Personal Narrative: The New Iphone Adoption

Jobs was an American information technology entrepreneur and inventor, being the co-founder, chairman, and CEO of Apple Inc. He lived a counter-cultural lifestyle, and philosophy was a big thing during the time and place of his upbringing. He was adopted at birth, in San Francisco by Paul and Clara Jobs (February 24, 1955). He was very dismissive of his adopted parents, “They were MY parents” he explained. (Telegraph Media Group) Paul Jobs, Steve’s dad, was a machinist for a firm that made lasers in what became Silicon Valley. Steve described his dad as a ‘genius with his hands’ and said that he had wished to be as good of a father to his children as his father was. After stating so, he estranged from a child that was his, even swearing to the court that he was infertile. Eventually, when he realized and accepted that Lisa Brennan-Jobs was his daughter, he took her in to live with him when she was a teenager. Jobs and his close friend Wozniak

One of the most recently renowned innovators was Steve Jobs. Steve Jobs was born on February 24, 1955, to a pair of graduate students who gave him up for adoption because their parents did not want them to marry. Steve’s mother taught him how to read

I didn’t believe in aliens until I was abducted by them. I was put in some kind of contraption and I’m not sure what happened exactly, but it’s clear that I’m not where I was. Everything in 2016 is different, I don’t know if I’m in a different state or not but people are dressing differently and acting differently, and the cars, the cars are all different! I’ve been here for quite some time now and have noticed a lot of differences from where I lived in Oceanside, California in 1940. I’ve been transported to the year 2016 and there are so many things that have changed and evolved and among them are political, economic, social, and cultural changes.

It was a small thing, the bright green of youth. I planted it on the 3rd, in my freshman year, with the Green Thumb Club at my high school.

What Italian explorer Amerigo Vespucci coined "The New World" was now overrun by man-eating zombies. It all started in Chile and Argentina; news of a highly infectious pathogen had begun spreading at breakneck speeds. By the time epidemiologists had discovered the cause of this pathogen it had already spread to the Western half of the United States and was making its way east.

America is a nation built on the backs of the weak. People from all forms of faith, belief, and nationalities came together, from persecuted, backgrounds to build the nation we exist in. My family was one such group of people. Irish immigrants, we moved from the homeland to the New World to be rid of a famine that was starving our people. In America we found new opportunities, but also much opposition. Racial classification and prejudice ruled in the mid to late 60s and beyond. This was during the time that Mr. Bernie Sanders began his rise to power. With a platform of protecting the weak, and building the middle class. This man is poised to revolutionize America. In the face of adversity, he stands firm and strong.

Being new in U.S gave the opportunity to start a new life with new, and hopefully, better opportunities. But it also implies to start from zero, from the bottom have nothing. Sleeping on the floor without television, without a cellphone and trying to find a good taste to the food from here made me feel like a prisoner in a nice jail.

I am so glad to be at New Tech. Being here has changed my world. I love learning and being apart of all that New Tech means. There was a time that school was not as enjoyable and going to school each day was more of a chore than a positive experience. Since NTH@C has had such an impact on my life I am very motivated to be a part and give back to our campus. It is really important to be a part of something bigger than myself. When making decisions I always remain calm and think things through from beginning to end before making any decisions or sharing ideas. That is necessary while working with a group of people especially in an organizational setting. Listening to what others have to say is important to me. I am a good listener.

Walking into the coffee shop where everyone else , including me now, confronts people in their lives and continues to discuss important topics. The decorations around me are plain and simplistic, nothing special about this place whatsoever. I wait patiently for my invite to show, mentally preparing myself for the conversation that I want to have so desperately. I think of the topics I want to bring up and the ones I want to focus on more than others. Nervously, I continue to wait and talk myself out of thinking that they wouldn’t show at all. A few minutes filled with deep breaths later, finally they’re here. I walk over to the table we agreed to meet at, and sat politely before greeting them and waiting for a response. I cleared my throat and looked at my lap, trying to refrain from saying anything I’d regret. Taking a deep breath, I tried to remain professional while addressing the topic. Finally, my attention was brought to the person seated in front of me, to the world in front of me. With all the courage I could muster I stared dead into its

Five years ago, when I first came to the United States, I was really worried about my future. This large country was brand new to me since I realized my English could not catch up with the language that the natives were using. Little did I know about the American culture and lifestyle. Therefore, thinking of getting to school or going to the supermarket made me shiver every time. My illusion on the new life in the U.S was totally vanished, I got pulled down by reality. I remembered those days, when I had to stay up until midnight to translate math word problems or to stand and stare at the teachers for a long period of time because I did not understand the instructions or their questions. It was a nightmare to me when I thought about going to

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.

When you were a little girl and you wanted the brand new doll that could poop and talk, but your mother did not get it for you? You felt pain, and your heart just hurt. You tried to smile and act like you loved everything you got, but deep down, you were sad and alone. You know how it feels, and that pain should not be given to anyone else. If you loved me enough, and cared for me, you would get me what I want without any hesitation.

“We are the first generation in all human history to hold within our hands the technology to reach every man, woman, and child on the earth by 2020” (Bourgeois, 2013). The technology that we have now is truly awesome. However, with great privileges comes great responsibility. It is awesome because of what we read in Matthew. Matthew 24:24 (KJV) “And this gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a witness unto all nations; and then shall the end come.” When I was a child I remember reading this and wondering how can that be. I knew it was true because it was in the Bible. However, I could not comprehend it. I remember when the first cell phone came out. It was so difficult to understand how that could be. Nevertheless, now

In the first story, he shared that he was adopted as an infant. Initially, his biological mother insisted that he be adopted by college graduates; however, through a chain of events, that did not occur. The couple who wished to adopt him were not college graduates; therefore, his biological mother refused to sign his adoption papers. The couple promised that he would go to college and so she relented. Steve did indeed go to college. In fact, he went to Reed College right here in Portland, Oregon. However, after only six months, Steve dropped out because he could see his parents’ life savings being swallowed up by his expensive tuition. He began to drop in on classes that truly interested him like a Calligraphy class. Ten years later that Calligraphy class was the inspiration for the beautiful typefaces and proportioned fonts that were released with the first Macintosh Computer. He added some levity when he said it also impacted Windows since they just copied the Mac – a point of contention since the beginning of these two powerhouses. He made the point that you cannot connect the dots of your life by looking forward; you can only connect them when you look back. You must believe that the dots will

After dropping out of high school in his sophomore year, Steven attempted to get a job, but without a diploma or a license this was just close to impossible for him. In desperate need of a job, to support his growing family, Steven took to the streets and made money the only way he knew how. After several months, he was living the good life, until the day came that changed his life forever. He ended up selling drugs to an undercover police officer and was sent to jail for three years.