Personal Narrative Analysis

As displayed in these stories, there is not always a mutual agreement within the family about several situations. Even I have faced conflict within my family, while I was growing up a time or two. Whether the issue involved something that you felt wasn’t fair or it was simply because you were told to do something in which you did not want to abide; the fact remains in every culture, family, life, or relationship, there will come a time where a conflict will arise.

With the example provided above, I got a glimpse as to how issues are handled in the household. Elina seems to talk about the issues in a way that overwhelms Carolyn. Carolyn on the other hand, seems to bottle up all her emotions and explodes into what could become verbally aggressive. Carolyn also seems to have been raised with different values than Elina. This combined with the difference in communication styles could make for a fiery argument. Finally, there seems to be an age difference between Carolyn and Elena that might be a contributing factor to the dynamic that is taking place. Often, a difference in communication styles and parenting could be a reflection of the generation a person is born

For the first time, I countered my father’s views with a lengthy rebuttal that started with “That’s false!….”, and thoroughly addressed every contention. My sudden outburst led to a full fledged debate that was cut short by my mother. I was prompted by the unwillingness to be indoctrinated. We were coming back from a party, where my father was imposing his views upon others. Judging from the facial expressions and lack of input, nobody wanted to hear it.

We tend to not get along when politics is brought up. We do not mix well. Everyone in my family believes that their way is the right way. Growing up with these big personalities has taught me to be very passionate about my beliefs. My dad is the most passionate man I know. He is a die-heart democrat. He will due his best to make sure his opinion is known and he tends to force his beliefs on to people in hope to persuade them to come to his side. My sister on the other hand is a carbon copy of my dad and therefore even though they have the same beliefs their personalities get in the way. A typical political conversation between my sister and my dad consists of them arguing until someone gives up out of frustration. I truly believe that I am a perfect mix of both of my parents. I have my dad’s passion when I truly believe something, however I am much like my mom in a sense that we both tend to start off as listeners and avoid confrontation. However if I feel as though someone is being treated unjust or a certain group is being targeted I will make a take a stand and make my voice heard. As my family branches out we find the republicans and an independent. I believe the reason my dad has been so passionate about the last election is for two reasons; one because he wants my sister, his new granddaughter and I to be able to look up to a women president and think that we can do anything we set our minds too and second is my dad works for a company that makes the microchips that go into satellites and missiles and he feels as though with trump being our new president that innocent people will be killed and he has been apart of it. My family has shaped my views, however I have branched out and become my own

My dad once criticized me at work for not listening to his criticisms. I had been working with a drill and I had been screwing screws into the wrong areas and they were useless screws because they weren’t hitting studs. Dad got mad at me because this was something he had pointed out to me a while ago and I was doing it again. Then I got mad because I don’t usually mess up and I thought dad should take that into account. I fixed the problem and began doing it correctly but I had a terrible attitude the entire time and I am not proud of that. Recently, after being put in charge of my younger brother, I had to criticize him for doing the exact same thing I had done and he reacted the exact same way I did and then I began to see it from dad’s point

It had all started when my sister Alexis was 12 years old and she was growing into our Contreras attitude. My mother had definitely knew this attitude because she herself has the same one even though she isn’t really a Contreras. Well this day my sister was being an absolute brat and in all places at Wal-mart the

This past week it has been very interesting to learn about the various defense mechanisms that protect us against anxiety. While I was previously familiar with some of these ego-protecting behaviors, I was unaware of their purpose. These mechanisms distort reality in order to disguise the id’s socially unacceptable desires.

People everywhere have this theory that the bad guys are easy to spot. Antagonists are typically ugly, insane, and powerful, among other qualities. They are also most commonly male and, most importantly, they know what they are doing. I'm here to tell you that this isn't always true. Kids believe from a young age that bullies from school are 'bad', and that parents and friends are 'good'. But growing up has led me to realize something: most of the time, parents are not the heroes we make them out to be. They can, in fact, be the direct cause of playground bullies. And friends can come and go like dandelion seeds in the wind.

Having little to no communication result into suffering between the family and could drastically make others insecure and without security. “Fences make clear boundaries,” ( ) which are compelling for teenagers to be more detailed to their parents about what they would like and need from them, and how violating such necessities could affect a parent-child or an adult relationship. There are various things to consider besides communication and boundaries. To exemplify, passages and offenses, passages being simple minor transgressions or offenses causing distances and doubts if they become a part of ones' life. Adults and their elders don’t exactly know where to draw the line. Not out of disrespect, but out of skepticism. Any forms of disrespect are most definitely lead to not wanting to build that relationship again. Communicating through language is more respectable to use through everyone

As senior year slowly approached during my last summer as a kid, I pictured it would be a breeze. I imagined my schedule to be filled with electives and minimal academic classes. When I got to orientation a week before school, my schedule was just that, filled with electives. I must say I was pretty excited.

Listening to my parents bicker with each other was tough. I thought you weren’t supposed to argue in front of children, or at least where they could still hear you. I learned that being heard is one of the most amazing feelings in the world. Just to feel loved enough to take the time of an individual, without feeling guilty. Honestly I don’t care what we are talking about, but talking and listening are crucial parts in building a sturdy relationship. I felt like I did a lot of listening, I listened to my parents argue, I listened to my

This situation reflects in my family as well, especially between my mother and me. On almost everything, my mother and I take polar ideas on the issue. On the issue of God, I am an Atheist but my mother is a devout catholic on a quest to convert her son back to Catholicism. On social issues like marijuana, my mother wants it illegal so it doesn’t ruin the lives of American children, but I want it legal and for her to take it and relax a bit with her outrageous assumptions. In the arena of politics, my mom is a good ol’ conservative who believes the Government has no right in her business, even though she believes government should tell women what to do with their fetuses. I on the other hand, am a progressive skeptical liberal who believes we as a nation need to wake up an realize that we need people checking on us to make sure we are fact checked and assured that we have equal opportunity to improve our lives. Another example of the generation battles happening in A Raisin in the Sun is when Beneatha takes guitar lessons as a form of “expressing herself” This confuses Mama to the point where she laughs at her daughter’s strange idea of having a guitar express who she is. My mother often times finds it strange that I stay in my room and don’t come out

A few years later, both my sister and niece moved out of our house, and my exposure to conflict mainly entailed arguments between my parents whenever dad came to visit me (by then my parents were separated). In

I have been raised by what most people would consider to be old school parents, and that being said, that is exactly what they have been to me is parents. They have never been “friends” of mine like some parents are to their kids this day in age. Being raised by strict parents who praise good behavior and punish for bad behavior has directly impacted my life. When I would get in trouble growing up, my dad would whoop me and take things away, and after that happening a couple times I learned not to misbehave. Through those years, I learned the importance of self discipline at a very young age because my parents started giving me privileges I did not want to lose. In the time we are in where parents are being gentle with punishment I feel like I have an advantage over other people my age and even some older because I have learned to have respect not only for others, but also

Arguments were usually my aunt’s stronghold, whenever she confronts an opponent she could argue them to shame. There isn’t an argument that she couldn’t win or derail not until she met my father who was equally matched and just as determine to prove a point. I vaguely remember at the age of five when she and her family use to visit us back in New York. Almost every day my father and aunt had some kind of argument. Sometimes it 's over pointless little things, the color of the neighbors’ car or some silly book they had read. Most of time my cousin Derek and I would revert to my room to play cowboys and Indians just to avoid the pointless arguments that often sound like, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Sometimes the bickering gets so loud that Derek often times seek refuge in my toy trunk, but always end up getting stuck inside, crying his eyes out to be freed. This usually breaks up the arguments both my parents and his running to his rescue. My uncle Gorge and my mother usually ignore the two until it becomes a boxing match then they inadvertently become referees. I 'm not sure what this one particular argument many years ago between my aunt and father was about, but whatever it was left a bitter, and a vengeful taste in my aunt 's mouth ever since. My aunt and her family never return after this one particular confrontation my father never utter my aunts’ name ever again. I could never understand why my aunt could distance herself from her only sister and nice for years