The social norm I broke is making too much eye contact, or staring excessively, at my teachers. While sitting in class, I stared at my teachers more than I stared at my paper or looked around the classroom. It is usually normal for students to stare down at their desks and not look at the teacher a lot.
As a kid I was always fond of donating clothes, or helping out at my local food bank, because reaching out made me feel good and put a smile upon the ones I was giving a helping hand to and myself. Growing up, my parents have instilled within me to always give aid to those who are in hardship, because if we are fortunate enough to have everything we have ever needed, then why can’t others have the same. My drive for assisting others expanded when I joined the Interact club. I have been in Interact Club for two years, and now I am treasurer of this group which gives back to the community and other communities as well. In the Interact Club, we have donated countless of items, ranging from food to clothes to books and much more. Through the Interact
I grew up as one of the hardest things to commit to, black and alternative. My meaning of alternative is being interested in goth fashion and heavy metal music. From what I was told, being black is listening to hip-hop and dressing like everyone else around them or what is the social norm. Clearly, my definition of alterative is contrasting on what it means to be “black.” I say it's hard to commit because coming from a closed black family, I felt pressed to let go of what I felt about myself just to make them happy. Questions like, ‘’Why are you trying so hard to be different?’’ or ‘’Who told you that was okay?’’ Still replay in my head whenever I decide to wear something that I would feel most comfortable in. Not long ago, I got into an arguement
My current job is an ABA therapist for the school district. Last week, one of the children on my case load was having a lot of behavior issues in the classroom. In order to help shape his behaviors, a collaboration took place. The classroom teacher, the lead therapist, the autism specialist, another line therapist and myself brainstormed possible strategies to put in place. We all had to observe the behaviors and try to determine the antecedent. From there, we sat down as a team to decide what behaviors we wanted to target first and what strategies we would use. We have all begun to put the strategies into place and we are seeing significant improvement in some of the behaviors. We have all taken turns in dealing
They called me an apple. Since I was supposedly red on the outside, but white on the inside, I was automatically a walking bullseye. Being one of the many oppressed Aboriginals, I understand their need to hurt someone else in an effort to release some of their internal pain. I understand why so many give up or turn into raging alcoholics in an effort to numb their pain. Coming from a reservation, my greatest challenge was proving to everyone that all the stereotypes about my people were fallacious. However, the need for a government and an education system that won’t keep on failing us repeatedly is imperative. The only way that I can make my voice heard is to break these stereotypes and to reach a higher education; hence my application for
Today I wrote this letter to introduce myself to you for the purpose of improving our collaboration during this semester. As a first son and a fifth child in the family, I’ve received many loves from my parents and my four older sisters. My family migrated from Vietnam to the United States five years ago and carried our new hopes and dreams to this place. I was having a tough time in maintaining my native language and learning English at the same time. I don’t have any interest in reading books because I‘ve never really enjoy any book that I’ve read in the past, or just because I haven’t read as much book as i thought I did. My goal for this year is to past every classes with an A. The reason is I don’t want to lose my financial aid, and
Is usual to hear people associating common behaviors from a cultural background to how they expect an individual to act and react to certain situations. So I was really curious to see the results of the self-assessment comparing me to my cultural profile. I was born in Venezuela, and I lived there for most of my life, for that reason I wasn’t really surprised when my answers were almost the same to my cultural norm. The dimensions that I’m most similar to are in leading, trusting, disagreeing, evaluating, and persuading. In “leading”, the scale measures between egalitarian and hierarchical, and my cultural norm and individual answer is more hierarchical than egalitarian. Also, in “trusting” Venezuelans (including me) are definitely a relationship based society, where trust is built by affective connection, for example is very common that most of the business partnerships in Venezuela are made between friends and family rather than with individuals with
This day was busy, but I was able to help out more by checking patients in and checking them out this time around. Felt a lot more comfortable with the system and interacting with the clients and their pets. This was my last day working in the front, I enjoyed working with Leonore and the rest of the staff in the front but, I am very excited to work in the back to get hands on experience working with the technician’s and the doctor’s.
Last week I had the opportunity to speak with a girl who I worked with a couple times last summer. She is from Tajikistan, which is located in Central Asia. She is identified as Persian and speaks Russian. She left her country and came to the U.S on a work visa five years ago. Her story is very moving and deeply touches my heart.
Where do you see beauty? Is it a baby’s first breath? Is it a song heard in the distance, so faint you cannot make out the words? Maybe it is a single drop of paint on a canvas or hands broken, from punching the wall out of primal frustration to be immediately regretted. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. To me, as a beholder, beauty is everything. It is in everything. Every single thing I have ever seen is beautiful. All I have ever wanted to do was create more beauty. I have painted, sculpted, carved, sketched, drawn, scribbled and sewed. I have made one million and one masterworks and none have ever really made a difference to anyone but me. That is why I feel I should be considered as a recipient of a Woman’s Club Scholarship.
Hi, I was wanting to get in contact with you guys to see about coming to my son's birthday party in June. He will be turning 15. The party will be in Branson MO. I was wondering how much you guys would charge to do that I would love to surpise him. I think this would be a great birthday present from me and his father. I need to know soon so I can start saving up for it. I'm not sure where we will have his party at yet but thought about renting a place for his party we will half to see closer to time but I thought I would get in contact with you guys so I know how much I need to save up. Also it would be awesome if Mathew would sing a few songs. So if you guys come and he is all right with singing we might rent out a small theatre just depends
Failure can present itself in many different flavors. The bitterest for me being when I failed to act. I had a black friend who was maliciously slandered by others in my school. I had no idea of the severity of the situation. While in a Ashland, a small town in a predominantly liberal Massachusetts, it didn't seem likely that racially charged verbal abuse would have ever been a latent threat at my school. He was harassed and accosted so much he transferred schools, but only after this was anything done about it.
It was the last inning, the count was two balls and two strikes with two outs. Our catcher calls a curveball, I move three steps to my right. Alex is in the stretch, he starts his motion towards home, the runner on first breaks for second base. The pitch is delivered and the ball is hit directly up the middle and over the pitcher’s head, coming from shortstop, I break to my left, I am about to catch the ball when I glance at the runner. He was sliding right into me, I caught the ball, jumped up, and threw the ball while in mid-air. It was a perfect throw, right to the first baseman’s chest. That was it, the game was over, we had just beaten the number one team in the country to advance to the world series! We all threw
I have heard this line so many times that I don’t really get offended by it. The first time a guy told me that he loved me for me I was flattered because I considered it to be a compliment. I assumed that most guys choose you because they are attracted to you so I thought that it must be a plus if a guy actually loved you for you. I could see why this line that some guys use can be offensive to some for that fact that he said he loved her for her mind. It says a lot about how he perceives woman as if others aren’t expected to have a mind. My in the day woman were considered domestic accessories and where only expected to obey her husband. Even though times have changed many woman today may not be domestic accessories but they have become accessories
Looking through the eyes of female narrators provides an opportunity to complete the story of a time period one hasn’t experienced and discover women in history. In primary historical accounts, as well as dependable sources such as textbooks, history is often about the men that fought the wars, the men that had ideas, and the men that are remembered. Historical fiction, however, is a medium that provides authors with the chance to tell a story often narrated or focused around the story of a woman or women from a certain time period. This teaches readers about the women and their roles across the ages. Historical fiction tells an important, missing point of view: the stories left untold.