Literacy Narrative Readings I have always dreamed of having a job in the law field but going to school has been a struggle for me ever since I was younger. I was the type of child that always stayed to myself, also known as the loner. My grandparents raised me and they were always at work so I never got any help with any of the work I would struggle on. So as most children with parents like mine I did not do very well. I started to flunk high school and started hanging out with the wrong crowd.
I didn’t care about anyone or anything; all I cared about was hanging out with my friends and having fun. I ran away because I thought my family was controlling, but in reality they were just protecting me. They just wanted for me to stay home and go to school but that was to “hard” for me to handle. I stayed with people I barely knew, that were in the same position I was. They didn’t care what happened to me or even themselves.
Reflection on Diversity Cultural Diversity in the Professions SOC 350 1.Explore a time when you felt like "other"—when you were made to feel invisible, excluded, or too visible. I chose to write about the time when I felt like “other,” the reason why I chose this one was because I feel like this all the time at work or at home. Now I know I should be feeling like this at home but with a big family like mine sometimes my family can exclude me on certain things. As for work since I first started my boss always excluded me from certain things because I didn’t join her clique. Since I never joined her clique she always excluded me from doing certain job duties and would give it to someone else who did join her clique.
The speech Mrs. Holler had given had placed a heavy weight on my shoulders, my schedule was already so difficult, and I didn’t think that I would be able to be successful with a class that required so much devotion. But then I made new friends, sitting with different grade levels, and I started to get more comfortable with the class. But then you switched it up once again. You gave us our group members; you put me in a group with complete strangers, Jacob Biber, Julie Klemz, Katelyn Meeter, Natalie Ambrose, and Kristen Saunders. Ohmigosh, I wanted to run out that door and never come back.
His dad was never around when I needed him. I learned to take care of my son as a single parent. With this second pregnancy, I knew it was going to be harder. I would have to do it all over again and alone. With this pregnancy, the dad didn’t know about it, and I knew he wouldn’t help me because he has two girls that he doesn’t see or support.
As I spent more time trying to bring up my grade in one class, my grades began to suffer in my other classes. I decided to make a drastic change. I needed to quit going to football workouts which takes a lot of my studying and homework time, so that I can focus on my classes. At the time,
Regrettably, I discovered that I do not feel comfortable around groups of children. Throughout my undergraduate degree there was always a little nagging voice in the head telling me that I was on the wrong track but I chose to ignore it and forged on to what I had convinced myself I wanted. Within months of my new career I knew that it just was not the proper setting for me. After four years I made the challenging decision to leave teaching to find
I was on my way to college straight out of high school, but had to change my plans when I became pregnant upon completion of my high school career. This resulted in many of my original plans being delayed. With these delays, I was forced to work in some undesirable occupations, doing many menial tasks, and more importantly not happy with my career situation. I always had a love for computers, and I even started studying for my Associates Degree in Computer Information Systems a few years ago. I was unable to complete it as again I was faced with another setback.
This was a very dark time in my life and a young child should never have to go through this. I used to blame myself for my parents getting a divorce. As I got older and could understand that a family should be a mom, a dad, and children, I realized something was wrong with my family. My dad was not in the picture and my mom and him were constantly fighting. For some reason I thought since I was the last one born it was my fault.
He couldn’t have left me.” Everything after that was a blur in which I am unable to remember, but the funeral I remember quite well. I had to sit through endless people giving me their condolences, but my immature eleven year old brain got repeatedly agitated. I understood they were being sympathetic and that most people don’t understand or know what to say to make it better, but there words didn’t have much effect on me. I didn’t want to be at the funeral home. Reid 2 I didn’t want to see or talk to anybody.