-kumar- My family(concept of art) My family my tree Deep rooted in my heritage My family my tree Who I'm the fruit of her My family fair sky Where my sun always shine My family there are my roots Where I got Mine and me My family is my word My family is my blood My family is my fine touch My family is big heart Who love with no hurt My family is my love for that love I love And I hate What I hate so My family is my moral code MY culture And my bank account Never been out of cash My family is my fortress And
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Composition 1- Badur January 21st 2014 Assignment #1 A family story that is important for me to share with others is my story of how my uncle was diagnosed with cancer and the importance it has taught me. In September of 2005 my uncle was very sick and passed out at his home. He was rushed to the hospital by ambulance and after many test ran and x-rays doctors diagnosed him with acute monoblastic leukemia. Leukemia is an attack of the white blood cells over powering the red blood cells
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find out what life is really like for them or their family. There will always be bumps in everyone’s lives, for some people it will be a minor setback, while others will fight for years to get back to normal. My story starts with two close family members who suffered with substance abuse, my brother and grandmother. Their abuse took a major toll on my family, got them into trouble, and created health problems for themselves. It tore our family apart for a long time, until they were able to make
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thankful for my family the most. Being thankful is part of your life. Thanksgiving is a holiday that teaches one to be. Being thankful is an important part of being successful in life. My family has funny disagreements. We fight about stupid things. For example, what we want to eat and what’s going on in our favorite show. We fight about what we can and can’t do. What to watch on tv, how to do something, and deciding where to go eat. We also fight about who feeds the dogs. If my dad doesn’t
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ba bum, Ba Bum. The rumbling of my heart, pumping furiously, coincides with my hyperventilation to a fight that I just can’t win. A paper is due tomorrow. I didn’t sign up for this! My brain is spinning. My mind can’t even attempt to stabilize it. The letter that I planned to write to my family this week will never be finished. This paper has taken all my time and my focus. My vision blurs, my hands tremble, and there is something caught in my throat. My eyelids weigh down as heavy as textbooks
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My Family My family is a sports-loving, barbecuing, two-stepping, camping, someone always injured crazy bunch of weirdoes. We consist of 8 people (6 originally): Daddy, Mom, Jon, Gerynn, Jay, Me, Morgynn, and Garner. Dad works at Cracker Barrel and has been there pretty much since I was born. He’s the strongest, bravest and most loving man I have ever known. Mom is the caregiver of the family and is always in everyone’s business, which is a good thing because if she wasn’t, nothing or no one would
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Autobiography Everybody has that one thing that is most valuable to you or those things that mean the most to you. To me, my family would definitely be the most meaningful to me without a doubt. I’m a big family person. Some people may not care much for their family but I care about my family very much and am thankful for them. There are other things other than my family that I treasure. One of the most important things I cherish is the amazing game of American football that was created. I love
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All my life I have had different family in and out of my life. I’ve never once judged my mother for anything she's done because she is my mom I guess. I try not to pay attention to whatever she does, or face getting told, “Stay in a child's place” when I ask any questions. My grandma always says she lives in her own world which I know she does. My mom has taught me that I don't have opinions, marriage is dysfunctional, and all relationships are temporary. When I was born, which I don't remember
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315 March 26, 2015 Assignment 3/26 They named me after half of my Norwegian aunt’s name, Karethe. And half of my Norwegian grandmas name, Liv. And added two N’s, so you get K-A-L-I-N-N. My mom wanted to legally add Liv as a prefix of my name after I was born To pay homage to my beloved Mormor (grandma in Norwegian) Thoughts turn back and forth to the legal addition of this small word and how much it would mean to not only my mom, but my mothers mother. Although we didn’t speak the same language she
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come to believe that my background is the most important part of who I am. My whole life, the one way I have been always able to identify myself with was Hispanic. My Hispanic culture and family has shaped my life in more ways than I can describe. My culture and my family is the reason I am determined, passionate, and expressive in everything I do. When my mother was growing up in El Salvador and my father was growing up in Dominican Republic, life wasn’t easy. Growing up, my parents hardly ever had
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Majority of my childhood was spent in a house that was bought by my mother and then step-father when I was three years old. For the first couple of years I was the only child until my mom got pregnant and I was old enough to understand that I had other siblings in another country that belonged to a different man. When my youngest sibling was born, my mother brought over her three other children that were born in Honduras. My mother received her permanent residency a couple years after coming over
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Family has a huge role on how we we view the world and ourselves. Our identity is associated with we grew up and who we considered as our family. One of the main important points of the this chapter is that “we must give up to be the mistress (or master) of our own houses. When a person leaves the household they had as a family and they are have a household of their own, they are letting go. They are letting go some of their families characteristics and developing their own. This is a very difficult
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In Willa Cathers novel My Antonia she uses juxtaposition numerous amounts of time to let us compare the lives of a poor immigrant family to the life a wealthy family living on a farm house in Nebraska. The two families were obviously different in so many ways, but also helped each other in ways that neither knew. The shimerdas were hit in the face with hardships, new lives, and a new country lifestyle they were not use to. I will be talking about the coming to age Antonia developed and the different
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the issues around my family. After moving from Michoacán, Mexico to California, I constantly saw the language barrier hinder my family's ability to ask for basic necessities. First off, we could only rely on family when it came to asking for help since we knew no one in the US. In addition, the only jobs we could work were low-paying and physically-demanding jobs. My father worked more than 12 hours in the fields every day, coming home covered in dirt and in need of rest, while my mother and siblings
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four years old, my younger sister and I were essentially abandoned by our biological mother. She was an alcoholic who abused my sister and neglected us frequently so that she could go out drinking with her friends. I suspect that her extended absence was expected by the adults in my life, but my sister and I were unprepared for the sudden loss. After she left, my father struggled to care for us on his own. Thankfully, my paternal grandparents took my sister and me in and raised us. My grandmother continued
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The life of my family would begin in a small East Texas town, called Emilee, Texas. In the year of 1892 the small town of Emilee was inhabited by a total of one-hundred and fifty peoples, but by the early 1900 the total of inhabitants’ was down to fifty. Now the town does not exist, the only sign of proof the town existed is the cemetery which happens to be the oldest cemetery in Texas. In this cemetery is where part of my heritage is buried, According to the census of 1860 there was an estimated
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As I grow up I am beginning to notice more and more that the women in my family do just about all household work. This really became visible to me on a trip to my aunt’s house in Virginia for the week of the 4th of July. It was so enjoyable playing games, going to the pool, and I even visited Kings Dominion, a wonderful amusement park. Then one morning my oldest cousin called my two younger cousins and I to get ready go downstairs for an “Adventure”. We’d guessed that we were going for another
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Glancing at photos of myself and my family, I was never the kind of person who would be looking over albums of my family or spending a lot of time with them. I was the one who wanted to do everything by myself and be myself for much of the day. Growing teens and young adults don’t know what to do a lot of the time; they make some bad decisions and are hitting the stage where they have to do a lot themselves. Looking back when you were younger, your parents, grandparents, siblings or whoever was around
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Escaping the Mafia and poverty, my parents traveled from Mexico to America in 1997. It was very difficult for my parents to become financially stable in the United States. It was difficult for me to adapt to a new culture. In school I was exposed to an ‘American’ culture, and, outside of school, I possessed my authentic ‘Mexican’ culture. I was a victim of harsh racism and criticism throughout my early educational career. I did not know any English, and I was a product of the Mexican culture that
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I have an enormous family. Latinos tend to have big families. I have many cousins, I have a lot of aunts and uncles. The ones I will be talking about are the ones I live with. I live with over ten people. These are the people I see everyday. I live with my mother, my grandparents my three brothers, my tia, and my three cousins. I see their faces every single day. I love my family. They make me so happy. I have so many funny and enjoyable stories about my family. I have so many great memories that
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both encounter arguments in our family household due to our family members being judgmental towards us having color friends. Her main influence was her Portuguese culture, and mine is my Hispanic culture. The emergent themes coming up was that we both think older men are powerful and older women are motherly, by spoiling grandchildren. Derek Austrum and I had different roles growing up, he didn’t have any gender specific roles for neither his sister or him. In my family we had specific gender roles
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During my undergraduate work, I dedicated myself to taking rigorous coursework, but I was truly affected by an extraordinary family responsibility. My Uncle Al was diagnosed with Dementia during my final two and half years of college. As a result of his diagnosis my uncle became the responsibility of the family. Although exhausting and frustrating at times, I would have had it no other way; this situation exemplifies our family motto that “family takes care of family, no matter what”. During my first
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born we all have a sense of it, whether it may be a little or a lot just depends. Given the fact that I was a first generation of my family in America I can somewhat relate to what others must go through when coming to America. I knew I had to interview someone out of the country, but never did I expect them to land right in front of me. It was a normal day at work and my friend/ boss told me he had someone flying in from London, his name was Fabiano Neto. This was his very first time in America and
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p2 My whole way of looking at my family began to change when I was about seven. That mid-October we were living in our “new” small two story home in Fridley, Minnesota. There was always odd smells floating around ominously, loud roars of cars from the highway close by, and random wet spots on the floors. The house was old to my brother and I, but brand new to my parents. It was the first thing they could be proud of sense the accident. To celebrate us moving into our home, the whole family came
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Personal Statement I have just lived in this world, society, just for 18 years yet I have learned and experienced many issues this world has offered me. I come from a hispanic family, where women are viewed so little and with such little power. I know for a fact this does not only occur in a hispanic family but other groups as well. At least once or several times a women experiences the inequality, little power and are afraid to speak up and raise their voice toward a male because they are afraid
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My family came to the US for better jobs and learning opportunities because my mom wanted to offer me a better economic life. In my educational experience, the segregation of the immigrants who were not able to speak English and people who were born here and already had an advanced level made me and some other people feel like outcasts.This embarrassment was harmful to the learning process, impairing my process of learning. Studies show that many other immigrant students share the same experiences
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The relationship between my mother and I is healthy, however, she is a “helicopter mom.” Leaving the house is impossible unless she knows every detail beforehand. Despite this, she still texts me frequently after I left the house. It is understandable her knowing that I am okay comforts her, but her worry is on an intolerable level. In this situation we discussed how I should travel to my boyfriend’s house in Chicago this summer. When explaining I wanted to go to Chicago area near the end of the
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I have seen Addition from near the time i could start to have my first memories. many of my family members were at one time addicts many still are their are a few who aren't thankfully my father is one of them, my mom does smoke periodically, but i don't see an issue with that. it's the harder things that are problematic. i know one of my family members does a number of those drugs. she has even spreaded it to other family members. they have tried to get help several time but every time has failed
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My imperfections have effects on not only myself but my family as well.When joining the army I told my wife my goals and expectations. If i was chaptered out of the army because i couldn't adapt to army standards my wife who holds me at a very high standard would be disappointed , discouraged and become very worried. Disappointed because she expects alot from me not just at home as a father and husband, but at work as a hard worker and man as well. She expects me to be all that i can be and all that
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cycle theory by Erikson, my family, as a whole, is a part of two stages. Erikson compiled his information to make the stages by dividing them into psychological crisis. My parents are considered to be in Erikson’s seventh stage. This stage focuses on generativity versus stagnation. The other stage that my siblings and I are in is Erikson’s sixth stage. The sixth stage focuses on intimacy versus isolation. Specifically for myself, I see this stage to be prevalent in my life in the sense that being
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