Personal Narrative: Dealing With Adversity

Adversity has always been a close cousin. Being born in a third world country, I had to overcome adversity arriving to America. Once in America I walked with adversity as I faced many cultural and lingual barriers. In my journey with my cousin we shared many priceless moments. One of the moments that stuck to me was my recent trip to Pakistan.

The noun “adversity” is a word that is all too common to me.I was not able to experience the joys of being a carefree child whose only concern was playing on the playground during school, I became fearful of rejection to a degree similar to that of inadequacy.I couldn't find my voice, no matter how hard I tried. In my earlier years I coped with my feelings of self worth in a negative manner. I internalized all of my emotions: anger, sadness, and fear. Instead of expressing my true emotions. In truth I created a facade to those around me. Despite the environment I was in, I remained peaceful and contempt as a result of the emotional and verbal abuse that I endured as a child. In the midst of trying to combat what I felt, I would lash out on

I was born in Chihuahua, Chihuahua, Mexico. Although you may assume that I possess a lot of traits of a stereotypical “Latina” I do not. I wasn't raised in a big family. It was just my parents, my younger brother, and me. I was raised by an engineer and an economist both of whom have always encouraged the idea of creativity, curiosity, and innovation. Traveling is big part of my life, and helped shape me at a very early age. Along with traveling came moving to the United States, which made it hard not to reflect on identity and heritage.

Have you ever got into an argument with your parents? We have come across where we experience a conflict. By submitting this assignment I acknowledge that this work is completely my own. My dad, boyfriend, and myself came upon a conflict on a typical day. By the end of this, you'll be able to know the background, theoretical groundings, analysis, recommendations, and reflections.

The fights. The words. The looks. I can't handle it. I just want to hide from the all of the people who seem to just want to fight with me. I lay in bed and read blocking out everything going on. My mom will yell at me to get out of my room. She doesn't listen when I try and tell her why I hide in my room. I do not want it to get worse. I am told to smile and act happy and sometimes I will just do it because I don't want to fight, but other times I will put up a fight. I know that I will never be like other people my age. Adults talk to me once and say I am the most mature person my age that they have ever met.

Lessons can be learned from unexpected sources. One morning my sister Kenadee and I were playing with toys. We had buttered toast that morning; it was as tasty as ice cream. Kenadee was being really silly and put her buttered toast in our VCR player! I thought I could get the toast out of the VCR player with no problem.

I have been in communication with your office over the past few weeks; via phone conversations with Mrs. Butler; who I would like to thank very kindly for always lending a kind ear to hear my words. I spoke to her on yesterday, asking if it was still possible for me to transfer positions within the school system. I posted for a position: Coordinator, CTE Academy; Renaissance @OHS, on Thursday, July 30. I was not certain if I was still able to post for a job; at this late a date. I very candidly expressed to Mrs. Butler my trepidations about returning to Mint Hill. I told her my trust had been broken. I no longer felt as a valued CMS employee, but simply a disposable commodity. I told her I hurt. Yes, my principal contacted me and left

In my three years of being here I’ve learned so much. Managing time is key. In the beginning I was pretty good at it but as I got better I’ve learned how to better my time. Really in my opinion you can’t teach someone maybe to some extent you can but not really. It has to do with experience with time management you need to fail once or twice before understanding the importance and how much it really does help. In life I’ve always had an easy time with managing my time so this wasn’t much of an issue with me. My career goals have been magnified since being here, realizing that what I want to do in life might actually be my reality. In this day and age not many people can say that. Through the Ferris classes I took here I was able to save fifteen thousand

"Louis McClymont, the nurse will see you know."As I took the dreaded walk to treatment room B, my fear of needles began to take over, the only time I ever had a jag before was when I was a baby, and that was too long ago to remember. I took a seat on the administering table; the nurse could see my body was shaking with fear. She tried to distract me from the enormous needle that was heading my way. "You're having a jag for yellow fever, where are you going?"

1.Well I don't really know where to begin with of what I want you to know about me I am currently 17 and I turn 18 in four months which is pretty scary/exciting to be honest. Im like at this point in life where suddenly everything is changing and there is really nothing I can do about it but play along. As for future plans I would like to move to New York city after I graduate and meet new people explore and actually experience real life and be on my own which right now doesn't sound to bad and I feel like I’m ready for “the real world” I mean I have been to over 15 different schools since the 4th grade and I know how people can be and how you just have to be in a way sort of selfish for yourself with your academic life anyways because these

Summer: the season of ice cream, beaches, air-conditioned cinemas, and 30 lb cardboard boxes full of clothes and books. By the fourth quarter of my sophomore year, I could envision the rest of my high school life unfold as if flipping through a scrapbook brimming with photographs and jotted captions. A rising upperclassmen, I had full conviction that by 2018, I would play varsity doubles tennis, attend Naugy Prom, and graduate alongside the 250 people I had known since middle school, some even from kindergarten. Naugatuck, CT had been my home for all 16 years of my life—and despite hopping from apartment to house when I was 5, I couldn’t fathom changing towns, much less before I departed for college.

“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry’s room.” — these are the words that framed my childhood. Unlike other children, who were raised to spend time playing outside, I was raised alongside a young British wizard with a scar on his forehead and a penchant for finding trouble. Of course, the adventures of Harry Potter are not actually fact; however, to a boy gleefully resting on his mother’s lap their authenticity was never in question. I can still remember so many things about the way that she would read to me on those lazy Sunday afternoons. Entranced by her soft voice rising and falling as each syllable passed over her lips, I sat and dreamed for endless hours.

There is not a single person on this planet that has not been faced with adversity. When things do not go our way or we are let down, some completely shut down and give up. Others take the misfortune and learn from it, enabling themselves to rise above previous failures. Without adversity, people would never feel the phenomenal feeling of triumph. The world would be careless if everything went every one’s way. We, ourselves, are not human without adversity.

Deanna Clingan-Fischer gave a lot of good advice on how to deal with conflict. Throughout this week I tried to apply what she said to my own experiences. One of her tips was to stop always trying to be right and as stubborn as I am, I knew I had to take this one to heart. Even about simple or unimportant things, there have been countless times where I will be halfway through an argument with someone when I realize that I am in the wrong yet I continue to argue because I hate admitting I am wrong. One example is this week my roommate and I were discussing pop music we listened to growing up, specifically boy bands. I am not even entirely sure why, to be honest. The conversation of a timeless song came into play and we disagreed whether or not

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