblings which included the newborn baby that her mom just had while her father went to work to bring in income. After her mother died her father remarried and have 4 more children and his second wife also died from complications at the birth of her last child. She got married at the age of 16 since her father could not afford to take care of all his children on his own.
Right now, you are at your mother Patty’s side as she is admiring herself in her vanity mirror, powdering her face with blush to match her already beautifully done makeup. The twenty-five year old, aesthetically pleasing eye-candy that she was, had bright, baby blue eyes that were matching with yours. She was wearing a bright red dress, which was surprisingly going very well with her dark red lipstick and purple eyeshadow. Her long, silky dark hair was
Growing up I have always admired my mother Pam, born October 3rd, 1955. She is a strong, independent woman, who all on her own raised two children. She has given my brother and I everything we could ever need. Pam has tried her hardest to make sure we take full advantage of all opportunities that come our way. She has unknowingly shown me that even without today's ‘model’ family dynamic of a wife, husband, and biological children, life can still be just as good and wholesome. These are just a few of the reasons of why I picked my mother, my role model, to be my first interviewee. Next, I chose to interview my Grandmother on my Mother's side, Eileen. Eileen Casadei was born on December 27th, 1928. Eileen has always been a frequent and