To illustrate, my life and my story were the exact opposite of my favorite television series. See I grew up in an African home with a strong single mother who was there and took care of us the best way she could. I lived in a two-bedroom apartment with my mother, sister and two of my half-brothers, where I shared a room with my mother and my sister, while my brothers shared the other one. To emphasize, my story has always been a difficult one to tell, so I avoided it every time the topic arises. In fact, I do not know a great deal about my father, but my mother would tell us stories of how my father had two wives because that was how our culture was. Moreover, she told us my father’s other wife died and left my brothers to her, then years …show more content…
I took time to adjust in first grade; I felt less than the other kids; they had both parents who loved them, parents who attended their school activities, and they knew what was going on in the class. This was the year I lost my identity and the year I developed insecurities. As a naïve black girl, I based my identity in what society deemed beautiful, worthy, smart, and acceptable. I wanted to fit in, so I studied hard and focused in class. After a few months In first grade I caught up with the rest of the students; I could read and do basic math. The rest of first grade was a blur, but I did remember second grade with Mrs. Smith. She was a beautiful, tall black woman. She inspired me to be better and to want more for myself. She cared about me beyond the classroom. See as things started to change at home for the worst I needed someone to care for me. I had just found out my mother was pregnant and she had broken up with her boyfriend and had to take care of the baby on her own. At the same time, my brother was going through a hard time. He had lost his job at the airport and turned his attention to alcohol, which made him abusive. He would come home and start fights with my mother and sister. We would have to call the police in hopes to stop his threats, but that always
I started school in a big building for the first time I remember it the most because I spent the most time in it I had a teacher named miss laurence she was the best she let us watch Bill nye
There are many experiences that I look back on as why I am who I am today. One of these experiences came from my 9th grade biology class. On the second day of school, our teacher Coach Smith asked us if we wanted to get shocked. He pulled out a small machine and told us that it could deliver small electrical pulses that would stimulate our nerves. When we asked what that would do to us, he smiled and said we would have to wait and see. I volunteered immediately, intrigued at the idea. He placed the machine on my forearm and switched it on. I watched as my hand took on a life of its own. He let other students who wanted to try the machine out and answered all of our questions patiently. He then said there was another experiment he would try
Before I was born, my parents went to Bryce Canyon on a vacation. They decided that they really liked the name Bryce. And so, on September 3rd, 2002, Ryan and I were born in the Sparrow Hospital in Lansing, Michigan. My parents had only wanted three kids, but they ended up with five. First, they had one kid, my sister Sierra, who is now 17 years old, and almost 18. Then my parents wanted another kid, and ended up with twins, my brother Nate and my other sister Autumn. My mom and dad decided that they could handle one more kid, but they got another set of twins, my brother Ryan and me. And so, Sierra, Autumn, Nate, Ryan, and I made up the 5 chaotic kids in the Brown family. My parents named me after Bryce
For six years I have battled an ongoing illness. It has affected every aspect of my life. At the roughest times I have had to leave traditional school and attend virtual school or do my classwork in the hospital or at doctor offices. It took a toll on my GPA, my social life, and how I had previously led my life. I could no longer play lacrosse or softball. My family dynamic changed and revolved around doctor appointments, hospitals, testing, treatments, and medications. I had a choice to make give up or overcome.
I really had trouble finding a topic that I thought would inspire readers or keep their attention. I reviewed the information from unit one several times before picking my topic. The topic that I chose was a scary situation for me that took place this year and felt that readers needed to know how these types of incidents can happen and how often they happen around the world. I felt like my story alone could not make the paper requirements and may need to revise several areas where I stated outside information even though I felt it to be very important information and relevant to my personal story. As I was writing my story I felt like I did a good job and had a successful paper, until I reviewed unit three’s lecture and lecture review, where
Simplistic and tranquil is how I would describe my lifestyle, without many obstacles and challenges, fortunately. Yet in the fall of 2014, I found myself in need of a simulation. More than anything, I wanted to prove to myself and everyone around me that I could face any obstacle and tackle it. When I found the Disney College Program, I knew that I had found my challenge. Not only would I be moving across the country, but I would be taking on a task that I had never really faced before. Offered to be an entertainment costumer, I knew this was a once in a lifetime chance to experience something not many people would ever have the chance to do. I knew I would have to leave my job of three years and start new, knowing no one in Florida. More than anything else, it was an experiment for myself that I could make it on my own.
Just to be completely honest in the beginning I didn’t really like books or writing, but she changed that. It started my freshman year of high school. Second block, I sat in the front row. Sort of depressed, but still vividly trying to remember my last English class. Did I really remember anything I had learned in my many years of schooling? At this point I wouldn’t have to recall this until a later date. She approached me, scared inside cool outside. Shanna Leasure she said loudly. As I look back I remember calling her Mrs. Leisure. Lol. I came up with a rhyme to remember her name Shanna banana Mrs. Leasure is a pleasure to meet you. I have to say I really love her to the core. Only goodness rains from her
A significant event that shaped who am I today was being, hanai, which in a loose sense means adopted. It happened when I was very little, and I was blithely unaware until my parents told me sometime when I was younger. However, back then I felt completely unaffected and didn't realize how different my life could've been. The birth family, had two other daughters both of which got pregnant at age 13, the family was on drugs, and I remember one time while having to go to their home, seeing their poor dog with gashes on it's leg. In sum, they were a very problematic family from my standpoint.
In 1995, I was asked to relocate to a different city. I had lived in Cincinnati and the surrounding area all of my life. My entire biological family was there (well, except the ones in south central Kentucky, but that’s another story). All my friends were there. I was well-rooted into my church (my real family). Everything. All that I knew in life was in Cincinnati. All my ex’s lived in, not Texas, but Cincinnati. We accepted the call and in the last days there, I sat in shock of what I was about to do. Uncertainty was overwhelming One day as I sat quietly, I heard a still, small say, “Pam, I have taken care of you in Cincinnati, you know I will take care of you in this new city.” I was instantly in peace.
My story started one night i was sleeping in my bedroom i woke up around 2:00 am and
Have you ever heard a song that has brought you back to a special moment in your life? Music, which holds such a huge part of mine, constantly reminds of the memories that I have retained over the years. There are many songs that allow me to reminisce on those important times and experiences; from my first love, to summer days at the pool and late night sleepovers with my friends. Out of my long list, I think that a few songs in particular best represent my own personal “soundtrack” to my life.
When I was younger, I remember being stuck in a small, dark closet when I would get in trouble, or when my mother simply wanted to avoid me. This was mostly twelve consecutive hours a day. It was dreadful in there. I was never brought water or food. If I did, mum would make me beg for it. The closet had an eerie feeling to it, I never felt safe, and it was very cold. I heard a voice in that closet when I was there. She never got mad at me unless I was bad, I didn’t often do much, just the typical child play. I still hear her, seven years later, whispering, calling my name, telling me to come play because she “misses me”and needs her friend. In the middle of the night, I’m afraid she’ll jump inside me again when I misbehave. It’s the
I grew up in a remote rural village in Rift valley-Kenya, my family and friends expected me to join the Kenyan police like most of my relatives, but my life would follow rather a different course. Unfortunately, in 2012 my father died of meningitis. It was hard watching him in a hospital transition from a strong man to a mere shadow of what he once was. The most prominent memory I have is when one night, the hospital machine began beeping louder and louder as my father laid comatose in his bed. I knew something was wrong and rushed to the nurse station, but no one was there. I looked around in the hallway, but my search was in vain. When I went back to my father’s bed, it was already too late. He was gone. I was deeply affected by his passing and felt like I was now the surviving father of my family and had to soldier on to comfort my siblings. Desperate, I turned to God for answers. I needed to know of God’s love and my spirituality became a guiding force that brought peace and happiness in my life. I became a youth pastor and a Sunday school teacher for a local church in Kenya, a role in which I acquired leadership skills and a gained a better understanding of the western medicine. Due to those tough times and other instances of medical neglect in my village, I generated a deep desire to help my fellow villagers thence began my life-long pursuit to become a physician.
As a very small child I don’t remember too much, but the things that I do remember were seen through a child’s eyes that has made me the person that I am today and I will always have those memory’s with me until my last breath on this earth. In this essay I intend to show how my childhood and adult life to this point has influenced my life, my journey. By utilizing the adult development theories from this class I also intend on showing how they relate to my Life experiences and where I am today as an Adult student.
This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.