Personal Narrative: Lesslie

A quick aside with my own personally experiences as the youngest of three brothers. Often my siblings have set the curve for what is acceptable and not – weather that be academics or that be sports. In my own competitive nature, I have sought to surpass my brothers, with me being the first of the three to go to

As the youngest of four siblings, it has put more pressure on me to do greater than them. My siblings were alike in the sense that they all had a dream of attending and graduating college, however was not the case in the long run. What they all had in common was that they encountered obstacles that led them further from what they knew was success. Within my four siblings, I have three brother and one sister. All of my brothers have attended college, however later dropped out due to self-doubt and finances. As for my sister, she decided to enroll in the army with the mentality that college was not worth the money.

The difficult decision I have ever made was either administrating into Moreau or either continuing with my local high. With that heartbreaking dissection, I have made a choice, that I would administrate for Moreau. Also, because my uncle always desired the best for me. I have also acquired that trying your best and applying your best, can draw you into more situations than ever before. Precisely like me when I was required to proceed to Washington, but then I made a decision that I should attend into Moreau.

One morning i woke up out of nowhere. Was it something bothering me? I don't know. Well by the way my name is Lisney Morenara and this is my life. I am a teenager and am 14 years old. Im doing very good right now. I've lived in the same nice cozy home since I've been a little girl with my quiet Mom, funny Dad, and two brothers. One being older than me and the other younger, I am the middle child. My older brother and I don't really get along, but my mom say's he's all I have till my little brother gets old. So I mean, I guess I love him... Whatever. Back to my story. I go down stairs and my Mom is cooking breakfast, my Dad getting ready to go to work. My older brother is... where who knows where, and my little brother is watching

I know , okay I fucked up severely and I feel so guilty and regret it to a point I can't explain to you, if I could go back, I would. I can't go back though and I can't undo what I did and I'm going to have to learn to live with that. That person I was that night was me, but at the same time it wasn't. And that probably doesn't make any sense but it's not like me what so ever to do something like I did and I'm so unbelievably sorry and I know that those words probably mean absolutely nothing but I don't know what else to say. I know you dropped a lot of people and probably turned down a lot of people and I know that wasn't easy. And I know I promised you, and I probably lost all of your trust. And if you don't want to do this anymore I understand

Growing up being the youngest sibling was already rough; growing up with two older brothers was much more exhausting. I am not saying that it was the worst thing imaginable, but needless to say, it was not the easiest thing. I was born in Mexico and moved to America when I was only around two years old. I moved here with my Mother, Father, and two older brothers. We had moved here because my parents wanted us to have a better future and a better education. I was a shy and introverted kid and am still very introverted. Throughout the years I have tried to become more outspoken and confident. I am a hard worker and I love learning new things. I hope that in the future I learn everything that I can about what I am passionate

For years, my sister and I would compete to be the better daughter and vie for the attention of our parents. Her being two years older always gave her an advantage and the ability to experience all of life’s challenges first. This made me mature at a rapid pace and separate from my peers. My first five years of life was a race, but the race was immediately halted after our parents’ divorce. I looked up to my sister greatly before the divorce but, this only intensified greatly after it.

My family and I strode along the dirt roads of a miniscule island known as Roatan, just off of the Caribbean Sea, with the gravel and filth crunching beneath of our feet. We could feel the scorching hot sun stretching down on our shoulders and faces, mid afternoon on one of the most fascinating islands you’d ever encounter. You could hear the melody of young children, running barefoot all around you, the melody of laughter filling the air. The soft music floating from home to home where the clothes hung up on the line to dry in the warm air. Stray dogs, skeletons - afraid to break their frail bodies as they took each new step.

I have two younger siblings that have grown up their entire life with me. My youngest sibling is Kristen, who is five and is starting kindergarten this year. My oldest sibling is Alex who is thirteen and started the eighth grade this year. Their lives have differed significantly compared to mine. The main reason why mainly everything is a lot easier for both of them since they are younger and they usually receive what they want from their parents and they don’t have to do work for it. When I was their age, I didn’t have it like that due to my parents expected me to make great grades and help around the house to obtain what I want. School in general, has gotten much easier since the time I obliged to go through it and the teachers don’t expect

First of all, being the eldest sister to my seven siblings is never easy. Having so many siblings is like your brain might explode because of the different variations of noise caused by them. Sometimes my parents cannot focus on just one child. This causes others to get jealous and increases the possibilities that one of us might get angry with each other. My life is

I never realized how expensive it is to eat, to drive, and to live in general. Everyone has to pay for housing, for a car, for gas, for college, for utilities, for food, and for so much more. With what some people get paid, I don't know how they can survive. If you make minimum wage and have a kid, how are you supposed to feed your child and yourself? It seems to me that you must go to college in order to survive freely with little worry. Getting a job and a car has made me realize this.

Being the oldest of two, there is always higher expectations of me. I have to clean more without being told to do so, I have keep up with all responsibilities when it comes to my school work with no exceptions, and most of all Its rare that I get any chances because I am supposed to “lead by example”. It was as if all the weight was on my shoulders, I always felt stressed out and that my sister never got punished. she would annoy me for the fun of it, do things that would irk my nerves so I could fight back, misplace or break things and blame it on me; and of course, she got away with it.

Do you know how to deal with your younger sibling? Many people often take years to figure out how to treat their sibling. This is completely true. I know how to treat my sisters to not make them angry, or even when I’m bored annoy them until I get them angry. It is very hard for some people to get along with their siblings, some even stop talking for the rest of their lives. No matter who somebody is, they will have a difficult time figuring out how to treat their siblings. “When you are in your teens—maybe throughout your life—being three years older than your brother often makes you feel he is a boy.” It is just in an older brother’s nature to try and help out their sibling as much as possible. Many arguments come from making siblings

As the oldest child, I felt prior to this experience, that I had strong leadership skills. Some of these skills include problem-solving, delegating, motivating, asserting, and being empathetic. I used these skills I had picked up over time, but learned how to be flexible and morph my skills to be effective for young children, which is very different to how you’d treat an adult. My siblings have been young adults for some time now and I had seemed to forget how I once cared for my siblings as young children. Through being a leader with my McClure girls I really worked on my emotional intelligence and communication to reach out to the girls. They better understood me after I had built a rapport with them, used active listening, and really improved my negotiation skills, which they were much better at than myself for sometime. I eventually caught on how to be a positive leader and role model for these girls that were my team.

Growing up in a large family is an amazing, frustrating, hectic, and educational experience. There is so much going on that it feels as if you are on a rollercoaster that rarely slows down. There is so much that you can learn from family members, although you may not notice that that's what is happening majority of the time. The different dynamics within sibling relationships allow you to experience various feelings, rivalries, and growing experiences. In my family, there are a few specific group which I can split my siblings into: the best friend siblings, the competitive siblings, the sibling who looks up to me, and the sibling I rarely see. Each different category of sibling plays a different role in the way I choose to live my life.