My Reflection Of 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

School is ridden with the requirement to give presentations. My panic begins long before the presentation, worrying preemptively for my turn as the center of attention. I hated it. I cringed as I watched other people who could effortlessly glide in front of the class, talking if everyone were their best friend. I wanted to be like them. So, I decided to do something about it. I would attack the thing I feared most – I would speak and speak and speak until the fear was shattered.

My palms are getting sweaty; I can feel my heart beating faster. I looked at the clock everything seemed to being going slower then usually. I wanted to get this over with, I wanted to finish this chemistry exam and get it done with. This was my exam the final material that was being marked and it was weight thirty percent of my mark. This test can make a huge impact on my overall mark. I studied very hard throughout the week but I still felt like I wasn't prepared. This test seemed almost impossible; it was almost like that one moment when I was young. Two wheels seemed impossible to me back then.

Waking up in an unfamiliar classroom full of strangers sure is an interesting way to start the first week of summer. My eyes peeled open as I looked over at my phone...6:30 am?! In this moment, I felt confused and misplaced. My phone had said it was 6:30 am on Monday, June 21st. In the span in about 5 seconds, I had so many questions for myself. Isn’t it summer? Why am I being woken up right now? I opened my eyes fully and looked around my sleeping space. Hold on a second...where am I?! I peaked around the room, saw air mattresses lining the floor of a school classroom, and saw my best friend sleeping in the mattress next to mine. I finally made the connection. It was my first day working in my Mission Trip group!

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.

Throughout my life I have had many experiences or periods of time where I have encountered many obstacles. From heartache to heartbreak, to being suspended from school, to nearly taking my own life in order to “live”. But I am not here to tell a sob story. After all, I am still here to write it. I am here to tell the world that despite these setbacks, despite my flaws, and despite these hurdles, that I am as strong as I’ve ever been. And I will not let my past hold me back from creating my destiny.

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.

breathe or function at all and would be an empty shell for one cannot operate or function without it.

My first fall quarter at UC Riverside has taught me the most valuable information, opened my perspective on various topics, and has brought me the most difficult encounters.

Every fourth grader looks forward to the adventures of fifth grade. In my elementary school there was a program, GEM, for the students who were ahead of their classmates otherwise known as the gifted students. I am the smartest person in my class, I have been a straight A student all my life. I work beyond hard to be one of the best students, so I know I will automatically pass the test to become a  GEM student.

The worst experience was when I lost my mother died 4 years ago on Friday September 13, 2013 from and asthma attack furthermore it 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 describe 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.

I was 10,000 feet above sea level and all I could hear was thunder. It was so loud that it sounded like multiple explosions in the sky and the echo continued to ring in my ears. Hail the size of quarters pelted me while I was squatting on my toes in lighting position with my 80-pound backpack. Lightning danced around me and eventually struck the ground about 200 yards away.

Throughout the 18 years that I have lived in this world, there have been many valuable lessons that have come along the way with experience. Starting from getting up and ready for school on time to making sure my puppy eats and uses the bathroom. Everything I have learned has come from different situations I have been involved in. However, the most collectible event came when I was just 15 years old. Majority of my friends had been studying for their permit test, while I was at home continuing my “video game career.” Knowing myself really well, I knew that I would put off studying for a silly permit test until the last possible minute as I did everything at the age.

Everybody has a diverse environment in which they grew up in, and it is unique to the individual, never to be replicated. I have experienced this sense of variance first hand. Growing up with a father birthed in Syria and a mother from the coast of Long Beach, California, my childhood was, to say the least, interesting. However, everything that happened from my birth until now, all made me who I am today, someone I am very proud to have become after these seventeen years.

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.