Personal Narrative: Building My Worldview

I started drawing when I was 16. I was cursing 10th grade, or how is called in my country, Dominican Republic “Segundo de Bachillerato”. It was recess. I was alone in my classroom that day, besides two or three people who were just killing time there, and I didn’t had much to do with my time. I was at the last book of a series of books which names I can’t remember and If I recall correctly the last book was very boring for some reason so I didn’t wanted to read it anymore. So, looking for something to do, I stood from my seat and walked boringly down the aisle of chairs and that was, not my first interaction with art, but the first time I remember i liked art or paid attention to it. Yerkis, a guy of my class: short, chubby and well mannered

Christianity played a significant role in my life up until lower school. I would go to church with my Dad every Sunday morning to help set up, which is how we became close. I fondly remember how he instilled that with a close relationship to God, you could get through anything. I took what he said to heart, said my prayers before bed and meals, and read my bible. I always dreamed of going to Heaven and spending eternity with my family. As the only religion that I had ever known, I thought everyone else also believed in Christianity. I never questioned any of it until elementary school.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

The environment you grow up in and people you find yourself surrounded by as your make your way through the maze of life has a profound impact on a person 's worldviews. I am no exception to this rule, and to illustrate this point I will detail how I was raised, what I believed, and how I came to start examining those beliefs a little closer. This critical examination of my own beliefs has led to change how I think about the world in an enormous way, and has had a massive impact on how I relate to and understand other people.

From the time I was small I learned that God created the heavens and the earth and he created Adam and Eve and put them in the garden and they sinned which made it harder on the future generations. We learned that the world just got

Every paper, no matter how well written needs to be revised and edited as time goes on. In some ways, life is similar. We all go through changes that influence us and shape the direction we are headed. Some of these changes come from our own prerogative while others are inspired by friends and family members. I know that my worldview has gone through this revision process. Even looking back to freshman year I had many of the same ideals, same focuses on values and hard work, but over time they have come to manifest themselves in different ways. For instance, I am much more willing to share my beliefs and opinions on controversial issues. This developed as I came to realize my ideas are worth arguing for and I gained a knowledge of

Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,

Growing up I was always told religion was false and that I was above my friends who were Christians because I believed in science. My mom was raised by Catholics, but when she graduated High School, she vowed to never be religious again. My father enjoyed feeling more elite over the “religious plebeians” that worked for him. I remember having an argument with Victoria Henderson in 3rd grade because I believed in The Big Bang and she was a creationist. Everyone took Victoria’s side, and I learned it was better to just not talk about religion. In high school, I began reaching out of my comfort zone, and also questioning what my parents had ingrained on me as a person. My first religious experience was dating a boy named Luis who was Catholic, as my mother was raised. He was only allowed to date Catholic girls, so I

I think I always knew that my beliefs were not actually my beliefs, but I always told myself otherwise. I didn’t want to be the lone person in the family who didn’t believe in God. I was afraid of being looked down upon, since everyone I knew followed these stories and loved to do so.

Just so you know, this is the Big Apple and I rule this town. New York City is filled with tall buildings, great culture, and historical sites. No other city has so much beauty that it takes your breath away; yet, there is a real danger that lurks on the streets. I should know because I am Detective Michael Morgan a United States Super Spy in charge of capturing dastardly villains who are set on destroying our world. Armed with mind-altering powers, Alex Higgins is on the top of the FBI’s list of the ten most wanted men in America. This thug is one of the greatest danger to our world and must be captured and jailed in the vault of death. There is no place safe for him to hide from the law and rumor has it, he is in my town. You break the law here in New York City, you pay the ultimate price: freedom.

Of all the classes I have taken in college, this one is the most out of my comfort zone. I went to a public school in high school and we never talked about religion in a formal setting. The only time I have had an education in religion was when I had to go to classes once a week for church, up until I was confirmed. Although, the class I had to take only focused on Catholicism and didn’t touch on any other religions. My mom was a religious study major in college, so I was raised with the belief that all religions are important and you should try to have an understanding of all of them. Even those I find this to be true, so far in my life I have failed at getting to understand other religions.

I grew up in a somewhat Christian home. God was mentioned and I knew about God from a young age due to the Mother’s day out program I attended at a local church. We typically attended church once or twice a year, never on Christmas or Easter, for fear of being “those people” that only came for holidays. Growing up, I lived with my mother, who is chronically disabled with Multiple Sclerosis, and my grandmother. My parents separated when I was two but I still saw my dad regularly. I was also very close with my aunt, a flight attendant with no kids whose favorite saying was, “No moms, no rules”. I grew up as an only child and the youngest in my family, circumstances that easily made me the center of attention. I took dance lessons and theater classes, I began preschool at the most prestigious private elementary school in town. Before beginning school I recall not knowing anyone that did not love me, however I had little thought that God loved me most of all.

Although Native Americans were not considered Christians, they did believe in a supreme creator and taught children their beliefs in being made up of mind, body, and spirit (Dever & Falconer, 2008, p. 3). This has inspired my personal learning philosophy. I believe what a child chooses to have faith in; it will become an important part of their life. This will also provide a solid guideline and foundation as to how the child will live. No matter how young or what faith a child chooses, what they believe will influence everything they learn to do as well as what they choose to

“God is the creator of all things. He formed everything in six days and on the seventh day, he rested” (Genesis 1 KJV). God gave the life of his son, Jesus Christ, so the world could be saved through him. “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life” (John 3:16 KJV). Through religion I have garnered a belief of God and Jesus Christ. Through these beliefs I have developed worldviews and through these worldviews I have learned to structure my life. Charles Kraft defines worldview, “Culture consists of two levels: the surface behavior level and the deep worldview level. At the core of culture and, therefore, at the very heart of all human life, lies the structuring of the basic assumptions, values, and allegiances in terms of which people interpret and behave. These assumptions, values, and allegiances we call worldview.” (Anthropology for Christian

Like any kids, I started to ask the most fundamental question about humanity when I was four. “Where did the first person in the world come from?” “God created us” said my uncle. “Who is God?” I kept going, like a curious toddler. “God is the one who gave us lives.” That was the first time in my life I heard about God. My uncle introduced God into my life, I started to go to church with my mother every Sunday.