Personal Narrative: My Interview With An Adult

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

There once was a story told of a girl who was so call it the “Perfect Debater.” She was fierce, confident, knowledgeable, and she understood how to get people to listen. But in life, no one is actually that perfect. Her only downfall was that she was ruthless and she defended her territory at all cost, her opponent never got to mumble a single word. As I learned in the leadership program, we call this person “The Competing One.” These are the individuals who only pursue their own concerns at their opponent expense, using whatever power seemed appropriate. Well then there’s me, I fall in with the competing ones, the one who is said to be self-absorbed and sometimes ruthless.

Overall, I am a work in progress that continues to enhance in my basic and advanced skills day by day. I believed I am getting better and I will continue to practice until I am a master piece. Honestly, I feel comfortable entering the counseling field after learning many techniques and tools that will help me grow as a counselor.

My initial perceptions about the students of St. Angela were very stereotypical. Honestly, I expected those students to come from single parent backgrounds and come from a low income household. I expected to deal with students who live life in a survival type of manner. What I mean by survival type of manner is for one to be on defense seeing the type of the children are from the Austin area. Walking in to St. Angela I expected to deal with kids that didn’t listen and know respect for authority. I expected this due to my upbringing in the same neighborhood.

The family being interviewed are in a two-parent household. Included, is the mother, C.A.P. age 36, the father, N.I.P. age 40, and the son, C.L.P. age 7. C.A.P. got married to N.I.P. nine years ago. Shortly after, C.A.P. became pregnant with C.L.P.. Previous to moving to Northern Minnesota, they lived in Mid-Western Minnesota. When living there, N.I.P. worked two hours away while his wife, C.A.P. worked in their hometown. Eventually, the couple decided to move north because N.I.P. got a job offer. Now his commute is less than fifteen minutes from home. C.A.P. majored in business management with a focus in travel, tourism, and hotel management. She now is a loan distributor at a bank in Northern Minnesota. N.I.P. majored in machine technology

Every since I was little, my grandma would lecture me about how education and work can payoff in the future. Right there my life goals begin to form and I wanted to be a person my family could be proud of. One of those goals were making a lot of money to help my grandparents pay bills for the house. As I start to go deeper into my educational career the goal of becoming an Architect begin to form. My personal life and aspirations are shaped by family, Culture, and Education.

I spoke with Shawn yesterday before I left and was received with some push back from him. I mentioned to him that I had walked by portable grilling and the displays still have not been tied down form yours and mine previous conversation. In return he stated that he didn’t think they needed to be tired down and where was that even mentioned. I told him it was a safety issue that’s why I was mentioning it. He said he didn’t think a little tiny portable grill needed to be. I mentioned then the tall webers and smokers, what about them and asked him if he cared if a customer would get hurt by tipping one of the shelf onto themselves. I also mentioned that I had mentioned this to Bill the LP from Hannibal and he would be checking it also.

As I wrote this essay a lot of memories began to move like a slideshow within my head. Each memory kind of reminded me why I am the person that I am today. Out of all of these years God has truly been preparing me for greater. God loves me for me and I overlooked God plenty of times and I overlooked his word. I learned that I was in some of the predicaments that I was because of myself not because of God. God only wanted to see me grow more in him but I always put him on the backside not trying to truly become a full Christian. I was afraid of the things that might happen because I was already dealing with some harsh times in my life. Time after time I got weaker giving up on God knowing that every single time I messed up

The second person I interviewed was Rosa. Rose just moved into the neighborhood about three months ago. She is 25-year-old and her ethnic background is black. Rose also lives on Richardson avenue. The way she describes where she lives is there is good people, and you have bad people that do not live there. Rosa has just one child, a little girl. I ask her does she see any crime, and she said yes. She said that she is a little bit scared because she wakes up at six to get her daughter ready for school. She goes up the little hill and she see two prostitutes there. I ask her to describe what were the prostitutes wearing she said they had on a bright shirt, with a short skit, and fishnet stockings. She said that it bothers her because her little

My own mother also had to place her career goals of being a successful teacher

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

Here I am, a twenty-seven-year-old. I never dated anyone or even had a real job. Today, I am face to face with a prostitute. Let me just say I am clueless when it comes to anything sexual. And to be clear, I am not attractive. I am full of scars and I am literally skin and bones. I think to myself, “Why I’m I here?”, “Is this what it means to be an adult?”. Well let me tell you a story of my depression incident with loneliness.

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.

I started drawing when I was 16. I was cursing 10th grade, or how is called in my country, Dominican Republic “Segundo de Bachillerato”. It was recess. I was alone in my classroom that day, besides two or three people who were just killing time there, and I didn’t had much to do with my time. I was at the last book of a series of books which names I can’t remember and If I recall correctly the last book was very boring for some reason so I didn’t wanted to read it anymore. So, looking for something to do, I stood from my seat and walked boringly down the aisle of chairs and that was, not my first interaction with art, but the first time I remember i liked art or paid attention to it. Yerkis, a guy of my class: short, chubby and well mannered

My Grandmother passed on a few months back. It wasn't a sudden thing. It was bound to happen. I was remaining in the kitchen with my father when he grabbed the telephone. He glared, flicked his eyes to me, to my mom then back to me. He murmured a few affirmations then said, "That is fine. I'll be there in the blink of an eye, much obliged." He set the telephone down on the table, and just quickly, I think I discovered a temporary look of a grin.