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

When I was young, every adult I met told me, “Don’t be in a hurry to grow up!”, and I told them I was not. Though I looked forward to my freedoms I would achieve as I became older, I usually enjoyed being a child to the full extent. There was no other time in my life that was full of pure happiness; but one minute I was five years old, spread out on the living room floor, tearing through the Target toy catalog and circling everything with a black marker, the next minute I was seventeen, smiling sheepishly while my parents’ friends ask where I planned on going to college.

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.

I am from a small rural town populating roughly 1000 people, grew up with loving parents, and an otherwise ‘normal’ life. A lot of things in my life changed when I was a young teen, and these experiences have largely impacted the person I am today. My family (i.e. both parents and sister) are all Christians, although I identify myself more as an Agnostic. Because of this and because of my experiences, I have become a very open-minded and empathetic person which I believe are strengths I have in communicating with others. Although I have grown a lot in my ability to communicate effectively throughout the years, there are certainly still areas where I am limited in which I will discuss further in the paragraphs below.

Although I was raised in a globally aware family of travelers, nothing could have prepared me for the experience of living in another country with an unfamiliar culture. The idea that I would be separated from everything I knew and dropped into a new way of life was not unfamiliar to me, however, as I had been raised with the expectation that I would one day become an exchange student like my mother had. Both of my parents had travelled their share of the world before getting married, and understood and instilled in me the importance of understanding other cultures. They also made a point to incorporate aspects of other countries in our daily lives and bring me along on business trips overseas before I can even remember. Travelling abroad alone at the age of 16 was an incredible experience, and one that will forever impact the way that I look at the world. Despite my upbringing, I still had been impacted by the culture of America, which although containing people from all around the world still contains some extensive pride and cultural superiority. Being in a different environment surrounded by people who were all raised differently than myself and who in general thought differently awakened me to my previously closeminded view of the world. I had to think differently there, and be more aware of my actions in fear of making a mistake, despite constant reassurance that I was allowed to mess up.

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.

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.

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.

I would say that during my elementary years, I had a pretty good childhood. One of my highlights of this time was spending a lot of my time with my childhood best friend. My mind fills with memories about of all the times I spent with her when I recollect. In particular, one of these memories made me learn an important life lesson. If this time in my life never happened, I could definitely say my life would be very different now.

I consider my personal level of competence I had when I started this course was one of awareness and inexperience. In other words, I was aware of the cultural inequities that surround me and the field in which I work. As this course moved forward from week to week, I paralleled the reading material with my work experiences. It should be noted that I have little diversity in my caseload as far as race. However, I do have diversity in my caseload to do with life circumstances.

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.

I am a perfectionist, or a precisionist as some may say. I am deathly afraid of failure, and possessed with the notion that if I make even one minute error, I will lose everything I have fought to achieve. And unfortunately, that fear controls me. My goal of being best I can be is what damns me, and it was not until recently that I how inhibited I am by my anxiety. When I first enrolled in College Credit Plus (CCP) Composition 1, I had no idea what to expect, all I knew was that I was going to get an A in the class no matter what it took. Like normal, apprehension consumed me and I could think about nothing but the grades and the possible ways I could fail. Now, I am nearing the end of the course. Looking back, working hard, in spite of my fear, gave me an irreplaceable gift. I have come to realize, through taking CCP Composition 1, that my perfectionist attitude has complete control over my writing, and furthermore, through the ordeals of the class I have come to understand that I can change, that I do not have to be consumed with worry, and that I can allow myself to write the true feelings of my soul without restraint.

Throughout this semester, I have learned a multitude of characteristics about myself, both as a writer and as a person. I came into this class with the mindset of knowing how to write well. Throughout high school, I have gotten away with spending incredibly little of my time on essays, while still being able to make them sound well written. This semester tested my ability to work on my own, without being told what to do. With newly given freedom, I often struggled with what I needed to accomplish. By looking at my portfolio, one can tell that I have developed my writing exponentially. I have become more independent and developed through the ideas and opinions that I have. Reading through my portfolio, the lack of concern and work put in my