Personal Narrative: I Want To Be Paid

I will begin with sharing my background and how I grew up.. First things first I grew up in Palmdale, CA which is about an hour out from LA city. I have grown up as the minority in school for about 12 years which most would think it's horrible, but that has shaped me being a hardened person who does not care about race whatsoever and learned pretty quick what it's like being poor and lower classed.. I personally have always thought bullying was a myth among legends that I only ever heard over movies and television, but once I moved to Northern California I soon came to realize that bullying was a real thing even though I have never been bullied in my life. I

After being bullied a great deal in middle school, I stepped into freshman year of high school with a lack self-esteem and trust in myself. I didn’t believe I could make top ten percent in my class, I didn’t believe I could pass the Pre-AP classes my parents had signed me up for and, I didn’t believe I could make friends. The most amazing thing about this, was that not only did I prove to myself that I could succeed at everything that I had once doubted myself in, but my experience in regaining my self-esteem completely changed my personality and created the person I am today.

I was very shy and awkward during my adolescent years. A cringe-worthy yet endearing moment of reflection of suppressed memories. I was the fourth child out of five, to two immigrant parents. We were a low income family with no budget for vacations or expensive school trips. Socially I was not accepted. I was always the outlier. Subsequently, I was bullied and it impaired my childhood for quite sometime. I felt as if I was sentenced to social death that I just could not replevy before the end of adolescent years. Other students taunted and jeered at me habitually; even with uncontrollable factors. I specifically remember my Haitian heritage being one of the domineering methods of my torture. I recall that being subjected

Growing up, I never lived in a steady household. My biological mother moved us around, had different men coming in and out of our lives, endured physical abuse from my biological father, and threatened to end her life countless of times, leaving my siblings to take the reins, and not only take care of the house, but me and themselves as well. None of us had it easy, but being the youngest, and the only one who lived at home until I was eighteen, I seemed to bear the brunt of it all. At such a young age, I began to become less and less happy, no longer enjoying the finer things in life. Due to my emotions plummeting, not only did my opinion on myself began to change, but apparently so did the opinion of others, resulting in a major shift in appearance. As time passed, I received numerous amounts of negative commentary on the change of both my appearance and personality, which did nothing but enhance the self loathe I had for myself, leading to the

Patti Shannon and her husband started setting aside $200 per month when their youngest child was in kindergarten. They had thought, as many others probably would too, that they would be able to collect a significant amount over the next twelve years. Eventually, the Shannons had put together over $40,000 but all of what they had worked so hard to save up for was gone within their son’s first year at Texas Tech University, of whom was not even their youngest child. The Shannons are anticipating to disburse more than $200,000 to be able to put both of their children through college. Most likely there are many other families just like the Shannons who are going through the same trouble, and you and your family could very well be one of them. If you’re trying to give it all you’ve got but still don’t live up to what the tuition is expecting of you, then what is the point? Especially when the tuition doesn’t cease to increase each

After years of harassment, I concluded that the only way to end this torment was to change myself. I deepened my voice and regulated my actions, concealing the qualities that made me, me. For a while, it worked; the bullying had ceased, and I eventually fit in. However, after eighth grade, after I had finally managed to

I have the opportunity to go get a degree, but of course that comes with a financial burden. I'm not a D1 football player who holds a full ride scholarship. Although I have received some scholarship money to help offset the cost, I am still left paying almost 16,000 out of pocket. We are not talking loans here, we are talking cash out of pocket. That number makes my mom very uncomfortable especially because she is a single parent. She's left being responsible for that debt. She often finds herself worrying about this cost. She wants me to be able to finish college at all costs, but she worries that the price will become a huge burden, and I won't be able to stay at Robert Morris the whole time. I hate that my mom has the weight of the world

My mom is a food service worker and my dad was a christmas tree farmer. Although we never had a lot of money, we made things work. We never went on any vacations and I wasn’t able to play sports because they cost too much, but that was okay because we were together and happy. Now that my dad is no longer here to support us, we have been struggling. The mortgage is always behind, something always seems to be shut off in our house as a result of not being able to pay the bills, and the pantry isn’t as full as it used to be. Financial issues has also been affecting my education. As I’m applying to colleges, I find myself limited in the number of schools I can apply to because not all colleges have fee waivers I can’t afford to pay several fees to apply to as many colleges as I’d would like to. I’ve also had hesitation in going to college just because of the cost of it. My goal in life is to become a doctor, which, normally takes around eight years. Eight years of college is not cheap, and the idea of having to pay thousands of dollars has scared

As a child, I was quiet and withdrawn. I taught myself to read when I was three, and spent most of my time reading instead of playing with other children. I understood very early that I was different from others at school. I didn’t have to pay for lunch, something I found (and to be honest, still find) completely mortifying. My father was almost never home, always trucking all over the country in an effort to keep our family afloat. When other kids talked about their dads in school, I often found myself feeling jealous. I, too, wanted a dad who could teach me how to ride a bike or throw a ball. I also understood that it was impossible for me to have that, because my father worked around the clock to keep my family from going hungry. I realized that in order to achieve the things that I wanted to, i would have to take the initiative and do it myself. I borrowed my sister’s bike (although it was much too tall for me to use comfortably), and I practiced riding it until i knew i was better at it than any other 7 year

Growing up in Michigan, my childhood was anything but serene. I faced adversity at a young age, being bullied and picked on by other kids all my life for being slightly different. I was very skinny kid with lots pimples, jet black hair, and very insecure. Everyone has insecurities that remains dormant their from childhood. My list of insecurities came directly from my childhood dealing with authority figures and people of power such as my father. I always wanted to please others before pleasing myself and gain their approval others. One thing I could not tolerate any type of constructive criticism or feedback from anyone growing up. This clearly effected me once I entered the workforce later on in life. I was described as hyper sensitive and

I haven’t been bullied since but it still left emotional scars considering the only person I told about was my teacher, she fixed it but I still felt a large amount of fear of older kids. That fear has since gone away but I still am affected by it. However, home for me wasn’t all that good either. My mother had bad anger issues and usually snapped at the littlest of things, but when she wasn’t angry she was great. I dealt with it however and tried to maintain a relationship with her even though things are

I was ten years old when middle school first began for me at the Dr. An Wang Middle School in Lowell, Massachusetts, and already, I was excited for a new school year with new people, new teachers, and new friends. Sadly though, I never could have expected what the real turn out for me at that school was, and in truth, it was harsh, and cruel bullying. Mostly, the beginning of the year was fine for me, and everything seemed pretty normal, but as kids became more comfortable in the new school, they also became meaner. One rainy morning in October, a group of eight or nine kids decided to play a game with me, and because I was the shortest, and the chubbiest, they thought it would be funny to lock me outside of the school in the pouring rain. I tried getting in, and banging on the windows, but nothing would ever happen.

Among other things, I would mention that the reasoning behind motivation is why we tend to say we need to make a dollar buy more by stretching it on the basis that we are in fact living from paycheck to pay check and when the money runs out, it is then harder to make a way in order to pay charges and still be capable. I as well, viewed it to be a serious test when it is only you alone and no one else’s opinion and no one is aiding you with paying your monthly bills it is then you require to make the most of each and every dollar. It is at this point people start to realize individuals unquestionably don’t comprehend or understand what others are going through living from check to check and when a person has to sacrifice some things until they have capacity to stand on two feet again to pay for it. I frequently, have found myself thinking about how I am going to pay next month’s bills and when I look on the Brightside I have cash, but still when I don’t have no cash I start to get

Maintaining to be financially stable has been a challenge that has impacted the lives of both my mother and I. Because my mother is not able to pay monthly bills and insurance costs on her own, I am obligated to do my part and pay for my own seperate bills and costs by working every weekend and holidays. I try to set money aside to save up for college, but most of my savings has to be used to help my mother out. This has impacted my life because my work schedule has conflicted with my ability to get studying and homework done. My part in helping out financially has impacted our lives by providing

Throughout sixth grade I wandered the school halls glancing at other students smiling and laughing. All I wanted was a friend to associate with in those times of need. Low self-esteem was a result of me being alone. Many times, I struggle with classwork and homework due to not having the courage to ask questions. My grades were slowly decreasing and what I thought I knew became blank to me. Not having confidence in what I knew affected me.