Mr. Madam Toastmaster, Fellow Members And Guest ( S )

Strict parents, ugh it can be the worst. Doesn’t it feel like you're limited what you can do and what kind of feelings you have? Thats exactly how it feels to me. Like I can't do anything exciting in my social life, just like in this book I read called “Harrison Bergeron” it's by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. In this particular short story, it talks about how people are clueless, how they have to wear handicaps, and how they're forced to be equal. This story relates to my family in some ways.

I am a part of a community . What I believe in , may be disregarded because I am young. I am told that I am inexperienced in life but I am expected to choose a career within these two years. I am allowed to think but as soon as I contradict the people more important than me, I am wrong. I am encouraged to only think a certain way because I was born into a culture who is afraid of change. Although I know my voice is respected, I don’t know if it is loud enough. As a daughter, my opinions and beliefs are important to my parents but I do not feel like they understand the struggles teenagers go through. Given, they were a teenager once but that was a long time ago. Their problems were different than mine. The pressures they had were different too.I’m expected to do well in school and have a promising

In my childhood, I was always told that as a girl, I supposed to be tender and quiet. Therefore, in order to be an elegant girl, I learned to dance from 6 years old. But in personality, I am aggressive and active, like a boy. Even though I really enjoy the feeling of standing under the spotlight, I subconsciously aspire to get a black belt. I am fond of Taekwondo, but no matter how I persuade my parents and show them how much I love this sport, my parents still do not think that girls should do such a violent sport, which does not fit the temperament of a female.

Good evening! My name is Isabella Smith and I am applying to National Honor Society for the upcoming year. I am extremely grateful for the opportunity to join this club as it is a wonderful way for me to make a difference in the community. It would really mean a lot if you would take the time to fill out a recommendation for me.

I am extremely honored to be among the remarkable students who are being considered for National Honor Society. I am fortunate to be considered for this offer and I am confident that I uphold the standards of which the NHS is committed through my academic achievements, participation in the school’s Peer Leadership Program, the Girl Scouts of America and my experience in child care. I would like to thank the Faculty Council for giving me the privilege of striving for the highest standards of the National Honor Society.

No one can control what family they are born into nor what struggles are destined for them in the future. By the age of nine, my parents could no longer help me with my homework, rather they could only offer a few words of encouragement. The language barrier and cultural clash we experienced as a family put me at a disadvantage compared to other children my age.

At the age of 13 my parents decided that I was old enough to catch the train into the city. When my brother reached this age my parents were more reluctant in allowing him the same privilege, according to them I was more mature so they trusted that I would be responsible. However, this opinion differed to other things we did when growing up such as going to parties and going out at nigh. My parents were hesitant and were always reluctant to let me go especially when I first started asking. At parties I was sent off with

Growing up in a small town is something many people don’t have the opportunity to experience. On the other hand, some people who do get this chance don’t really think of it as being an “opportunity” or anything special. I would have to disagree; being raised in Caddo Mills, Texas has been such a blessing and has impacted me more than anything else in my life. It’s in this town that I grew up with my peers like a family. It’s here that I met the greatest circle of friends. It’s here that I had the opportunity to meet some of the best educators and receive an awesome education. Most importantly, it’s here that I made the decision to follow Christ. I’m extremely grateful that Caddo Mills is the place God lead my parents to raise my sister and me.

Looking back at my past, I recall my mother and father’s relationship as if it were yesterday. I am only four years old, small and curious; I tended to walk around my home aimlessly. I would climb book shelves like a mountain explorer venturing through the Himalayans, draw on walls to open windows to my own imagination, or run laps around the living room rug because to me I was an Olympic track star competing for her gold medal; however my parents did not enjoy my rambunctious imagination. My parents never punished me for it but would blame each other for horrible parenting skills; at the time I did not understand their fights, but instead was curious about why they would fight.

As a child, I was quiet and withdrawn. I taught myself to read when I was three, and spent most of my time reading instead of playing with other children. I understood very early that I was different from others at school. I didn’t have to pay for lunch, something I found (and to be honest, still find) completely mortifying. My father was almost never home, always trucking all over the country in an effort to keep our family afloat. When other kids talked about their dads in school, I often found myself feeling jealous. I, too, wanted a dad who could teach me how to ride a bike or throw a ball. I also understood that it was impossible for me to have that, because my father worked around the clock to keep my family from going hungry. I realized that in order to achieve the things that I wanted to, i would have to take the initiative and do it myself. I borrowed my sister’s bike (although it was much too tall for me to use comfortably), and I practiced riding it until i knew i was better at it than any other 7 year

I was born to a nondenominational Youth Pastor and a Medical Sales Representative on July 30, 1996 in a tiny town in the Philippines called Naga Growing up, I spent most of my time with my many cousins. There was always someone to play with and always something to do. When my dad got the opportunity to become the Head pastor at a church in Northern California he took it. In November of 2002 my mom quit her job, we packed up our belongings, said our goodbyes and moved to Fremont, California.

From the moment we are put into our parents’ arms, they begin to shape our identity. Our appearance, thoughts and actions are developed from them and what they believe is “right” and “wrong.” However unfair as it may seem at times, everything done is based on their past experiences, the culture we are born into and ultimately done for our own well-being.

They always expected a lot from me but I just wanted to follow my own path. I know I maybe should've done what they said to avoid their wrath but I could honestly care less about what they wanted from me. Besides I'm not the only child in the family. But then again, my brother was... Never mind.

Along with many other Zers, independence is my “thing”. Since I was a little kid, I’ve had to pave my own way through life. My older brother and sister were always competitive with each other, but I couldn’t do everything they were doing because I was younger; I stuck to playing dolls by myself instead of playing sports with my siblings. I don’t really play with dolls anymore; however, I do not want to go to Marquette University and major in business like my older siblings. To my parents dismay, I also dread having to do things other people want me to do. I am always being told to clean my room or to do the dishes, and the very fact that I’m being told what to do makes me not want to do it. This is also seen when I’m told I can’t do something,

Everyone remembers fighting with their parents at some point in their life, whether as a young child who wants a toy or as a teenager who isn’t allowed to go out. It’s normal to want to challenge authority when growing up, because it helps young people to make their own decisions and become individuals. Teenagers rely on few close friends and the last people expected to be confidants are their parents.