Personal Narrative: The Fake Sound Of Progress

This final week of LED 480 class can be best described as a goal setting week. This past week’s main lesson learned was mostly about preparation. This week’s lessons allowed me to conduct an honest self-evaluation and shed light on my current progress, evaluate the things I did wrong, reflect on the things I am doing right, and ways to complete my research paper plan, which all contributed towards my action plan.

Have you ever been so desperate for something that you modify your motive in its entirety? Throughout my life I’ve found myself placed in this frightening situation multiple times; the most confusing of which would be what I’ve endured this year. People in their 20s have it rough. We’re old enough to feel like we’re supposed to know what we’re doing, yet young enough to roll in the tide aimlessly and clueless and it still be acceptable. Then there’s those of us who believe we’ve got it all figured out only to be proven tremendously wrong. I have learned, however, that being tremendously wrong can lead you right where you need to be.

From a young age, I was referred to by numerous as a difficult child. Everywhere I went I would constantly be boisterous and disruptive. Of course, I didn’t act disruptive intentionally, I simply couldn’t help saying everything that came to my mind the minute it came to me. Due to this behavior of mine, I had trouble staying involved in activities, such as sports and scouting. Without these hobbies, I had trouble fitting in with the other kids. What made this even harder was that I moved every two years, which meant I had to make new friends every two years. However, all of this changed when I moved to Huntsville, Alabama.

Today's society has changed so much over time. Growing up as a kid I didn't get to experience some of the activities kids now get to do. Once you think about it the generation we live in today is so advanced it doesn't even compare to how it was ten years ago. In my youth age I spent a lot of time socializing with my family and my siblings. The way I grew up and what I got to experience is what shaped me as a person today.

In 2008, I was given an opportunity to learn about a whole new culture. My family had recently moved from India,and we were new to the American concepts. The Mardi Gras Parade was approaching. My uncle decided that it would be a great idea for our whole family to go see the parade to get settled in America. My family and I were greatly thrilled and accepted the offer without hesitation.

Back, in my high school days I can remember the voice change and I started sound like my brothers, when answering my mom call she wouldn’t know which son she would be talking with if she did see us. However, in my physical development I grow taller about six feet, and my musical developed on my body fast. Yet, the thougths I had as a child had changed, when I became a teenager I cared about friends and relationships with opposite sex

We began with a lie. I told you one more lie, too, before you left. In all honesty, we’ve been living in a world of lies for far too long, so I wanted you to know at least one truth. I’m sorry; I’m going about this the wrong way. Let me start again.

There is pain and there is heartbreak, and on a beautiful summer day in August 2015, I discovered just that. Nothing could have prepared me for the dramatic turn my life was about to take. The life-altering day that my parents decided to separate changed me forever, but broadened my understanding of inner strength and the importance of independence.

It was a scorching June day when I rose around 10 o’clock, like any regular teenager would do. I stumbled down the stairs into the living room where my mom would usually be when I woke up, but she was not there. I called her and she would not pick up the phone and that is when I started to get worried. Finally after about 10 minutes of waiting for my mother to call me back, she did and she told me that my grandma had had a stroke and was in the hospital. I could not believe what I was hearing. I’m not a huge emotional person, but I could feel my voice starting to crack so I quickly hung up the phone.

There something very odd about today. I don’t know whether it’s to do with the heat, my bank balance, the future or working tomorrow, but there is something funny about today. It’s as if I should be still in bed or looking at the four walls in the living room waiting for gloom to appear like some genie from a bottle with heaps of bad news. Then I realize that it is Monday and for the past 5 weeks I have been working on a Monday and since that I ‘m not working today, that’s probably why today seems strange, empty and clammy.

Here comes high school’s senior year. All the stress accompanying deadlines, standardized tests, and deciding my future, has arrived. After being able to maintain efficient grades throughout my high school career, I am faced with my greatest obstacle yet. I must choose my next destination from thousands of colleges. First, I ought to narrow my options. Knowing, although not completely confident, that I will major in computer engineering, I start to search deeper for colleges that offer this program. Wanting to stay close to home, I cross out colleges based on distance. Believing that my biggest motivation is getting the best education, I delve deeper into my research and start to find top rated colleges. I finally

I have recently gone through a positive paradigm shift about my race. A paradigm is something that you believe is true, and a paradigm shift is when you change that belief on a topic. Both of these can be positive or negative. When I was younger, I was never proud of my Asian background, and usually embraced my Italian side. One reason was probably because there were few Asians around where I lived or at my school. Many students at my elementary school thought traditional Asian food and culture was bizarre, so I agreed with them, although I didn’t on the inside.

What stops me from putting my views out there or trying to make a differences is one i'm young so you will always have people who are much older say she or he is too young to know what they're talking about. Or that I don't have enough schooling about politics in order to know what saying or to know what i'm trying to debate about for example would you lesson to the person who's had more experiences in learning in general or to a high school whose only taking civics for one semester . if i were to wait a few years later and made the effort to study more about politics ,law or economics and i was compared to the same person again i would have a much greater chance of being lesson to about my views ,and ideas to help out and get my ideas out

Mom and I packed up our things and headed to our shiny white 1964 Ford Mustang car. Just the thought of the car, remembering when my dad first picked it out got me more excited. Mom and I are headed to the airport almost two hours away to pick him up because he just went over to Vietnam almost eight months ago. Thoughts raced in my head. I did not know how I would talk to him since I have not seen him in so long! Should I tell him about my new best friend, my great grades in school or the fact that my second-grade teacher even recommended that I skip third grade? There was so many feelings that rushed in my head on that car ride to the airport. Little did I know that everything would soon change.

Technology is mesmerizing; therefore, I have always thought about it to be so. I admire the massive development that was made by inventors during the last decade; therefore, in college, I specialized in mechanical engineer. After graduating and getting a master degree I was ready tomake a change in the world ,but every company I attempt to get work at refuse to hire me since I am too young to be working as a technician. Although my hopes of working as a technician were banished, I didn’t give up my dream of making a change in the world. I worked a half time job at a pizza restaurant to keep a roof above my head and in my free time I would spend hours and hours researching , studying and expirementing. With the passage of a lot of time, my once