I grew up in Corpus Christi, Texas, a place in South Texas that is known for being a beautiful vacation attraction due to the beaches and other summer attractions. However, when I think of what made me who I was today, none play a more vital role than the city itself. I lived in Corpus Christi for twenty years of my life until I vowed to get out of the city and never return. I joined the military in the summer of 2011 and do not plan to ever move back for the rest of my life. But, I do not have hatred for the city, in fact I love the city for all the memories it gave me and the people that I met living there. I just never want to live there or want that to be a place where I raise my future children. The city itself is a different culture than …show more content…
Now I live in Fort Worth and student at TCU and it is an even bigger difference. All that to say, experiences from when I was younger in my hometown gave me experiences and opened my eyes to certain ideas that I think not only make me who I am today, but will help me in the future to help connect with future student as well as coworkers and students' parents in the education field.
So to begin with how I was shaped by my city let me give an inside look to my history. Corpus Christi has a population of around 300,000 residents with Hispanics making up around 60%. I grew up in the lower middle class but for the most part we lived a comfortable lifestyle in comparison to most of my friends. My parents divorced when I was only one year old, so I do not have any memories of ever seeing my parents together. For the most part, my parents were always able to provide my sister and I with the things we wanted and keep us happy. I grew up playing sports, particularly baseball,
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I understand that students are going through more things than we can imagine and while their main goal is to learn in the classroom, it is important to put yourself in their shoes and realize that schools are where children come to learn how to be a functional citizen and adult in out country. When I step into a high school I realize that some students are undergoing battles that we may not know, some may be immature, but nonetheless it is a battle that means something to them. While my main principle is to teach these students some topic in social studies, it goes much deeper than
At Hazelwood High School, they do things differently than at my school. At Hazelwood, most of the people worry about themselves and nobody else. Most of the school doesn’t get good grades and the school does not do anything about it. One day in English class Andy walked out when they were reading Macbeth because it was too emotional for Andy to handle. His friends were concerned and told the school counselor. They said, “But… but… it seems like… like… he needs help or somethin’.” Then the counselor said, “Well, I probably shouldn’t tell you boys this, but he is getting some outside counseling… So you boys can relax and be assured that he is getting whatever help he needs”(100). At Harrisburg High School, if someone had an issue like that, the counselors and teachers would be concerned, even if the person was getting outside help. Another thing about education that is different than mine is the school. In Ronda’s English homework, she wrote, “Our school building must have been built about a million years ago, because it was brown and tall and raggedy-looking, but it fit right in with the rest of the day”(16). At my high school, we are very fortunate to have a very new building to learn inside of. At Hazelwood High, they were not fortunate enough to have a new high school be built. Culture and education are very important pieces of people’s
When I moved to West Bloomfield there was major change and it honestly took me a while to adapt. The majority of the students in my school where white and things were different. Other minority groups like Blacks, Asians, Mexicans, etc were underrepresented. Developing this new outlook even at a young age really enabled me to understand the importance of education.
Growing up I lived in the small town of Duncan, Oklahoma; although, not nearly as small as the town I currently reside in. Throughout my adolescence, I attended Mark Twain Elementary School and as I was ending the third grade, my parents decided that we should move to Fox, Oklahoma to be closer to my grandparents. Moving would bring big changes my way such as a smaller school, living in the middle of nowhere, and new ways of entertainment. Living in the country has its pros and cons, but I can tell you the only thing I could think of the night we moved out there was the cons. Eventually, I had grown accustomed to the silence, lack of traffic, and having nothing to do. Looking back I feel that if we had not moved to the country then I would
We need to start thinking of our students as sentient beings capable of an incredibly diverse spectrum of individuality, rather than yet another cog in a never ending machine. For years, we have been oppressed by desires of others, as well as their established social norms. We have become slaves to the way we perceive our society to work, That we must complete work by deadlines, that we must become another's idea of a human being. This world has been established that most all people must complete tasks they never wanted to do. However, it has become that the younger generation of the population has taken much of this obligation. For each day for a student is begun before even the sun chooses to rise, Then, leads to eight hours in an establishment created of dark brick, promising years of pain and suffering through massive workloads of things that may have been intriguing, had they not been presented in such a dull and uninteresting manner. Once this task has been completed, we return to their home where hours of chores and homework await them. Then, each night, they climb into bed, each day bearing more difficultly than the last. This cycle continues for years, the only escape from this cycle being graduating from another brick establishment that has taken all money that one could ever hope to have, and attempting to find a job that might be what you want to do. It is time that we break out of this miserable cycle. This life was meant to be enjoyed by all and to be enjoyed to the fullest. This idea has been broken and shattered beyond recognition, but it still remains. The idea that we can be exactly who we want to be, without having to sell our souls to do so still lingers on, shining, yet unattainable just as a star. We simply must be the glue that binds the broken pieces of this
I grew up in West Phoenix 20 years ago, and I actually moved out of there 7 years ago. Although I moved I did not take to my new residence well. I still belonged to the west side of Phoenix which is highly Hispanic natured. I would find myself traveling longer distances and time consuming trips to take care of my daily practices. So my life still revolved around this area, although I left years ago it has remained a part of my life.
I did not know anybody. The closest person that I knew was a six hour drive away, not even in the same state as me. The day that I moved to Texas was the day that I left my sense of security behind – everything I had ever known was taken from me, and having no say in this discouraged and frustrated me. Being part of an expat family accustomed me to moving, but this time it was different. The transition from living in Qatar to living in Texas physically and mentally exhausted me, but, with the right skills and resources, I was eventually able to overcome it.
Then, incidentally, we moved again. My freshmen year of high school at Argyle had just concluded, and my dad decided that it was simply too expensive to live there. I met this decision with both apprehension and relief. He determined that we belonged in Mineola, Texas. Typically, I would have been miserable, but this time, I was thrilled. It was strange because I loved Argyle, yet I was so eager to leave. The longer I contemplated how this could be possible, I realized it was because I could not wait to meet new people, scenarios, and experiences. I was ready for my newest challenge.
The Corpus Christi Experiment, initiated by Mr. John Amasi (Director of Production and Engineering) at RL Wolfe in 2004, was an attempt to employ the Self-directed teams at the newly acquired Plastic Pipe Manufacturing Plant in Corpus Christi, TX. Self-directed team implementation has produced a lot of positives for the Corpus Christi plant such as higher design capacity achieved, job satisfaction among workers, lower turnover rates. After 3 years of implementation of Self-directed teams in Corpus Christi plant, 80% to 82% design capacity was met. RL Wolfe’s other two plants with traditional teams are able to meet the 65%-70% of design capacity. Since all the other conditions viz. Raw Material availability,
I was always really proud to be from Compton, CA. The rich racial and cultural history of the Hub City has had a major impact on many aspects of my life and is part of my identity. My mother is a Mexican-American, she was born in Tijuana and her family moved to Compton in 1962 when she was five. My dad was born in Colorado and his family settled in Compton in 1961 when he was four. My parents were in the same kindergarten class at Jefferson Elementary school and although they didn’t start dating until they were in their 20’s, they definitely helped each other survive the racial injustices and violence that permeated all facets of their educational experience in Compton
I was born and raised in the small but growing city of Perris, CA. This isn’t the best city out there but it tends to grow on you, and you begin to truly love it for what it is. The people, however, not so much. The community can vary from which part of the city you’re in. That’s because there’s diversity here in Perris. I’m a product of this diversity, being half Mexican and half African American. My parents fell in love after high school and later on began a family. I am the youngest of five. I have two older brothers, an older sister, and an older cousin who lives with us. The order is boy, girl, boy, boy, girl with my cousin being included in there too. We all live in the same house with my parents and are quite close with each other. They all seem to have raised me growing up due to the fact that my parents were busy trying to provide for us. This was a challenge by itself, resulting in lots of house moving and my father being unemployed for six years after losing his job. I never complained about moving because I knew that my parents were doing their absolute best and were working with all that they had and then some. This unquestionably made me adaptable to new environments and gave me a
Growing up in the same city for just about your whole life gets you accustomed to the same routine everyday. You know where you're going, you see all too familiar faces, and life just seems so bland. That was my case. I've lived in San Antonio for all my seventeen years of life, and have always wanted a sense of venture. However, when the summer of my Junior year came around, that completely changed. Being involved with my high school theatre company has given me many amazing opportunities, one of them occurring every year around November, when my troupe and I attend the Texas Thespian Festival. The festival takes place in Dallas and since it's a state festival, countless schools from across Texas travel to the fabulous Omni hotel and not
Growing up in a small town, with the knowledge of a small town community can have an effect on you. Having the respect and dignity to know between right and wrong adds and interesting aspects into a life style. Growing up in a small community makes you realize what it is like to have small class rooms and having your teachers know you by a first name basis.Knowing everyone on each sport team because “everyone knows everyone in a small town”. I had the ability to be able to ride my bike down the street without a real question of my safety where I grew up in Worland Wyoming. I have different academic interests than others may, I enjoy different extracurricular activities than other students, and life experiences that are unlike anyone else that have shaped me into who I am today.
My family to stay in Corpus Christi still because was yesterday went to funeral visitation that is why. I recent wake up in the morning at Hotel is Americas Best Value Inn from Corpus Christi then to go breakfast. My family to went breakfast at Denny's really good is a food was fresh then to go see Selena Museum. That is my first time here at Corpus Christi never to see before touching a place in the view is state area to Texas. I love her is Selena fans that remember was movie include for singer and actor and want to picture her then send to my page is facebook. On way to shopping at La Palmera Mall in Corpus Christ and get to ready new buy something. Enjoy to buy with my family being spring break of the vacation then to go dinner is seafood
Corpus Christi might be one of Texas’ more intimate cities but it offers a great deal of sights to see and other activities to cover the lack of size. The coastal city has a potent history behind it, Dating back to its discovery by Spanish explorers in the early 1500’s and its establishment as a military post before the American Civil War. This is partially shown off to visitors here when they make their way to Heritage Park, an area that’s a collection of vintage homes dating back to the late 1800’s. Another point of interest that many flock to here is the massive U.S.S. Lexington, an aircraft carrier that was in the action during both World War II and the Korean War.
When humans reflect on their lives they often categorize things by their location at the time of the event, grouping their college experience separately from their hometown high school experiences. This association with place causes us to view an unwanted movement as an attack on our personal way of living. I first experienced such an affront when I was in the first grade, my family and I moved to a small town about three hours away from San Angelo. My father wanted to be closer to his aunt and uncle so he seemingly forced me and to tag along for the experience. I didn’t want to move away from my grandparents or my friends, the thought alone would cause me to cry. I had to leave behind all my friends, my family I