Personal Narrative: The Five Conflict-Handling Styles

Separate assessments of my conflict style reveal that I have become primarily attuned with the integrating style of conflict management, which came as no surprise to me, as I found the results of the assessments to be accurate. However, the assessments also showed that I was nearly equal in the compromising style, leading them to be a near tie. I would be the first to admit that his has not always been the case. It has taken a fair amount of life experience and focused effort in order to move away from the predominate style of compromise

I find that my desire to avoid can put off the wrong vibe to those under my care. The last thing I want people to think of me when it comes to conflict is that I attempt to avoid it at all cost. That can be casted in a negative light. The greatest room for improvement for me in this area is using this style more out of habit than using it when necessary. Since I scored high, there is a good chance I am overusing this style. I have to be more intentional in how I deal with conflict. Though I tend to see conflict as a disruption in the flow and the work at hand and in my opinion it causes unnecessary stress so I only attempt to address it when it is unavoidable. This can hurt my leadership position in a lot of cases and I must learn to use it

I was incredibly excited. School was starting tomorrow. The first few days were just icebreakers, learning everyone’s names, blah blah blah. Then the real learning began. Of course, teachers started to write our lessons on the board. I started to notice a few changes in what I was seeing. The words they were writing were just...black lines! I didn’t pay much attention to it, I just asked my friends what the board said. As the year went on, it affected me more and more, especially in math. I saw a 2 as a 6, and and an A as an 8.

We played a soccer game yesterday against Buhler, we beat them 5-1 our first win of the season. Unfortunately I got injured within like 5 minutes of the game, I sprained my ankle and it hurt really bad so I had to go out of the game for a little bit so the coach could wrap my ankle. After about 5 minutes of walking on it I started getting used to the pain. So the coach asked me if I was good to play, so I said yes. I ended up going back in with about 30 minutes left, so when I went back in coach put me as the striker which is the attacking position. Their team wasn’t so good so I ended up running a bunch because I’m fast and can produce chances. I got a couple of chances to score but didn’t get a goal, Juan Castillo got a goal and that basically ended the half. At half

There are many avocations that I would chose from. But, more specifically, I would aspire to be a unique, “at home style” photographer. Being able to capture simple moments in a strange place like Elsewhere seems so interesting to do. Each day I would grab my camera, go outside, stroll around and observe nature. I would be able to go outside and capture moments of people, the warm sky, or anything that I would want to. The thing is, there are no limits to photography

Based upon the various factors which intersect to create one’s identity in society, I would describe myself as a white, cisgender male from a middle class background. Additionally, I would define myself as heterosexual. Furthermore, my parents are married and I am the oldest of four. While my family is not wealthy and vacations are rare, I have never spent a night hungry and neither of my parents has ever been laid off.

According to the self-QUIZ, I primarily manage conflict with collaboration. I checked three under that category. I also checked two under each category of Competition and Avoidance. No checks under categories Accommodation or Reactivity. I feel like the quiz is leaning towards the right direction of how I handle conflict. I do believe I use avoidance and competition just as much or equally with collaboration. It may be my way of a three step process to resolve conflict. Step one; I try to avoid a situation that I know will result in a conflict or is already a present conflict. Step two; for me when a conflict has occurred, I don't necessarily try to convince the other person that I'm right, but do try to convince them that I'm not wrong (which

Your daggers of deception pierce my heart With a cold, sharp blade I begin to feel as if the whole world has turned on me But it’s only you with your harsh games And your eyes as unforgiving as the sea Betrayal combines with overwhelming sadness Causing a feeling that cannot be matched Every rain cloud seems directed with gladness Towards me only and it sparks a match inside

I had zero clues as to what to do with my emotions. I was alone on top of that, I have an older brother, but we were very distant as he is 7 years older, and I clearly could not speak to my mother as she was in deeper than any of us. Once I began to realize how wrong and real my situation was, I was in Canada, with a language that I barely knew, and kids that had nothing in common with me. I was young and isolated. This definitely affected the way I reacted and interpreted the whole situation. I became depressed and anxious due to all that happened and that was out of my control. My perspective and behavior were no longer in my hands or my choice, my brain had a chemical imbalance and people made the decision for me that it defined me, so

One of the scariest things in life is big change. You can't control it a lot of the time, but it happens anyway whether you like it or not. One of these difficult changes is switching schools. In the summer of 2010, I moved from Florida to Tennessee and had to go to a new school where I knew nobody. I would be staying in Knoxville for the rest of my life, or at least up until I moved away for college. It made it a little easier being as young as I was, but it was still difficult to start over somewhere new. Looking back at it now, I don't think it's as scary and terrible as I thought it was. It brought new friends and opportunities which made it the best thing to ever happen to me. It may have taken place eight years

Through out my high school career I have had many opportunities to demonstrate the six pillars of character. I show that I am caring by making sure that everyone else is okay before myself. There has been many day when I have came to school and something was bothering me. However, I would notice on of my friends didn't look happy or like their usually self. I would talk to them to figure out what is wrong and do what ever I could to make their day. I show that I have citizen ship by volunteering with my friends. Just I volunteered at Kids Against Hunger through my friends church. I was there for four hours sealing bags, boxing up packages, filling bags, and cleaning up. By the end of the night every one worked together to feed of 1,000 people. I have also volunteered at Cayman Court, which is an assistant living home for mentally challenged adults. I have helped at many of their holiday parties and played christmas music for the residence there.

I would say that my conflict style is a combination of compromising and collaborating. I’m a huge believer in the ability of compromise to defuse most hostile conflicts. It’s true that there are two sides to every argument; however, people often forget that there can be two sides to every solution as well. In many of the conflicts that I’ve witnessed or been involved in, the level of hostility escalates because neither participant is willing to honestly and equally here the others point of view. Since I’m often the mediator in these situations, it provides me with the opportunity to examine the problem objectively without investing in emotionally. By keeping an emotional distance, I can usually come up with a solution that is beneficial and

Without sufficient reason, my eyes pop open in the dead of night, my body unbearably filled with lust. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I try to focus my thoughts on nonsexual things like puppies and chocolate. Instead, my efforts result in thoughts about Liam smearing me with melted chocolate and then slowly licking it off. A quiet moan escapes me at the thought and I lick my lips, my hand creeping down between my thighs. After a moment of hesitation, I pull it back and shift to a more comfortable position; I just can’t touch myself, never have, never will. All attempts to drift back to sleep end in vain: counting sheep, humming softly, sheer willpower, everything. Turning on the lamp, I look over and see Liam laying on his back, mouth slightly

courage to turn and face what he was fearing most, he saw a large bald doglike creature with razor ten inch teeth snarling towards him. Instinctively he pulled his arms back and cast a fireball hitting the oversized pug straight on the nose effectively burning away half of it’s snout although it didn’t seem to bothered by this, if anything it only angered the ferocious animal more. The collective footsteps of the four Larks approached where the cabinet stood, he slid himself back against the wall closing his eyes in relief when he felt some of it break away under his fingertips.

As defined by Folger et al. (2013), “climate can be defined as the relatively enduring quality of a social unit that is experienced in common by members, and arises from and influences their interaction and behavior” (p. 212). The climate of this conflict was very negative. The competitive conflict style as mentioned in the previous section, was the main reason why we had such a negative climate which all of us experienced. We all became defensive of ourselves and what we were arguing for. As noted by Folger et al. (2013), “a negative climate produces more extreme expressions of conflict which in turn produces a more conflict negative climate” (p. 217). We were stuck in this cycle of negativity and defensiveness that the conflict got very heated and ruined our relationships with one another. This greatly impacted the interaction between all of us both during the conflict and after because I have avoided both of my roommates ever since the conflict started.