My name is David Brice, and this is my story. I had a very good upbringing with extremely loving parents and siblings. I had the same struggles as every child has, some ups and downs but in general quite the happy childhood. My school life was a different matter, I couldn't stand it and it wasn't long before I was getting into all sorts of trouble, I took a beating from a teacher once and that was it I had a deep loathing for the teachers and couldn't wait to leave school. My family were religious and I got a bit of stick for this at school which I must admit didn't help but it wasn't the religions fault it was the cruel bigoted kids.
And I now was going to middle school where things hadn’t quite changed , as bullies kept getting the best of me but during those times , my mother said something to me that I will always remember , “If you don’t know them personally , don’t take it personal.” , these words made me disregard all those harsh words. During these times , I used to come across people who never really gave us anything but always expected us to share with
Nunez/2 When I was like 13 I went to a retreat from my church in there I was confronted with a lot of things about my life and how I was. I understood that day that I was being a hypocrite not only to my family and friends but to God. Because when Sunday came I was a good girl but when I was in school I was bully. I understood that day that we should be the same everywhere we go either in church, at the mall, in school or even when I was alone in my room. I understood that being Christian doesn’t
I found myself to be very successful in that area until my junior year; when I realized some of those friends could not be trusted. As high school progressed and the drama plied up, I had to remain focused. This may have been one of the biggest challenges for me. Additionally time became an issue when I began playing sports. Attempting to complete the heavy workload assigned by my teachers all the while trying to uphold my social life, it was evident as my lack of attention began to show in grades.
Throughout Ying-Ying’s life, she never expressed herself and was quiet most of the time, even around her daughter who was the only person she was able to communicate to in the house. Ying-Ying feels like by expressing herself, her thoughts and feelings will come off as a “selfish
She was happy. I was a disappointment to my mother as far as reading went. It wasn’t that I couldn’t read it was that I never wanted to, and compared to my sibling who read every day, I was a letdown. It might not have been such a dilemma to any other parent, but to my mom who’d taught and encouraged kids to read for many years, it certainly was. It wasn’t until I started first grade that I finally started to appreciate some of my mother’s hard work.
I think my reaction upset her, so I pulled myself together and told her until she saw her doctor we could not worry about it. I know her actions the rest of the day were mainly for my kids, but for those brief hours we pretended that those 7 words had never been spoken. I left for home that afternoon, on the long ride home I thought about all the times in my life that my
These values are easy to say but hard to live by and maintain. This essay will exemplify one of the seven values and how it has affected my life. When I was in my senior year of high school, I was given the responsibility to train, teach, and lead a renowned drill team. I had more people cheering for me to fail than to succeed, and I understood why because on the outside looking in, the only thing anyone could see was a quiet and meek baby faced female that could not be a day out of middle school. Despite the doubts I stood up and took my responsibilities, and was given a team of thirty two junior reserved officer training corps (JROTC) cadets ranging from 9th to 12th grade that were coming from all different walks of life.
For example, in my case, when I was child I was the darling of my mother because I always got good grades in school, my mother said that my sisters should be like me because I was doing my homework on time and was very studious. Also, I always told my mom everything about me she was my best friend in my childhood. This caused that my sisters were always jealous of me, and when I was played with my sisters they always refused to play with me. Its situation made me feel lonely and sad. I was to look other little friend to play with me but I was sad because I wanted my sisters love me as I wanted them.
Although I have probably been raised with more of a negative reinforcement, I tend to use positive reinforcement. Another example is, my sister doesn’t like to go to school so she skips a lot…well to get her to go and get excited about it, whenever she does go I fist pump her. She smiles really big and says thanks. This week she has not missed one day. I think the best example of positive reinforcement that I have used was when I was trying to get my little cousin to grow up and stop acting like a baby.