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slowly climb out of that black hole called depression. She stood by my side through everything. Taylor is one of those people that made you feel like what you had to say was the most important thing in the world. She has been someone I could always talk too. It all started freshman year when I started hanging with the wrong crowd. I didn’t give in to their peer pressure,

entire spectrum of emotions and we understand each other perfectly. Our lives are also very different, we are almost a window into a different version of life for each other. She talks about parties and sports and her constant interactions with friends and other people, and I provide logical relationship advice. I will talk about new philosophical theories I have learned about, and what is going on with me, and she will offer a more emotional perspective that I hadn’t considered. We balance each other

in line. No one talked to me. They all had their own cliques. I found that extremely stupid due to the fact that...well hello?! We’re a team and teams are supposed to talk to each other, not make their own cliques. I just needed them to talk to me when we played. The only person I sort of talked to was my coach. Yet, I didn’t talk to her all the time. I was shy. I liked Wendi. She was my first female coach in soccer and did a great job of coaching. She never subbed me out of a game so I always got

farm, going to the city market and the one time she went to Lido beach in Mogadishu and swam in the Indian Ocean. I couldn’t wait to go to Somalia. Then I started middle school, and the rules of the classroom changed. Suddenly we weren’t allowed to talk in Somali. The argument was that if students were allowed to use their first native language in the classroom, it would impede on their learning of English as their second language. At the time in my school, there were many students who were new to

temporarily removed from taking part in any games. As he goes on, he begins to tell me about the time that a YOU mentor approached him. They both sat down and had a talk about why Sayed reacted that way and how much he wants to improve on himself. At the end of their talk, they both agreed on scheduled mentoring session for him. Sayed goes on and talks about how during the meeting, the mentor gave him all the advice he needed and that he would help him during his personal change (Meeting With The Mentor).

Ko Te Rahina tenei ra Te toru tekau o haratua Metacognitive Monday This week my focus is to listen more then I talk I am focusing on this because I am not getting a lot of work done. I WILL achieve this by not talking on the mat and not to talk to my friends when we are meant to be doing work and when i am working with a group I should listen when someone is talking so if it affected me I will know what to do and when it had

As an alive student and alive listener I am respectful to my peers when they are speaking. I am listening and taking notes while the teacher is talking. I am not tempted to do anything that will distract me from claiming my education. For example I took notes during a lesson on how to make an argumentative piece of writing. The teacher was writing examples on the board and I copied those onto a blank sheet of notebook paper. This is showing that I’m being an alive listener when the teacher is talking

I woke up in the morning and I took my dog on a walk and I saw a moving van so I had went over there to see what was going on. On the way there there was a family of two there was a Mom,and girl named Sam the family seem very nice I didn't know about the Sam she seem very odd so I did not know what to think about her. The next day I got up and went to school in the middle of the day the girl next door was there and she was off she was rude and we did not like each other she had black pants and

minute or so, he said “ Hello Mr. Khalifa, I’m officer Marcus Hopson”. I sat apprehensively thinking about what to say. “Okay well you already know what you’re in here for, so start talking” Hopson said. All I could do was look down. Once I decided to talk, I said “What are you wanting to hear from me?”. Hopson laughed and turned around to look at me in the reflective glass. Looking at me more intensely in the glass, he said “Don’t play stupid. We know you were at that

It didn’t happen all at once it was a long process. But that doesn’t matter too much, because now I’m here and I’m working on recovery when you tell people you’re in a mental hospital or even scarier is a sanitarium, they freak out and expect you to be some psycho maniac killer. But that’s really not the case there are lots of very normal people here, I like to think I’m on of them. There really is no definition of normal because one person’s normal is another person’ crazy. It’s all in perspective