My Human 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

I believe the experience of being human means to constantly change and reinvent yourself, to continuously grow in character, finding out who you are. The experiences we have had form us into the people we are. I have had my fair share of bad experiences but they have all mad me into the person I am today. With the help of some friends, family, and faculty I have been able to recover from difficult trials, and I learned to never give up at something until I achieve it.

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.

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.

Through the semester I realized that it was all right for me to not have one specific learning type. Before, discussing different types of learners in College Transfer Success I always categorized myself as a visual learner. While I primarily learn through seeing things, I found that multi-modal is a more accurate description of my learning type. When I began taking my first college courses this semester, it became more apparent that I was multi-modal. Each professor I have had this semester teaches differently, for example, some lecture, show graphs, or have hands-on labs to complete. As discussed in class I experimented with what learning style was best for me based on my learning type. About three weeks ago I visited the Interactive Learning Center (ILC) to attend the Learning Styles Lab. Through the Learning Styles Lab, I matched the learning styles that worked best for my personality. At the end of the workshop, I found that using a combination of visual, kinesthetic, and auditory learning, was the best way for me to process information internally. Putting the theory that I was a multi-modal learner to test, I made recordings, drew diagrams, and color-coded my notes. In history, I concluded it was more effective to review my notes for the class when I recorded and listened to my notes. In English, I found that I like the interactive grammar lab she had us complete.

As a freshmen there are many experiences and trials you ,must overcome in order to support yourself as a student .These actions don’t come easily and may take may attempt before learning from them. If you choices to neglect taking these action it will only end hurting you later on in your academia career. In my personal experiences, I should have been more informed of on compass resources like the AEC alongside with improving my own actions like improving important skill such time management and communication in order to support my success.

I think most people have an event in their life when time seems to stand still, momentarily freeze. That one moment, for better or for worse, has the potential to change your life. It may lead you to question yourself, your life path, how you want to live your life from then on. For myself, time stood still September 4, 2016. My daughter was seriously injured in a playground accident. I was there for the accident, took care of her during recovery (as a mother should), and encouraged her to fight to get better. That incident made me realize what I am made of, what I am capable of.

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

As I’m sitting here thinking about my life experiences and deciding what I should write about only want subject comes to mind it’s something that I haven’t talk or write about in a very long time. It's not something easy to write or talk because the emotions that come with talking or write about are so strong that I rather not mention. Here’s my life lesson. I was born in Guadalajara Mexico. I have nine siblings. my parents married at the age of fifteen and sixteen. My mom was a housewife, my dad was the bread maker. My dad was nice, funny, loving but he had a violent side. My mom was quite whatever my dad said she obeyed. When I was nine or ten years my dad decided he didn’t want us in his house, so he kicked us out. I remember coming home from my aunt’s house and it was chaos my sisters crying and packing clothes. My mom was in the kitchen cooking my sister was begging her to stop telling her that we needed to leave or else he was going to kill all of us. I walked into the living room and I see my dad sitting in the corner sharpening knife. My mom didn’t want to leave my sister was still begging suddenly my mom tells me to get my brother and my clothes. I remember running my room getting my clothes and my brother when I saw my favorite pink dress it was too big to take with me, so I hid it in the corner of the closet. My sister had managed to speak to our next-door neighbor and she allowed us to throw stuff to her house from the roof my sister knew once we left the house

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.

In this past assignment that I made was that i need it to make some community hours. At first i was only doing this because of the grade that i need in order to pass the class, but when i was accomplishing this i had made a lot of memories that i did not think that i would be able to do it. What the professor told me to do was to accomplish only nine hours in the past four months of school. So that means that i did not need to make a lot of places in order to achieve this hours. What i decided to do was to do the hours very quick, so i only visited two places. In one of the places that i went i did three point five hours and in the other place i made five hours. One of the places that i went was the palm fest that was going on in the civic center in Mcallen, i never knew that this place was happening for year so my first time going to this place was serving my community hours. It was cool because not only did i experiment this event that i did not that existed but i also was excited to know how everything work inside this event. This was also cool because it was like a latino thing, for example, there were a lot of mariachi band performing and one of those mariachi band i had the pleasure to be part of them. People that went to this event was mostly happy to know about our tradition as latinos. Aside of performing with the mariachi i was inside playing with the kids, what they need it to do was go to all the station that were inside the building and collect stickers from

Being raised in the Chicano culture in a small underprivileged metropolis which had very little community spirit, I was taught to be able to fend for myself at a young age. My family was uptight about my reputation as if our family’s honor depended on it. I was expected to be an admirable and thoughtful person to others while keeping my personal problems inside. This setting vastly affected on how I presented myself my whole life.

Friday September 13, 2013 was my worst experience ever why? Cause it was the day I lost my mother she decreased about 4 years ago on Friday September 13, 2013 she had an asthma attack furthermore it’s not a day goes by that I don’t miss her. It was hard for me when I first find out she had passed away in yet I was still young and still in Middle school, but I knew my life was about to change by cause of losing my mother will change the way I see the world. I would characterize my mother's as a beautiful, well-educated woman. My mother’s carried me for nine months, gave birth to me , she was the first person I have seen when I opened my eyes, fed me when I was hungry, didn’t get no sleep for months when I woke up in the middle of the night crying, change my diaper, watched me smile every time I seen her face, she saw me when I first started to crawl, when I took my first step, said my first word. She was always there when I needed her, especially when I was sick. When I was cheerless she was always there to make me laugh. When I needed advice she was the only one I could talk to rather than my father. She was a strong, loving, and caring mother who I always knew that was on my side, she would do anything for me and my brother and give us the perfect nurture that made us the women and men that we are today. She was the most lovely women I ever knew moreover, she always was a big part of my life and now that she had left me I can’t talk to

“I used to think the worst thing in life is to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.” I've had a past of feeling left out or unbelonging to a group because of the way I've looked. I seem to believe everyone at some point in their life has felt left out or feel like an “other” at some point in their life. No one can determine who or what you are and everyone should show confidence for what they are.

When I think of a situation that changed my view on how I lived my life, I can only think of one incident. My father’s heart attack. It was my junior year of highschool, skipping school was a regular habit, because i didn’t care for the assignments, or the teachers. I thought they were not worth my time. I was to busy enjoying the life of a teenager; hanging out with friends, going places, and doing things teenagers shouldn’t. That is until one rainy day at school. I get a call on my cell phone from my brother: