I would like to be intern at a work place where I can be understood and accepted the way I am. I also would like to discover the difference between a regular job and a job in at a corporate office. I am stress about the schedule and the work duties that I would have to do. I feel like the difference between the Year Up program and the internship would be very different, but I feel that I would do a better job in my internship than in the program, because I feel that I will be representing my community and Year Up and that makes me more responsible. I am financially worry and planning my budget and my time management would be more challenging because I would only depend on the success of my internship and now I have to support my parents since they are unemployed now. I have a lot of anxiety because I don’t know what would happen If I don’t get hire or if I fail in the process. I enjoyed my journey through L&D and I hope that my experience at my internship will make me stronger and that I will come out of there with more knowledge and skills.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Silent Night.
Silent night .
I love silent., I find it peacefully reassuring and inspiring, silent helps me to concentrate, dream, plan, and listen to myself . I believe that in our moments of silence we find the answers for our own questions. My ideas are widely vivid when I just lay down for a moment and think . My words and my pen are always ready to hear me . What always happens when I am silent is that my dreams come out. Many times I am afraid to dream to high… I guess coming back to reality is my fear. I guess I prefer to build up plans , but once again I tend to be scare of failing, then I think about destiny, my future.The future the one that feels so close but yet so distance , the unpredictable , unexpected future.‘’Future is constantly changing’’ nothing is for sure in the future, nothing is secure. I have plans of course I do, I dream, I love to do!, but that future freeze me up, like if I am a prisoner of time , time that keep on going and going, never waiting for the richest, never stopping for the poorest. The clock keeps moving fast, but I guess this second is what I want to embrace , this second is what I want to call my own , this very second is what I want to live, is what I want to decide on. This is my present this is my life this is my moment and when the future comes I want to change it again for my sweet enjoyable present.
I love silent., I find it peacefully reassuring and inspiring, silent helps me to concentrate, dream, plan, and listen to myself . I believe that in our moments of silence we find the answers for our own questions. My ideas are widely vivid when I just lay down for a moment and think . My words and my pen are always ready to hear me . What always happens when I am silent is that my dreams come out. Many times I am afraid to dream to high… I guess coming back to reality is my fear. I guess I prefer to build up plans , but once again I tend to be scare of failing, then I think about destiny, my future.The future the one that feels so close but yet so distance , the unpredictable , unexpected future.‘’Future is constantly changing’’ nothing is for sure in the future, nothing is secure. I have plans of course I do, I dream, I love to do!, but that future freeze me up, like if I am a prisoner of time , time that keep on going and going, never waiting for the richest, never stopping for the poorest. The clock keeps moving fast, but I guess this second is what I want to embrace , this second is what I want to call my own , this very second is what I want to live, is what I want to decide on. This is my present this is my life this is my moment and when the future comes I want to change it again for my sweet enjoyable present.
I lovely hate my parents.
I lovely hate my parents.
Samantha’ ….. My mom screams at me very single time she sees me that doesn’t seem to change regardless of my age or the level of maturity I demonstrate. If you ask my mom about me, she would probably describe me as her pain . I been always been so different from my sister who I describe as a winner faker crying actress of the family, she is my mom’s spoil daughter and not she is not younger than me, Claudia actually is ten years older than me, but acts as my little sister. My mother religion makes me admire her, but also split us up. She is a highly spiritual person, she loves to go to church pray and adore god, however I feel that sometimes she is too stubborn on her beliefs that in my opinion she forgets about the real world and the actions and decisions that we as individuals have to make instead on just waiting for god to fix everything. My dad in the other hand is everything my mom is not, he is outgoing, liberal , rebel and self determine . I admire my dad also , but I see his ego ruins his strengths. My parents are not to follow role models. I love them deeply in my heart , but I since their divorce my parents lost their authority over me. I accepted my mom is right I’m rebel by nature. After their divorce my mother decided to leave, I believe her weakness and lack of character pushed her to leave as far as she could. I don’t blame her , she had a heart broken and hopes for a better life. My dad decided to move in with her mistress and my sister was luckily old enough to move in with her now husband. I felt most of the time like a left over , and unwanted piece that nobody wanted. I lived with most of my relatives, jumping from house to house. Through my experience I learn to take care of myself I learn to survive , there were a lot of moments when I need it a mom to guide me or to take care of me when I was sick however Bibiana was never there for me.
My supposed super hero Rolando was having to much fun drinking and pleasing his new wife that he also was unreachable . I don’t judge my parents for their action, but I cant justified them either. Growing up I thought that my parents were the worse parents in the world, I hated them, specially when I cried at night when I needed them. Today I am a mother and at first becoming a caring mother was frightening for me, I never had a real mom, so for me becoming a mom and not repeating the mistakes that my parents did is and it will always be my personal goal. The years past and I try to understand some of my parents decisions. I have to say that I am bless to have the parents I have because them without them and the life they gave me I would be different. My hardship independence and courage to face things by myself are some of the most precious gifts I gained by being abandoned by my parents. I guess sometimes monsters don’t exist to only scare you , but to help you overcome your fears and find your courage. Today I am filling an immigration petition for both of them, ironically I am the one who is making a difference for them proving myself that I am a forgiver.
Samantha’ ….. My mom screams at me very single time she sees me that doesn’t seem to change regardless of my age or the level of maturity I demonstrate. If you ask my mom about me, she would probably describe me as her pain . I been always been so different from my sister who I describe as a winner faker crying actress of the family, she is my mom’s spoil daughter and not she is not younger than me, Claudia actually is ten years older than me, but acts as my little sister. My mother religion makes me admire her, but also split us up. She is a highly spiritual person, she loves to go to church pray and adore god, however I feel that sometimes she is too stubborn on her beliefs that in my opinion she forgets about the real world and the actions and decisions that we as individuals have to make instead on just waiting for god to fix everything. My dad in the other hand is everything my mom is not, he is outgoing, liberal , rebel and self determine . I admire my dad also , but I see his ego ruins his strengths. My parents are not to follow role models. I love them deeply in my heart , but I since their divorce my parents lost their authority over me. I accepted my mom is right I’m rebel by nature. After their divorce my mother decided to leave, I believe her weakness and lack of character pushed her to leave as far as she could. I don’t blame her , she had a heart broken and hopes for a better life. My dad decided to move in with her mistress and my sister was luckily old enough to move in with her now husband. I felt most of the time like a left over , and unwanted piece that nobody wanted. I lived with most of my relatives, jumping from house to house. Through my experience I learn to take care of myself I learn to survive , there were a lot of moments when I need it a mom to guide me or to take care of me when I was sick however Bibiana was never there for me.
My supposed super hero Rolando was having to much fun drinking and pleasing his new wife that he also was unreachable . I don’t judge my parents for their action, but I cant justified them either. Growing up I thought that my parents were the worse parents in the world, I hated them, specially when I cried at night when I needed them. Today I am a mother and at first becoming a caring mother was frightening for me, I never had a real mom, so for me becoming a mom and not repeating the mistakes that my parents did is and it will always be my personal goal. The years past and I try to understand some of my parents decisions. I have to say that I am bless to have the parents I have because them without them and the life they gave me I would be different. My hardship independence and courage to face things by myself are some of the most precious gifts I gained by being abandoned by my parents. I guess sometimes monsters don’t exist to only scare you , but to help you overcome your fears and find your courage. Today I am filling an immigration petition for both of them, ironically I am the one who is making a difference for them proving myself that I am a forgiver.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Please, Translate That Into English.
Please Translate that into English
Recently I heard a story ,that change the way I think about languages. The story was simple, but to me makes sense. The story says that in ancient times the whole humanity spoke only one language, united the civilization decided that together they should build a tower tall enough that would reach the sky, so that they all could climb up to heaven. With only one language the civilization did not had any communication problem, in fact it was so easy to understand each other, that building the tower was so easy peaceful and unified. Sadly their god furiously destroyed the tower, and divide the civilizations into small tribes and not only that, he also decided that the punishment would be that every tribe should speak a different language, so they would never understand each other again. I love to learn new languages, it is fascinating to me the diversity and complexity of every single language I know, even thought learning languages is exciting to me sometimes learning languages don’t always has the gratifying outcome that I expected. One of the most common things I see in those who don’t speak English and speak other language, is the hardship that they have to face, injustices, misunderstandings , fear and sometimes even human cruelty. It is frustrating to me when I see language as a barrier for growth or mutual respect between races. Not enough understanding between races creates frustrations and in cases leads to aggression, stress, segregation .etc In battles one common attack strategy is by applying codes that only the army understands, but now the way I see words is as highly weapons. I value communication, I believe that by talking and expressing my thoughts is fairly my only shoot to implant, my personal thoughts into somebody else’s mind that’s why to me communicating and learning to expand not only my tongues, but the cultures and traditions that languages open to me, in other words the new the worlds I’m able to translate and finally understand. One of the most remarkable experience I gained by jumping from one language to another ,is that the only thing that we might not see or understand from others that don’t speak our same language is to understand that emotions are universal and even though we might not understand each other language , feelings are always standard ,they could be written in so many words but translate in just one single meaning. For Example ‘’love’’. regardless of our race ,sex , color, and differences we still having feelings as our common unify weapons.
Recently I heard a story ,that change the way I think about languages. The story was simple, but to me makes sense. The story says that in ancient times the whole humanity spoke only one language, united the civilization decided that together they should build a tower tall enough that would reach the sky, so that they all could climb up to heaven. With only one language the civilization did not had any communication problem, in fact it was so easy to understand each other, that building the tower was so easy peaceful and unified. Sadly their god furiously destroyed the tower, and divide the civilizations into small tribes and not only that, he also decided that the punishment would be that every tribe should speak a different language, so they would never understand each other again. I love to learn new languages, it is fascinating to me the diversity and complexity of every single language I know, even thought learning languages is exciting to me sometimes learning languages don’t always has the gratifying outcome that I expected. One of the most common things I see in those who don’t speak English and speak other language, is the hardship that they have to face, injustices, misunderstandings , fear and sometimes even human cruelty. It is frustrating to me when I see language as a barrier for growth or mutual respect between races. Not enough understanding between races creates frustrations and in cases leads to aggression, stress, segregation .etc In battles one common attack strategy is by applying codes that only the army understands, but now the way I see words is as highly weapons. I value communication, I believe that by talking and expressing my thoughts is fairly my only shoot to implant, my personal thoughts into somebody else’s mind that’s why to me communicating and learning to expand not only my tongues, but the cultures and traditions that languages open to me, in other words the new the worlds I’m able to translate and finally understand. One of the most remarkable experience I gained by jumping from one language to another ,is that the only thing that we might not see or understand from others that don’t speak our same language is to understand that emotions are universal and even though we might not understand each other language , feelings are always standard ,they could be written in so many words but translate in just one single meaning. For Example ‘’love’’. regardless of our race ,sex , color, and differences we still having feelings as our common unify weapons.
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