My Family Experience

In the summer of 2015, I visited the homeland of my parents, and by association, my homeland, for the first time since I first left over ten years earlier. I stepped on the plane with no expectations and a bad attitude, assuming a month of summer spent at home would be a better use of my time; I stepped off with a migraine and a sense of resentment toward my native land.

It took 5 boring hours to drive there. My brother said “ I’m so excited to see my aunt and uncle! “ I replied “ I know! For me, I wanted to see the beach there.! “ We laughed together at the same second. When we arrived there, we went to a very typical market, The layout of the market is that they put fabric on the ground and on top of it, they put their products. I felt bored because it’s basically the same products that they sell in Canada. As I walked through the market, something had caught my eye. I saw a live squid! I asked my mom “ How come there are live squids on the market? “ My mom explained, “ That’s the culture of the Filipino, anything they find that are possible to sell, they sell it.” I was amazed that I didn’t know that fact. We bought a lot of goods including dried fish, beans, potatoes and many more. It was an awesome night in

The environment in which I was raised was very thrilling. My family and close friends have had such an impact on my life and I’ll always be so grateful for them. They are very encouraging and always keep an open mind. I’ve learned so much within my seventeen years of life. As I’ve been growing up they’ve helped me realize that It’s okay if it's not right just keep moving and don't take the melancholy parts of life too hard, always learn to be and have a sanguine attitude. They’re always proud of me no matter what I do or who I am.

It was a dark and warm night as the wind was breezing on my face. My parents and I went to the entrance of the airport in Ethiopia. The date was September 15, 2017 and that day was the day that we were leaving Ethiopia. We had stayed there for one month for a vacation and to meet our other family members. We went at 7:30 pm and the flight was at 10:30. We went a bit early because it is better than being late. Also, if a problem insists, we would have time to fix it but that wouldn’t happen,...right? Honestly, I didn't think we would've gotten on the airplane that night because of that horrible incident. It was the most meaningful experience of my life because it made me surprised when I heard that our visa was expired. All this time we did not check that the visa stamp said that September 14 is the day were leaving in the month that we stayed there. We told the people who worked at the Immigration that we were leaving on September 15 but their mistake caused us to be a problem when we were about to leave Ethiopia. We had to be in a rush so we didn’t miss the airplane flight. For that reason, the life lesson that I learned is that managing your time is crucial when it comes for many reasons. We came a little early so would get the process before the flight done and if something happens, then we would have plenty of time to do something about it. If we didn't manage our time and we came later, we would probably miss our flight or we would've gotten really

1:00 AM - I had another dream after sleep beckoned me. There weren't nightmares this time, but my last dream had family drama in it. Why do I keep dreaming about my family when I have nothing playing on my computer? I must have deep-rooted family issues I haven't dealt with yet. My memory of my dream is starting to fade now, so here I go.

It was a dark and perspiring night as the wind was breezing on my face. My parents and I went to the entrance of the airport in Ethiopia. The date was September 15, 2017 and that day was the day that we were leaving Ethiopia. We had stayed there for one month for a vacation and to meet our other family members. We went at 7:30 pm and the flight was at 10:30. We went a bit early because it is better than being late. Also, if a problem insists, we would have time to fix it but that wouldn’t happen,...right? Honestly, I didn't think we would've gotten on the airplane that night because of that horrible incident. It was the most meaningful experience of my life because it made me surprised when I heard that our visa was expired. All this time we did not check that the visa stamp said that September 14 is the day were leaving in the month that we stayed there. We told the people who worked at the Immigration that we were leaving on September 15 but their mistake caused us to be a problem when we were about to leave Ethiopia. We had to be in a rush so we didn’t miss the airplane flight. For that reason, the life lesson that I learned is that managing your time is crucial when it comes for many reasons. We came a little early so would get the process before the flight done and if something happens, then we would have plenty of time to do something about it. If we didn't manage our time and we came later, we would probably miss our flight or we would've gotten really

Not many people can say their biggest life lesson was taught by a bus. On October 23, 2015 I was shown to never take my life for granted. Lakeside Rams football was ready to face Dequeen for the chance to win a conference championship. The intensity of game day was electrifying even though it was a humid, sultry, and rainy day we loaded the buses with our earphones in preparing ourselves for the night ahead.

I’m a young woman who’s trying to get her life together and the process of being successful isn’t easy. I currently attend Nassau community colleges, every day, from Monday-Saturday, and it’s no joke, between waking up in the morning, trying to walk to take the bus terminal, is honestly too much for me to handle; I honestly hate it. Sometimes I honestly get depressed and say to myself “why me “I usually wake up in the morning around 6am and get myself ready then star walking toward the terminal, as a I walk seeing the cars pass by, and some drivers would pass by me and stare and I would get so furious because I have to walk while they’re driving and what truly annoys me is that their taking their time to stare at me walking. I hate public transportation. Driving a car is way better then riding on the bus

Alongside my parents I migrated to the US at only two years old. We had no permanent home which is why we became so close to each other. One year later my sister was born and we spent most of our together since now we moved almost yearly. We became close and during high school it was the same and she is the reason I became passionate about mental health. During her transition into and the first two years of high school she became depressed and self-harming. It took me years to accept and realize this experience affected more than I had thought.

All of my life I had always had plenty of friends. I lived in the same neighborhood for a good part of my childhood, where there were plenty of children my age. I grew up with most of my friends, I knew them so long I could not even remember the first time I met them. When my family moved due to my father’s promotion, I was so excited for a change in scenery that it never occurred to me I would be leaving all my friends behind. Upon arriving in our new home I realized all the people I had grown close to over the years were gone. On social media I felt excluded, I saw them enjoying themselves, while I stayed at home alone. I felt like an alien to my new home and convinced myself, for a time, that I would never be happy there. I was in essence an outsider. After several weeks of wallowing the sorrow of my loneliness, I refused to allow the fear I had of my new environment hold me back from living happily. I resolved to make new friends with whom I would build lasting memories.

This experience has been emotionally demanding for me and a bit awkward. First off, immediate family speaking, we have an implicit norm of not offending people by criticism their actions but also, it’s weird to compliment people on their behaviour. We stick to “thank you”, “I appreciate what you did” and when there is a behaviour we find annoying we don’t say a word. As for my big family, in which I include my immediate family (mom and brother), my boyfriend and my local church, we are “allowed” to give compliment and to share emotions with one another. With this context being placed, it was easier to compliment my church sister C and my boyfriend because we had this pre-establish norm of “it’s acceptable to compliment and receive compliment and criticisms” but a bit harder to throw the first one at my mom.

Growing up in Brooklyn, New York I had many friends from different cultural backgrounds, and the neighborhood I lived in was a melting pot of families from all over the globe. Among them Kimmie Chang, Gabby Martinez, Bella D'Amato, and Logan O'Neill. The air always smelt of delicious ethnic cuisines, and all of the languages were interesting to listen to. The best part was that each family had children close to my age so I was always experiencing a different lifestyle. Feeling so popular among the community, I was invited to dinner at all of my friend's houses at a certain time of the year. Fascinated by different dialect I found myself analyzing conversation at the dinner table, observing the way each family's lifestyle was so different than mine in every way. During my younger years, my brain was able to process a lot from my friends and their families that I could write a book.

Normally, many people in Metro Manila the commuters share in a journey to get the best way to achieve their destinations. Normally, our big communities that napped calm at night are enclose in murky clouds of hypersensitivity actuating dust particles and smoke emanations from our congested paths of cars, transports, motorbikes, and trucks in the morning. Always, our stress level up. Yet, in the event that one thing emerges from the day by day colorful sea of transport issue, it's none other than the famous Philippine jeepney. Known not the undisputed King of the Road, jeepneys mirror the lives of numerous Filipinos - straightforward, sometimes bothered, yet definitely colorful. Given the big number of commuters in Metro Manila, a large portion

Central Idea: To inform my audience about Jeepneys in the Philippines with regards to its history, importance in transportation and role in Filipino identity

While working on my genogram I found it a bit difficult to put it all onto a page. I have information dating back to my great great, grandparents on both side of my parents. Although I do not have all the information pertaining to my great aunts and uncles etc. I do have most of the information from my great great, grandparents down to my parents. My great grandfather on my mom’s side died of old age at 96 years, while his first wife died of breast cancer sometime in the late 40’s. His second wife Rose died at the age of 94. She had children from her first marriage, but I have never met them. I knew both as a child and remember them fondly, however I do not know about their up brining. This was on my grandfather’s side of the family. My