Personal Narrative: How We Become As Adults

I was slowly rolling up the street, sitting in the back of school bus number 741, for what felt like a normal Wednesday afternoon. I looked out the window as we entered my street and I couldn’t believe eyes. Little freshman me had my face pressed up against the bus window, desperately trying to comprehend why there could possibly be so many emergency vehicles in my driveway. The bus came to a stop, I ran to the front, and scrambled down the steps. I got off the bus, stopped, and looked at the 7 house walk I took every day to make it home. This walk I did everyday felt ten times as long and as I got closer and closer my vison started to blur, legs started to crumple, and all

1. The 2nd case study made me reflect on my first head coaching job in football. I was hired by a school in south Texas with the help of a friend I coached with in Oklahoma. He had moved back to his hometown and started teaching and coaching at his high school. He contacted me about the opening and two months later I was hired. I hired him to be one of my assistants and even made sure that he was paid well as a thank you. I was very disappointed with the way he coached that year. I had already make arrangements to move him to a non-coaching position for the next season. I realize I never spoke with him about my expectations or made him aware of how I felt during the season. I identity with Dr. Skinner is some regards. I was caught up in the other aspects of teaching, coaching, and AD duties, I neglected to take care of that issue. I understand that it is OK to hire a trusted colleague or friend but the expectations of them should not be any different of anyone else.

When I was 8 years old my family moved to whidbey island and I had to change schools. The whole social dynamic was different at south whidbey elementary school then it was at the school I had previously attended in seattle. Going from the city school to a rural, much smaller school was a hard change for me. I did not know where and how to fit in; when before at my old school I was outgoing and had many friends. Here I began to withdraw into my own world and had difficulty making friends.

What makes up our identity?This question has been asked for a really long time that some have attempted to answer but often look at the wrong things that make up our identity.Some people have thought that what makes up our identity are the different important times in our life.Though what really makes up our identity are the 7 categories of otherness.The 7 categories of otherness are race, sexual orientation, age, religion, able- bodied, gender and finally socio-economic.

I consider an adult to be someone that is responsible for themselves financially. They pay the bills, do taxes, and work for a paycheck. Adults make the world go around, anything that requires skills or training to do can only be done correctly a trained and experienced adult. They played a crucial part in all the advances in technology in the past millennials. If all of them were suddenly abducted by aliens we would have drastic changes.

The growing up process is all about messing up and learning from your mistakes. I don’t think the amount of mistakes you’ve made determines your character but rather how you learn and grown from them. People tend to learn a whole lot during the teenage years and I certainly did.There were a few situations in particular that I definitely think I learned from.

Throughout childhood we all say “I can’t wait till I’m a grownup” or we’ve been told the excuses of “when you’re older, you can…” Something along those lines has been told to every child, a person under the age of eighteen. I certainly remember the those times. It usually occurred when my parents and I were in our local King Supers and I began begging my mother for the king size recess peanut butter cups. Begging and pleading as though I was going to die if it didn’t get paid for and they each no followed another plea finally ended with her saying “When you’re grown up and have your own money you can buy as many as you want”.

Growing up life was rough. I came from a broken family, where my biological father who was a Colombian native born but here on papers and had trouble finding employment in Miami. He a some point gave up finding employment that was legal, that he then turned to something illegal and later faced 15 years for money laundering. While my father was doing what he believed was everything at that point possible to take care of my then teenage mother, little brother and I, my mother saw it as an opportunity to pawn my brother and I off to whoever would watch us and go out mingling with a man who later became my step father, once Marshall's got hold of my father and sentenced him. When my father left we lost everything including our mother, even though

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?"

I felt like some of you know me one way, others in a different way. Many of you don’t know my full story. So here it is. Growing up I was always bullied and yeah it hurt, but I got through it. I was just taking what life was throwing at me. I had anxiety growing up that led to depression in about the 7th grade. I just tried my best to deal with it. Growing up I always felt out-of-place, always wishing I was older and more independent. Once I got to high school I knew things would change. But never in the way that they did. It was an instant success, well the social part at least. Everyone wanted to know what I was doing and where I was going. And oh let me tell you I’m going places. Things were different in high school I had tons of friends. All my good ones

One experience that I believe has contributed positively to my growth as an individual was being named captain of my football team sophomore year. This was a surprise to me, I was a good football player however I was not the best on the team. My coach selected me because he felt as though I showed strong leadership qualities however I had never formally been named the leader of anything other than while playing follow the leader as a child. I was nervous about it at first because the captain has a lot of decisions to make and everyone counts on him to make the best one.

These days Ive been wondering what makes me an adult? I expected it to come

Angela Felts is my mom of 13 years through all of the blood sweat and tears. She has taught me things that no one else has and given me different opinions and perspectives. Angela is currently my LC and doesn’t work, so I’m with her all day, every day.

My early years were a patchwork of typical suburban activities--school projects, basketball teams, and zany summer camps. I hung out with friends from church who lived generally carefree lives with few heavy responsibilities. Naturally, I fell into the same boat just through my own assimilation into that core group of friends. Recently, my father stepped down as the lead pastor of our church to pursue a different calling as a missionary consultant to churches across the United States. The week after my parents said their final good-byes to the congregation, my brother went off to college in Arizona, followed by the start of my senior year of high school. Everything was happening so quickly at that time, but it wasn’t