Personal Narrative: What I Believe In

Everyone on earth is defined by their core beliefs. It’s what makes us all individuals, what separates us from the others. It wasn’t until I was talking with my friend Sean in 8th grade that I started to realize that one of my core beliefs, something I was taught growing up, may not be my own belief.

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

Although I have not thought about how I would stage a play I will give myself a chance to thinking thoroughly about how I would want an audience to receive a piece of work written by the four playwrights we have read this semester. Drawing on Wilson’s famous speech, I have an idea about what I would want. The Ground on Which I Stand is one that acknowledges the amazing playwrights we were able to read this semester. I appreciate what they have given to the world through the stage and in print. There have been plays that I resonated with me and some that were harder to grasp. Many of these playwrights talk about connections and family which is a way that I have connected with the characters. I wouldn't use many of the playwrights as influences

Reflect on a time when you challenged a belief or idea. What prompted you to act? Would you make the same decision again?

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.

Some people are born with talents, others with brains, and some with beauty. However, I would like to think I was born with all the above, but most of all I was born with the innate gift of serving others. While growing up as a preacher’s kid, I witnessed my father help others by empowering them, motivating them, and praying for them. Observing how supportive my dad was of others I thought I want to do the same thing, but I knew I did not want to be a preacher. Growing up as a beautician’s daughter, I watched my mother improve others by building their self-esteem, being a listening ear, and sharing knowledge when necessary. I recall looking at my mother thinking I want to be that type of person when I grow up. I lacked the talents and creativity

“My little boy now five was diagnosed with autism in August … while we were shopping he threw a tantrum. He was rolling around on the floor, running off, and he hit me twice … people are staring, looking at me with horrible looks and some even laughing.” (Ambitious about Autism). Autism affects 1 in 68 children, it is a very broad disability and everyone on the spectrum is unique. Autism is a mental disorder that affects the way people act in social situations and how they respond to their surroundings. Unawareness of autism is a very prevalent problem in our world, especially to those who experience it firsthand. To be more specific, this lack of knowledge is a problem because it has led to many untrue stereotypes being formed about autism,

I have always said that without my faith I would either go crazy or kill myself. It wouldn’t be long before I found out.

Ethics is a very important component in life, business, and everything else that affects our daily lives. Ethics are defined as: “the rules of conduct recognized in respect to a particular class of human actions or a particular group, culture, etc.” (Dictionary.com, 2015). The creed will consists of my basic beliefs, my controlling values, my ethical commitments, and my plan to promote sound ethical practices in the following organizations that I’m closely connected to: my non-profit organization mentoring program, church, school, and my place of employment.

For three out of my four years of high school, this disease controlled me. I couldn't even order my own food without going into a full blown panic attack. That's when I got a job. The job that pulled me from the crippling anxiety attacks when I was forced to talk to a stranger, or forced into a new environment. During my training, I was in a new environment with strangers that were all at least five years older than me. The only person I knew was my sister, my safe haven. Everyone was very kind, but I couldn't bring myself to say more than a ‘hello’.

I suppose I began with autism. I 'm not sure if that 's what the DSM would call it now; the new terminology and diagnostic criteria might exclude me. It would once have been Asperger 's Syndrome if I had been born five years later to a wealthier family. Where and when I was raised, the nicest name for it was eccentric. I spent a lot of years on the outside of groups of friends, even nominally my own friends. Some people might have grown sullen, and I admit I had those moments, when I understood the least and hurt the most. I was fortunate to catch the eye of a much more outgoing young woman who nonetheless thrilled at the idea of a brooding anti-hero for a boyfriend. We were both sixteen, and I 'm told everyone is a little ridiculous around that age.

I was diagnosed with ADD and Dysgraphia in the 3rd grade and have struggled with it ever since. Particularly, because my afflictions are invisible to others, it was difficult to be treated seriously when I discussed them; my friends and teachers did not understand why I could not complete tests in the same time as others. For a very long time, I considered myself inadequate despite my academic competence. Even if I knew all the answers on the test, my slower mental processing speed ensured that I would not be able to finish within the allotted time. Despite this, I never shied away from embracing my unique mental makeup; to the contrary, I understood that if I wanted to succeed academically, I would have to accept my condition, even if I disliked

Growing up with autism has been difficulty for me because of how I see certain things differently. Not many people accepted that and began to criticize me. Of course I didn’t pay any attention to that. How I interpret things is based on experiences I’ve had in life and based on media I’ve observed. I see things differently because that’s how I go through life without having so much stress on my shoulders. That doesn’t mean, however, that I look at all things differently. If something should happen to anyone I cared about, my reaction would be like everyone else’s; be concerned. If someone passed away, I’m falling to the floor with tears flowing down my face. This all happens to everyone. I’m no

I have been through so much, but nothing bothers me worse than loosing friends or family. Last year on April 7, 2015 I drove home from school never expecting to hear the news announce one of my closest friends reason of death. Alexis Reed Haywood was in a car accident at the age of seventeen. It was one of the worst days of my life, and I will never forget how I reacted. I did not believe it at all, and seriously thought it was a crazy dream, or joke till the next day. Even now I still don't process it through my head like others do, and I don't think my mind will let a day go by without thinking about her. I will never forget

I was born in Voronezh, Russia. I attended a decent private school for the few years that I lived there. I was very shy when I was young. I almost always avoided playing with other kids because it gave me anxiety and stressed me out. For some reason I did not view playing as a fun activity, I rather viewed it as a pressured obligation to prove to other kids that you are fun to be around. I always blamed that awkward feeling on the fact that I was a single child. Even though I did go to kindergarten at an early age, I had social anxiety when it came to interacting with others. Because I was so concerned about how to even have fun properly, I was terrified of anything that put me on the spot light. Being put on the spot light meant even more stress, that’s why when I basically won the award for having the worst accident of the school year, I could feel the pain of the stress more than the actual physical pain.