Judge I remember it like it was yesterday. People thought just because, I was from Mexico, I wouldn't be able to succeed in life. People laughed at me just because of the way I spoke English.
My Prejudice Experience Throughout your life, has anyone ever done something that had caused you to feel differently about that person? Or have you judged someone because of their actions and continued to believe that all people of the specific group do the same? As much as we hate to admit
Following a predestined path is a simple thing to do. Birds flying south. Fish swimming upstream. One mirroring the other, blindly accepting the norm. This is a collective trait in humans that guides us to take the "normal" path in life; however, there is no one "normal" that suits everyone. We grow and flourish in a plethora of divergent environments with different and distinct experiences. If we all tried to follow the "normal" path, it would be toxic. That is why I challenge the idea of the norm.
So far I have planned out what I wanted to do in my head and tried to accomplish my vision using gimp. Iv explored filters and colour to create images that are pleasing to the eye. I've tried to refine the things i have had trouble with in the past to improve my skills. Iv challenged myself by using different tools than i normally would. The first Photo mini I tried to create was a composition of different eyes I thought it would be interesting to attempt a gif to create a blinking effect. In my opinion the photo mini would look better with more than the few eyes I used but I found it difficult to find eyes that looked like they were opening online so I got a classmate to let me take there photo to achieve the eyes I wasn't able to find
It was on November 8,2011, we were at my aunt's house.We stayed the night with her and my cousin Candice and her husband Reko.That night we all stayed in her room,Candice and Reko slept in the bed together .At the time she was pregnant.So my brother and sister and two cousins slept on the floor in her room. My sister Zsaria and my Cousin Ashley,and I was fixing the floor for that we can get ready for bed. After that we all went in Candice room and got in the bed.That next day,she woke up and got in the shower,we were about to get dressed for church.Candice said “Zoe go to get mama”I said “okay”.So I went and got my aunt.My aunt said “What’s wrong Candice”?She said “Mama my water broke”!Candice Said “Zoe go get Reko.So I went and got Reko,After that we all hurried up and got dressed so that they can go to the hospital.I went and woke up the others so that we can to my house.As we're getting ready,I said “Candice what are you going to name the
At a young age I was thought by my parents to ignore people who constantly make fun of me. Back to my younger days, I was always teased by my classmates and continually get called “China.” People were stereotyping and I was being labeled down because I was Asian. Students used to think I was very smart, some were even making fun of me because of my accent and how I speak. Last but not least was all Asians were considered “Chinese”
After reading, I thought about the mental health continuum and how fear, the root of anxiety, was such a universal part of the human experience. While creating the piece I thought about how anxiety blurs out reality, trapping the individual in a swirl of fearfulness and intense worries. It is not considered pathological to be a “worry wart” or a “scardey-cat.” The problem is not the presence of fear, instead it is the overwhelming, debilitating, and persistence of those fears and worries.
All or Nothing Pulling into the parking lot was a lot more nerve racking than I thought. I could feel my body shaking from head to toe; trying to remind myself to take deep breaths. This was the first time I wasn’t playing in the game, and I had anxiety just
“Sometimes the best way to appreciate something is to be without it for awhile.” This quote speaks a lot to me, showing me that we take many things for granted and that we should always be thankful for who or what we have. My family and I have experienced many trying times together. Either we had an argument, heart-wrenching news, or death occur, we have always stuck through it together. But there was one event that tried our faith, courage, and taught us to appreciate the little things in life.
The main limitation of this capstone is that it is inclusively focused only on my own personal story, experiences and feelings only. Yet, after reviewing the studies done on families with similar conditions, there are many similarities between my experience, and the experience of other families. Though, my unique personal story
When I was 7 I was visiting my grandparents house in La Grande Oregon. After dinner I overheard my parents speaking to my grandpa. My mother had asked my grandpa if he would like to take me up to our cabin the next day or whenever he could that week because that was how long we were going to be there. He excitedly replied with a yes and said he could do it the next day. After a little bit they came and told me, not knowing I was eavesdropping. I said it sounded good to me and i was really excited for it.
It all began when my mother said, "We're going to California to celebrate your 14th birthday Beck!", I said , "Where are we going that is in California?" and my mothers response was, "We're going up to the cabin in Big Bear, doing some fun stuff while were out there, and going to Disneyland and California Adventure". We went to California in November of 2014, I go to Disneyland in Anaheim, CA usually every year for my birthday because it is a tradition we love to do, it makes my mother and I happy because she works very hard to save up money just to make my birthday special. But this time it is a little different because a new member joined the trip, which is my boyfriend, Kevin, who I am with to this day, and it makes my birthday trip that
As I typed back my response it hit me. This is writing, and I was writing to communicate.
For my entire life, I have had my feelings questioned, mocked, and dictated to me by the ones who were supposed to love me the most. The message I've received is that my feelings are wrong, invalid, merely a tool of manipulation, and/or I am not entitled to them at all. Furthermore, others are more entitled to their opinions about my feelings and why I am experiencing them. I now know that is not true, and I am working to repair the damage it has caused, as it has affected every aspect of my life.
Newspapers and the media constantly refer to my age group as terrible teenagers, the worst generation yet, and unfortunately that’s the category that I am being slotted into. I, however, would happily remove myself from the division I am automatically positioned in, as I would rather not to be known as a moody teenager, when technically in the eyes of the law in most countries, I will be one until the start of my twentieth year. Going into 6th year, it is becoming apparent that others around me are starting to respect me as a young adult. The general role models in my life are beginning to