Everyone has a time in their life that is really difficult and they aren’t sure what to do or how to react. For instance, health, school, sports, or like meeting a new person for the first time. Meeting someone new is harder for some people but for others it’s easy. In my case, it was significantly difficult. My Mom basically raised me by herself. I had a step dad but he was a no body, he didn’t do anything for anyone except himself. I never liked my step dad and my Mom knew of it. She knew I wasn’t happy that she married him, but I dealt with it any ways. My Mom taught me the aspects of life, my manners, respect, the hard and the not so hard things, she taught me the world. She gave me a good life, she gave everything she could as a mother. We were best friends until she lied to me. She kept the most important thing from me and I was not happy with her and still am not to this day. I was in the eighth grade, ready to be done with the middle school and go on to high school. Things weren’t going to great at home with my Mom and step dad and I knew they were more than likely going to get a divorce. I just kind of ignored their arguing and went about my life. I did the typical homework after school, hung out with my friends and other activities. My Mom and I were always taking care of friend’s animals when they were on vacation. One weekend our hair stylist was out of town and asked us to take care of his dogs and so we did. On Saturday night we were on our way to our stylist house to feed the dogs and let them outside and then put them in their kennels. You know the usual. Well, on our way there we were listening to music and just cruising the evening. My Mom all of a sudden shuts the radio off and hands me a stack of papers. They had a bunch of numbers and words that I didn’t understand. When I asked her what they were she started to explain that she loved me and she hoped that she was doing the right thing. The papers sitting in front of me were a copy of the test my Mom had gotten a week before. The test that showed my Dad was one-hundred percent sure he was my Dad. My Mom explained to me that it was my choice if I wanted to meet my biological Father. I looked at her dumfounded. I was so mad and so upset with her lie. Her lie that my Father wanted nothing to do with me, when really he had no idea I even existed. I had no words for her at all. I was Thirteen and my Dad had no idea that I was who I was. The only words I could say to my Mom were “the next flight”. I wanted to go see him on the next flight out and so we did. I was so nervous and anxious but yet still so mad. On the plane and on the ride from Kansas City to Topeka I had so many questions running through my mind. Is he going to like me? What does he look like? Am I going to call him Dad right away? Questions on questions just ran through my head. Some questions that made me angry again. Why did my Mom hide
The Most Important Rules
Eric M. Smack / 216859
Columbia Southern University
November 13, 2012
The Most Important Rules
Emblazed as a brilliant picture in my memory, I will always remember meeting my daughter, Alexandria, for the first time on November 29, 2011. As I kissed her mother’s forehead after the final push I can recall hearing Alexandria’s first cry, and as if someone had flipped a switch, I was seeing life through a parent’s eyes! Suddenly, I was…
Becoming a Fanatic
The University of Virginia (UVa) will always a have special place in my heart. Even though no one in my family has ever graduated from there, and I doubt that I’ll be transferring there I will always love UVa athletics. Ever since my childhood I’ve made trips to Charlottesville to watch the Cavaliers compete in many different sports. Even though I was only ten years old I can still remember the first time I ever went to a game, the memory…
The Dad That NEVER Was
By: Katarina Riley
ENGLISH 10 11-20-12
“Walking in the door and seeing this complete stranger I didn’t even know… Or at least I thought I didn’t know him…
Who would’ve thought that what probably should’ve been the happiest week of my life turned out to be full of lies and promises and the let down I never once wanted or asked for. When I was a little girl my dad walked out on me. I never knew him or who my biological dad was either. I was told there wasn’t another…
am no exception. I experienced the same dark side of my life during my childhood. “The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refused to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal-every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open-this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.” (Washington Irving). I relate my life according to this quotation that the wound I wasn’t able to get over was my parents’ divorce when I was 10 years old. At that beginning…
my most vivid memory as a child was meeting my Father for the first time. It all started when my mothers father passed away she had went on a trip to Tennessee so go to his funeral. My father had seen my Mother and her friend walking down the road and stopped to ask her where I was. My mother had left Tennessee when I was 2 weeks old and never returned so I grew up thinking my Stepfather was my dad, boy was I wrong! My mother returned home to tell me that Christopher was not my Dad, I was heartbroken…
let’s see The day I met my sister I’d just turned 16 and was living with grandma. Dad said he was sending for me… Beaumont. I’ll start there. Beaumont is in Texas. The birthplace of my father and all of my siblings. I’m oldest of 10. (5 at the time) I was raised by grandma and mom. Moved around a lot. I remember having to ride the bus from my grandmothers’ house in Arkansas to get to Beaumont. Short but, scary ride I might add. Once I arrived, I was quickly greeted by my dad at the bus station. He…
individuals to be transformed into better social beings’
Of the texts that I have studied I do believe the statement to be true. I think that experiences offer possibilities for individuals to be transformed into better social beings and all three of my texts have evidence of this. The texts I have chosen are ‘looking for Alibrandi’ by Melina Marchetta, ‘Gran Torino’ by Clint Eastwood and ‘the last song’ by Julia Roberts.
The book ‘looking for Alibrandi’ by Melina Marchetta is about a girl names Josephine…
b) Your areas of weakness
c) Your goals – these must be SMART
d) Potential barriers to achieving your goals.
My current strengths
My areas of weakness
My SMART goals
Barriers to achieving goals.
Good working relationship with young people
Gain knowledge of counselling young people
Funding for training
Lack of experience
Learn what I need to improve my performance
Time to access training.
Knowledge of specific areas
Today you weren’t expecting anything out of the ordinary just the same old, same old. There was no expectation of meeting the guy of your dreams but it happens! The first five months of lovey dovey, kissing every chance you have, your hands starting to mold together because they’re separated , and gazing into each other’s eyes with no feeling of wanting to blink were the memories you won’t forget. Then there was a fork in the road and he went right and you went left…
mind. It doesn’t mean we believe these things, but we have learned some stereotypes throughout our lives. Having labels, even stereotypes, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s bad. There are some instances where stereotypes and labels are bad in terms of meeting new people and communicating with them on a personal level. We are human, which means we judge, some for the good, and others for the bad. Either way, we have all been exposed to some sort of stereotype in our lives.
Some stereotypes, are learned…