My Experience : My Personal Experience

One of my personal experiences that I had was when my family decided to move from New Jersey to Florida. I never planned on moving with them but my mother basically forced me into moving with them. It wasn’t really all that moving stuff because the new house was actually pretty nice, it was just I had all my friends there and I was doing well in school. Nothing I said convinced my mother so after a week of packing we was off to Florida. The first week being there was a horrible week. Nothing was going right for me, I missed the school bus for a whole week, dropped my milk on my new shoes, and tripped over nothing in lunch. It was just trying to move back but parents always have this life lesson speech about trying to make new friends and try to get used to being here until we move again. It’s been about a month since we moved to Florida and I met about zero friends but I got used to living here since I’ve found something that interested me as an after school hobby and that was fishing. There’s barley any lakes or ponds in New Jersey so fishing wasn’t really something you do as a time waster. I usually fished right after I got home but on that day it was rainy and it wasn’t really a good time to fish so I just decided to practice my free shots until it started raining hard. I think I was outside for about 20minutes and suddenly a couple kids from my new school asked if they can shoot

Perhaps the most important skill I learned in these two weeks is to be able to think strategically. It’s all about having a vision of where as a leader I wanted to be and working to achieve that vision. I feel strategy, in its simplest sense, is deciding where I wanted to be and how I’m going to get there, and then taking the action necessary to do so. Therefore, I gathered as much information as I possibly could about where I really am, and don’t hesitate to say no what was not acceptable to me. For example, when I went to volunteer this week at the site my mentor was not there, neither did I know that he was out of town as he never mentioned to me. The person responsible for volunteers almost wanted me to not be there, as she was not informed. Although, I know they are doing me a favor, but I thought they have an obligation as well. I have been given too much run around, and it’s the end of my practicum I need to complete my project to present it to Khalsa School once they return from summer holidays. Not only that I promised them a presentation as well once they settle in. Therefore, I have a heavy load of things on my plate. Besides, I traveled from Abbotsford, and was stuck in traffic I can’t afford to let my day go to waste. Therefore, I asked the volunteer to get a hold of my mentor in Winnipeg and let me in to volunteer and showed her the emails from Cameron that this was planned. Everything worked out to my satisfaction in the end, but I had to hold myself and

MY personal experience was visiting Busch Gardens for the first time in Tampa Florida. The scenery was extremely beautiful and a very playful place to enjoy during the holidays. As I walked in the smell of different food grabbed my attention. The food court was very clean, but I couldn’t eat yet due to the fact that I wanted to hop on the roller coaster. The roller coasters were so huge it was nothing compared to the fun spot in Orlando Florida. My skin started to shiver because they were going too fast, people were screaming and I wasn’t sure if it was due to happiness or being scared.

Personal experience is something that happens to you. It can be good or bad , or can help you in your future. My personal experience is when I found out I wasn’t graduating with my class. That day showed me that I shouldn’t have been playing around I had ever thing but my English 4 credit and passing the FCAT test. After trying so many times I just give up. I felt like I didn’t belong here and school wasn’t meant for me. I hate the fact I didn’t get to graduate with my class. I wasn’t really upset just disappointed that I didn’t take school seriously.

Change in our lives, such as sharing a personal experience with someone can bring us closer together. Personal experience also can bring about favorable change in a relationship. Our experiences are an extremely powerful change in our lives that can be manipulated in very positive or very negative way. In this way, my aunt Anne and I became much closer. I am very thankful she is a part of my life as she has positively affected it in so many ways. Anne lives in Eagan, a small suburb of Minneapolis, Minnesota with her husband Wayne. She is the mother of four kids, all in college. Her only daughter was getting married, which was the reason we came to visit Minnesota.

It was the cold of January. We had just gotten back to school after the short, but still sweet, winter break. The first few days were a blast of course. But as time moved on, I quickly realized how bored I had become with my life. I had fallen into a routine almost as strict as a soldier standing guard a fortress. I woke up, went to school, came home, and went to sleep, just to do the same thing the next day. Sitting and contemplating for hours about possible new hobbies became my speciality. Yet, even with all of the thoughts, nothing new sparked interest in my mind. This was until my Drama teacher brought something to my attention.

Throughout life, incidents will always occur. No matter who you are or where you are on life’s journey. Through these incidents you are given the opportunity to learn about yourself and others. I have found that sometimes the worst things in life can teach me the most about my strengths, weaknesses, as well as about how to live life. For instance, when my father (papa) passed away in October, 2010 from a weak heart.

I will start by saying that this has been one of the by farthest emotional roller coaster semester I have been through since beginning of school. I came in thinking it would be a smooth ride, but then I realized that adding more field hours is challenging despite of having only three classes. Also, it still is hard to manage the workload from grad school and my own personal life. Nonetheless, I also feel that this semester has thought me a lot about myself and strengths I carry.

Transitioning from a teacher in training to a student was possibly one of the hardest things I have done. I really struggled with keeping my mouth closed when a child was not behaving. In my math class, I noticed that though there wasn’t a lot of physical activity most of the other students were eager to participate. My math teacher kept us engaged by having us walk through the homework and constantly walking around. Because she had the students walk through each of the problems, it was easy to follow as a student. When anyone had a question she would have us walk her through what we did and find the discrepancy. My teachers flow was smooth and she made sure we understood her expectations for the Unit One math exam.

Walking up to Las Vegas Academy’s campus as a freshman for the very first time was unimaginably exciting. I noticed right off the bat that I have many more responsibilities that teacher rely on me to fulfill, awesome friendships that seem unlikely, and genuinely fantastic, pure enthusiasm that fuels all the teachers and staff at LVA. At first, I was a little scared of my placement in terms of my abilities, and I thought I was in the wrong place at LVA. However, no I believe I’m right where I’m supposed to be. I waked into LVA thinking I knew it all, but I realize now that I have so much to learn, and LVA will fill in the gaps. As of now, I look at last year, already, and think about all the unwise decisions I made academically and socially. For example, I would procrastinate to work on some of the most crucial assignments, succumbing to distractions, and I would let my friends be alone sometimes just because I wanted to be alone. I wish I could change some of those instances. Nevertheless, these decisions and their corresponding lessons make me who I am, which is someone that wants to change for the better.

Four antiquity ago on Friday, September 13, 2013 was the worst involvement I ever had why? My mother dematerialize on this particular day constantly it was a bad day. This condition is about the death of my mother. She had decreased from an asthma attack Furthermore, it not a light of day that I don’t observe my mother.to lose my mom meant losing my life. I felt I died with her. Many times I wished myself had given up, but I knew I would break the promise we made years ago before she dematerialize. Therefore, I knew my heart was about to modification due to losing my mom will observe the way I examine the planet.

As a child growing up, there are experiences that change your views on life along with what you want to accomplish in life. Fortunately, growing up for me was never what some would say a struggle. I grew up in a middle class family of five in the small town of Mercedes, TX.

It was a cold and windy Saturday night when I sat alone in the pitch dark classroom contemplating my life. With tears dripping down my face, I truly wondered my existence. Why did I have to stay and deal with my emotional struggles and loneliness? At this point, I made my decision to walk over to the Schuylkill river at 11pm at night. I had no idea what I was planning, only that I needed to feel the vast emptiness of the deep, mysterious flowing river.

Friday, September 13, 2013 was my worst involvement ever why? It was the day I my mother's vanished about 4 decrepitude ago on she had an asthma attack furthermore, it’s not a light of day that I don’t absence my mother. It was tenacious for us when I first acknowledge she had decrease yet I was still imperfection and still in the schoolhouse, but I knew my affection was about to constitute due to losing my mother's will modify the way I examine the nature.

It is difficult to write about my life—not because I do not know what to say, but because I am often fearful of sharing my experiences and having them impact how people view me. My identity and upbringing are not necessarily unique, but I have been in situations that society tends to be uncomfortable with. Repeated sexual assaults, psychological abuse, neglect, and financial hardships are factors in my life that I tried to forget when I started college. Now that I am at the end of my undergraduate education, I realize that the obstacles I faced in my early life will never be forgotten. Consequently, I feel that it is important to share this information, even though it is painful to do so, because the last four years have opened my eyes.