The story began about a year and some months ago. Early in the Fall 2016 semester, I met a girl named Ann through a friend of mine. My first impression of Ann was that she was very pretty, but she talked a lot. I mean a lot! After I met her, the three of us began to hangout a couple of times each week. Even though she talked a lot it was fun having her around because of the energy she brought to any situation. At first, I felt that being around her drained my energy, but I eventually got accustomed to it, and grew to feed off it. After warming up to Ann, I discovered that we got along very well. We both enjoyed our long conversations together. We often discussed family life, backgrounds, sharing stories and life experiences that we remembered, future goals, passions, and so much more. One of the most important things that I personally found an interest in was her education. Ann was not exactly sure what she wanted to do. She was an education major at the time and saw herself being a teacher, but she did not really feel like she was learning anything. She wasn’t challenged by the courses, which is something she sought after. So, her and I spent a lot of time discussing these matters and really getting know each other on a deeper level. Near the end of the semester, after having discussed her educational opportunities Ann mentioned to me that she may want to take a semester off. We had several conversations about it over a period of about two weeks because I was totally
Ten years ago, I was officially a college dropout; leaving Wiley College after only two years was the biggest mistake of my life. Ten years ago, I created a narrative about the type of people who went to college. I made myself believe that college was a place exclusively for extremely smart people who came from nice middle-class families. College was not a place where an African American who lived in subsidized housing went. Although I was enrolled in college and doing quite well, I fell victim to self-doubt and ultimately believed that I did not have the ability to graduate. Consequently, after only two years, I dropped out of college.
I was surprised to learn that we had in fact more in common than I had through before hand. She had been unsure of her path after college like I have been during her senior year. She did not really know what type of program she wanted to get into until after Christmas break. Hearing such was
On June 6th (this is our friendiversary), we met at Bob Evans. Before this meeting, I was extremely nervous because I did not know what to expect. I remember the meeting being a lot of information that I would not understand until I started my career the following August. Our meeting at Bob Evans lasted four hours and there was still more that need to be talked about. At the end of our meeting, she handed over textbooks and the NGSS guide so that I could become familiar with the new standards. We agreed to meet up again once we received our school keys for the year.
The next day before class I went to my teacher to see if I can change my partner for the writing assignment. She had asked why but I didn’t want to tell her but moments later I expressed my concerns on how I feel uncomfortable around Jen because she was different from me. My teacher said sit and told me that there is nothing wrong with being a little different and that diversity is something that this school embraces. She also went on to say that even though there is a physical difference between the two we might I a lot in common, so give it a chance. When class began I was we got together with our partners and began to collet information about each other. When Jen and I got together there was kind of and awkward silence in the beginning but she started off my telling me that her birthday was December 3, 1994 and that she like r&b and hip-hop and her favorite colors were yellow and green and so much more. This huge smile rushed across my
“what major did you choose?” which is was a big silence since I didn’t say anything after that and she was trying to remember what major did she choose 4 years ago, then she answered with a serious but confused tone like she’s still trying to remember, “Um…Hmm… oh I wanted to become a social worker.” I was confused on the major she had picked since I didn’t know what is a social worker was and what they do so I asked her what is was? Which then I was able to learn that her degree is to help arrange adoptions, locate foster families, or to work to get families back together. Then I skipped further questions on her major and asked “how was college to you? Like the experience?” then she responds without hesitation “ It was a good experience because I got to study the thing I was interested in and
The college I chose for my visit is Arizona State University. When I first walked in with my dad, we were greeted by the tour guides and given folders. The folders had pages of information about ASU and the students that go there. There was an information session before the tour, so we took our seats in the lecture hall. An ASU graduate named Nyesha was the speaker at the informations session. She graduated in 2013 and now works as a tour guide. She gave us some information about the atmosphere of the school, like small class sizes, which I liked. After Nyesha Spoke, a student named Mia came into the room to tell us about her experience at ASU. She just finished her freshman year there, and she is studying microbiology. She is also apart
Sadie and I started talking at the beginning of this year. Up to this point I had never really knew her or talked to her. Sadie’s brother was in my class so only knew of her. She seemed to have everything I was looking for. She was beautiful, funny, smart (which defies the stereotype of unintelligent blondes), and overall she was just a great person. I had never talked to anyone like this girl. Based upon the model relational escalation, developed by Mark Knapp and Anita Vangelisti, we had made it to stage 3: The Exploration Stage. We
Everyday for several months was spent at one nursing home or another in which she and I would drink coffee, eat cheeseburgers, watch Reba, and plan out how "Jennifer's" dorm was going to be decorated and what university "she" would go to.
Have you ever been in a conversation where you have no clue what to say next. Have you ever been in a situation where you see someone you don't know and wanna talk to them but dont have the courage to say anything?
She sounded just as excited and anticipated as I did about my journey to college. As graduation began to approach I got more anxious to the point where I and started packing for move in even though it was still 3 months away. But on graduation day, that’s when reality started to set in on me. As once I sat
I finally decided on my words and proceed to hand her the money for the bus ride. Immediately she thanks me with extreme gratitude and tells me where she’s going and how she ended up in this situation. I told her that out of everyone here I got a special sense of truth and goodness from her which led me to give her a helping hand. It was clear that she was happy and a sense of joy came over her. I asked if I had any way to contact her to see how she’s doing months from now and she quickly gave me a email address to contact.
The other day, I was feeling extremely upset and stressed about graduate school and where I should consider going and what I needed to do to get there. All of these thoughts and worries were really starting to weigh me down. So, I decided to go visit someone very close to me to talk about what I was feeling, in hopes that maybe they could help calm me down. For the sake of confidentiality, all names have been changed. I went to Jennifer and began to tell her about all of the stress I had been feeling due to graduate school, and I told her about some of the big decisions I have to make in the near future. As I was talking to her, she was very attentive to what I was saying. She showed great attending skills by keeping eye contact, nodding her
On August 2, 1999, I was born on a Monday afternoon, at 2:30 p.m, in Hospital Conde De S. Januario. My family resided with my grandmother at Rua Formosa, Apartment 7 on the first floor. She lived behind the Cathedral of Macau, which is a famous landmark and tourist attraction. While my brother, Salman, and I were growing up, we attended the same pre-schools. One of the schools was called Seng Kung Wui. In the morning, all the grades would line up and wait for the teacher to come escort them upstairs to the classroom. I could barely last an hour without being with my brother, and I would cry if he didn't stand in my grade’s line. As a result, Sal started waiting in my line with me, until my teacher came to get my class. After I went upstairs, he would run back to his line to be with his friends. Almost everyday we wore matching outfits, and he would hold my hand while we walked inside because I did not want to be alone. After school, our Avo (grandma in Cantonese), would take us to play in the Sao Francisco Park, get ice cream, or walk through the markets to get our daily groceries. I can still remember walking through the streets and taking in all of the sights, smells, and sounds. I loved the strong aroma of spicy fish ball soup or the overwhelming scent of cigarette smoke that filled the air. The markets were filled with countless friendly faces and a wide variety of merchandise waiting to be sold.The voices of locals bartering over prices and motorcycles racing down the
We brought out the best in each other, and it was clear that there was an immense amount of love. From the beginning, Sarah recognized that I had a shy and submissive personality. The first time she called me out on it was at recess in the third grade when she claimed that Oreos were her favorite cookie. Instinctually, I agreed, but she responded with "do you actually like them or are you just saying that because I did?" I was shocked; I didn't realize how natural it was for me to agree with everything. Over the next few months, I slowly became more self-aware and was fed up with being a follower. I decided from then on that I would formulate my own opinions and make decisions for myself. Sarah always encouraged me to be independent, and her message stayed with me. Perhaps it didn't guide me through everything in life, but initially, it helped me branch out, and try new
I started out the discussion by explaining again the reason for this conversation and the intent behind it, to understand her perspective better and gain