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The purpose of a dyad paper is for two people to connect to one another to become better listeners and to work on becoming empathetic. For this assignment I chose Nikki as a partner. Both of us agreed that we would stick around in the classroom since it was a comfortable environment for the two of us to speak freely with little distraction. When speaking with Nikki I think I perceived what she said very well.
When I was six my blood was 92% Hawaiian Punch, 7.5% Slim Jim proteins, and .5% trace amounts of assorted Pringles flavorings. Every summer I underwent a similar transformation when my mother dropped my sisters and me off at my grandparent’s San Francisco apartment while she worked as a waitress on Market Street. Caramelized corn and sugar coated treats cleansed my sisters and me of my mother’s oven-baked broccoli and kale catastrophes. Words such as saturated fat, 5% real fruit juice, and high fructose corn syrup will forever define my childhood. Fast forward a decade and, while I vaguely recall marathoning the Powerpuff Girls and smuggling truffles from a closet, I remember two facts of life my grandmother taught me as clearly as I remember my own name.
It was a hot summer day in Atlanta, unlike no other, but it was the day that my life changed. My childish screams of pain occupied the air of every house in the neighborhood while my blood flowed out of my head into a kiddie pool. I had jumped headfirst from a blue porch railing into the kiddie pool sitting in my driveway and after passing out, I awoke in my mothers lap with a towel pressed against my head and I was immediately filled with disappointment. Lying there covered in blood, tears, and shock, I realized that I could no longer be a Power Ranger.
“This is a toilet snake” my mother stated as my sister and I stared incredulously at her. My sister, skeptical and repulsed, challenged my mother with a: “And you expect us to use it”? “Yes. If you ever live alone you’ll need to be able to take care of yourself and your household”. Practically in unison, my sister and I rolled our eyes and sighed.
It’s the last week of summer before senior year. Technically, you know that it’s a week like any other. Seven days, one hundred and sixty-eight hours, 10080 minutes, and a shit ton of seconds. But if it really was like any other week, there’d be no point in lying awake in bed at 3 AM.
Decisions It’s been about three months since I started saving up for a tractor. My dad said that a tractor was one of the best things that he ever bought. He said it was great because I didn’t have to be sixteen to drive it,or I didn’t have to have a drivers,lisens to drive it on the road. One morning my dad was on his computer looking at tractors.
“There is no need for you to be so stressed, just relax,” my parents told me. I’ve heard those words so many times it has become an echo. Their body language shows indifference in the way they brush it off as no big deal and how their body position stays the same. They don’t lean in attentively or reach their hand out to comfort me. I can’t be stressed, but I’m expected to reach the high standards my parents hold for me.
This past year has felt like I was on an actual roller coaster. The year has been filled with joyous, and fun moments, but as well as anxious time. The beginning of October of 2014 was when it all began. When I actually consider the boy I was talking to, and as well seeing constantly, an actual relationship. For some reason I was never into labels, especially ones that made me feel uncomfortable, so I always tried to stay away from it as much as I can.
What does it truly mean to be healed? I spent 8 years believing that it meant I was able to move forward, to stop crying, and to learn to love and trust again, but I was wrong. Healing from a traumatic event is impossible if you can’t face it head on, accept what you did to contribute to it and forgive yourself. It all seems simple, however, when you bury the pain and refuse to look, it’s much easier to avoid the healing process all together and walk with blinders on that shield you not only from the pain of the past but the beauty of the present. 8 years after my first marriage ended I found myself ending a second relationship that closely mirrored the first.
Do you know what it feels like to buy everything on your own? Have you ever craved independence? Do you ever get the satisfaction of depending on yourself? I know I do. When I got my first job, I was so ecstatic that I was gaining independence and making my own money.
This was the year my grandparents whom I basically lived with moved out of state. My mom was working constantly because she had just gotten her first medical job and my step-dad was in prison. I was 11 maybe 12 and I had to grow up pretty fast in my neighborhood. For the first time I would get out of a new school without having my grandma there
I was going to Florida to see my grandparents, they are very nice and love talking to me. They have a golf cart so they let me drive it around the private neighborhood. A couple days past and we are going to Universal Studios and I didn't know that the rides where inside and I hate those rides, they make me sick and I just hate them. So my dad didn't know that I didn't like those rides
Courage is the ability to do something that may frighten you or be difficult to do even when there's risk. Having courage is being brave and being brave isn't the absence of fear, being brave is having that fear but finding another way through it. Here’s a true story that happened to me. Back in 2014 I walked home with my little sister(Jessica) from school. Both of my parents were not home and were currently at work.
When I was around one years old, my family of four relocated, and this move would change all of our lives. Had we not moved, I would be a completely different person. The experiences and incidents we have as babies and children are the most influential things to our growth and development. When my family first arrived to America, the first places we visited as a family was a park my mom visited often growing up.