Matthew Saldaña Ms. Malman ENG 200-017 16 September 2014 Mi Madre The burden of motherhood can prove to be far too tough for some women in today’s society. One habitually is informed about a woman who either abandoned her child for adoption to a firehouse or even worse, which could be better, left unmentioned. Some mothers can fill the role of motherhood and beyond. The female who filled this niche in my lifetime was Zulma Enid Saldaña. Not only did she go above and beyond with her role as my mother, but also surpassed expectations as a father in my life as well. The early years were tough on my mother. Pregnancy was more of a burden to her because she received no support from my father. During my delivery, my father was not at the …show more content…
This meant almost any teacher with tenure at Max Abbott held me to a higher standard than other students because I was known as Señora Saldaña’s son. Though, due to my experiences in elementary school and the strict upbringing from my mother I never crumbled under these expectations. I always represented the highest class, academic, and athletic standards throughout the school. Pertaining to the athletic standards, middle school was where I began playing baseball. This sport became the first, but definitely not the last, of my athletic loves. I started playing baseball because of a bet I lost to my mother which I cannot remember to this day. She constantly tried to get me to play baseball as a younger child but I always resented the game then. I wish I had given in to her wisdom because after two years of playing the game I developed into one of the better players of my age. So great in fact, I always moved into an older aged league than I was supposed to because of my talents. I am sincerely appreciative of my mother’s persistence for always bringing my to the game I loved even if it took years to achieve from her. During the high school years I became more evident of the timely and financial obligations my mother endured for me. Being a single mother, with only the salary of a teacher with a father that never paid child support, I always wonder how my mother
In the summer of 2013 I moved in my dad’s house for the summer to learn how to cook. Moving from Cherokee, AL to Florence, AL was a stressful move. My Mother and I agreed it was best I learn from someone that has being in the field for over 15 years. The game plan was to go work with my dad a Dale’s Steakhouse with my dad all summer. I made sure I grab my notebook and plenty of pencils so I can ask him questions.
“My mamma ate bad. My grandma ate bad. Now, the food was good, so good, but you know it’s like soul food, so it’s not that good for you. My mamma had diabetes too. I’m sure grandma did too, but she didn’t go to the doctor ever. She couldn’t afford it. I can though. That’s how I found out I had diabetes. I got it from them, of that I am sure.”
I however, do not have experience with teaching a specific course in an accredited medical technology program, but I do have on the job experience with instructing medical laboratory technician student, second year medical students, and new employees in the field of medical technology.
For a year, I was not important to anyone. My family abandoned me, and I was certain no one valued me anymore. No one came looking for me. I was not that important. The program brainwashed me. It taught me I was a nobody...a nothing. I believed that with all my heart and unfortunately my mind.
For my profile essay, I have decided to write about my mother. My mother’s name is Andrea Butler. I choose to write my profile essay on my mom because although I know about the majority of her life, there is a gap in the timeline where the facts get a little hazy. These were the nine months she was pregnant with me. Ever since I was younger, I had constantly questioned all the obstacles and situations she probably faced. She was in high school when she got pregnant and I can guess that she lost friendships, struggled to graduate, and overcame obstacles to provide for me. I wanted to write this paper because I feel like it would strengthen my relationship with my mom even more than it already is right now.
“Sweetheart, can you pass me the butter off the kitchen counter?” I say to my daughter, who was supposed to be helping me cook. Sorry to say, she decided against it at the last minute.
With no father in the picture, my mother made it her responsibility to raise three children on her own. She taught me from a young age how to become independent and responsible for my own good, I would wake up on my own, make breakfast and pack my own lunch and get ready for the day ahead while my mother would head off to work and try to make a living for us. Eventually it got too difficult for her and she thought it would be best if all three of us moved in with my grandparents to Brazil. She stayed behind to maintain a steady income to supply us with our own needs. We lived away from her for a couple years and it was difficult for all of us to be away from her at a young age but in the end it all workout well. She is a strong independent
Loss: the fact or process of losing something or someone. Loss goes far more than death. One can lose themselves, lose another person, or just plain lose money. Loss is inevitable and I believe losing yourself is something we will all go through at some point in our lives.
I was in second grade and excited to begin the new school year. When I tried to greet two new students, both large boys, they stared at me and burst into sarcastic, menacing laughter, taunting me with the derogatory term “chocolate boy.” As the days went by, other students took up this taunting and then it moved to physical intimidation. I had a clear sense that danger was imminent, and I began to feel a terrible sense of vulnerability. It was at this point that I decided, after my parents’ suggestion, to learn some method of self-defense.
When I was a kid, I often overheard my dad talk about shooting people. He was always very thorough about his plans, explaining who, when, and how he was going to shoot. Honestly, I thought my father was a Government Assassin. I never asked him about it because I’d watched enough Guy Ritchie films to know that if he told me, he’d have to kill me. As I grew older I realized my dad may not have been the Assassin I thought he was. I noticed the black bag I assumed he carried his weapons in actually contained a large camera and a few wires. I realized the countless hours he’d spend on the computer weren’t spent researching his targets. Instead, they were spent cutting hours of footage down to minutes. Above all else, I found myself wanting to do
1. Two year ago, my friend found out he got cancer and could die in a few months. It was a big shock for all of us because we all thought he would be okay after a surgeon cut the normal hyperplasia in his neck a couple months ago. In his birthday, we asked him what he wished. He said that he used to want to be a doctor, but in that time, he just wanted to be a normal person who could go to school in the morning and play games at night. Therefore, my friends and I helped him out. We took turn to tutor for him and sometimes in the weekend we came to his house to play game together. From that moment, I understood him and this life more and more. It wasn’t easy time for him and for me too. We together went through our difficult teenage. He used to be fear to die. I used to hate God and this unfair life because it took my friend away. However, after day by day we spend time together, he help me Ito realize that our lives didn’t count by days we live, but by memory we did together. That was me who waste too much time for myself. Then, when I had no more time with my friend, I tried to blame to God. I was so apology. I didn’t help him, but he helped me to realize the
Pounding your head against an obstacle until your ears hemorrhage due to an seemingly unattainable objective that people prior have failed to accomplish. This is what a community needs: people continually trying to get a common goal accomplished, people who share this characteristic do great things in life. Being determined is what drives people to get things done. Failure to give up when the going gets tough is one trait that describes me. Throughout my life, I have motivated my peers by example. Even when I fail, I show that it’s always possible to get back up.
When I was about 11 years old, my godfather and I went to New York City for two weeks and for a child my age it was a grand adventure. He came and picked me up from my house in the middle of the night at around 2 a.m. The drive was not too long because by the time we got to New York it was about 5 a.m. Once we got to the hotel we had to park outside and sleep in the car for a few hours until it was time to check in. Once we checked in we went and planned out whole day to make sure that no time was wasted. For a child my age it was a must that the first thing we had to do was to go to the Super Toys R Us, so that I could go and ride the indoor Ferris wheel.
In my father’s view, the foundation of good selling consisted of three building blocks: knowing that you are the product your customers really need to buy, creating relationships with your customers and letting the sales process flow from that bond, and finding the unique qualities within yourself that you can offer to help your customers. So far, his assignments had effectively opened my eyes to the first two building blocks; now it was time for me to learn about the third.
To understand my personal narrative, you must understand it from the very beginning. In 2003, my grandma was talking to my mom about a job available for her. The reason why my mom was looking for a job was because she separated from my dad and she was looking for a job that paid decent money. The job available was to clean a house and to cook for lady named Mrs. Alba and her husband Lovere. The benefit of the job was my mom and I can live in the house that she was going to clean and it was decently paid. Obviously, my mom took the job offer and when I was 3 years old, I went from living in a apartment in Walnut to a 3-story mansion in Diamond Bar. Mrs. Alba and her husband Lovere were both millionaires. Lovere was an engineer for a big company or the Air Force. I am not really sure but I just knew he had a lot of money. On the other hand, Mrs. Alba came to the United States from Cuba when she was about 17 years old. Once she arrived in the United States, she got a job at a chocolate factory and with the money she received from the job, she took classes to learn english. After Mrs. Alba learned english, she attended a community college and transferred to USC and received her doctorate degree in education. In all honesty, until this day, I have no clue on what she did for a living but just like Lovere, she made a lot of money. As I was getting comfortable living with Mrs. Alba and Lovere, I became very close to Lovere. It is pretty funny because Lovere was not affectionate