Learning Autobiography

My mother is a enormous factor in my ethical thinking. Till I was about five years old it was just me and her. She is a strong working women and nothing can stop her. For the longest time I didn’t really think anything about it. It was just me and my mom against the world. I came to realize that she was someone I wanted to grow up to be. No matter what happened she was always there for me. Another big factor was my Aunt. She was about sixteen when I was born and thought the world of me. No matter if she was really young she would help my mom take care of me. She was never afraid to tell me what was right and wrong. With my aunt being so young I saw her grow up into a mature adult. Many people I am friends with are because

When I first saw in the syllabus the type of paper we would be writing for this course I thought about what culture means to me. What was the culture of my family? Where did we come from? How did we end up in Virginia? How did we end up believing some of the things we believe? To me culture was basically how I was raised—my behaviors, beliefs, values, and ideas cultivated during my youth and its evolvement as I grew into an adult. This truly was to be a very interesting and involved quest for information. Though I attempted to use websites such as www.genealogy.com and www.ancestry.com, I found most of the information from a couple of the adults in my family. Adults? I, too, am an adult, but in my family, age comes

I was born into a world of diversity, although not in the way that most people might think. My world is the world of medical disabilities. This may seem like a sad and scary world, but it’s a world full of amazing, unique people who have faced adversity. I was born with Caudal Regression syndrome, a congenital disorder in which there is an abnormal development in my spine. This disorder brings along many issues, including a solitary kidney, issues with the function of my colon and bladder, and deformation in the feet. Facing these issues meant I would spend a lot of time in the hospital. There I met magnificent people who changed my perspective on life, and pushed me towards positivity.

Writing has always been a love – hate relationship of mine. In the past, I have had many writing experiences, both good and bad. I find many things involved with writing both simple and difficult. But in the end, I hope to become a better writer, so it can play an important role in my future.

My earliest memories of being read to were when I was five years of age and my

I can hear my heart pumping faster and faster. With every breath, it pumps a little faster. I count each person ahead of me in my roll. Pam will read paragraph one. Carl has paragraph two and Donna will read paragraph four. That means I will read paragraph five. I go over every word making sure I can pronounce each one correctly. I am not aware of what the others have read. My only concern is not to make a mistake. It is my turn. Yes, I made it. Wow, glad that is over! What I have described is my early reading experience in elementary school. Reading was not something you did for pleasure. Reading was something you maneuvered through making sure you didn’t explored by the bombs of vocabulary. It was not something you enjoyed. My parents were very strict about education. They knew their children were intelligent, so if you were not doing well in school you were playing around. I remember every time I had to read or go to the board to answer a problem, I would always make a mistake. I believe it was due to the amount of stress of possible failure. When my teacher told my parents that I was having a problem at school they thought I was just being lazy. I was immediately punished.

I was not the kind of kid who his mother would read stories at bedtime. I was being taught on how to read and write on my first year at elementary school, this is where my earliest memories laid. My first time writing was as practice for calligraphy, and my earliest memory of reading is at first grade. There was a book for first graders to learn how words sound; it was a blue book I remember. Another thing that comes to my memory when remembering those times is how me and the other children would compete on who was reading better and the funny thing is not even one of us knew how to, it was something completely unknown to us. These few memories I have are mostly positive as it was fun to learn new things with my new friends those being

This autobiography will suffice as an explanation of prior academic learning that I’ve acquired over a 31-year span of my work and educational lifetime. My learning autobiography will display how I’ve been promoted through the ranks of each company I spent the most time with, gaining lasting knowledge along the way, it is here that I will demonstrate my experiential learning. Throughout my career, there have been many opportunities for me to partake in on-the-job-training and workshops to get the skills that have allowed me to strengthen my abilities of professionalism. With the training, I’ve acquired you will get a grasp of how I got the information that I have applied to real-life situations and have developed consequently thereof.

This is where I met my first friend, Olivia. This was also the age when I started learning piano. As soon as I smashed the keys on the piano for the first time, I knew I loved piano. During my lessons, my piano teacher would make sure I had fun and would keep me interested by playing a game that had to do with piano, or having a two minute dance party, and from that, I still love piano to this day. As a toddler, before I started school, I was happy, but I was sort of shy. I wouldn’t talk to anybody until I was with them for a while. Once I got to know somebody and liked them, I would just keep on talking and wouldn’t be quiet. Finally, I turned five and could start kindergarten. My teacher was Mrs. Hertz. I loved kindergarten because I made great memories and many friends that I still have today!. I also started taking swimming lessons when I was five. I don’t swim anymore, but I still love

As a reader I believe that I can relate to many students because I am an educator that hates to read. I have always hated to read and growing up I would do the most in order to avoid reading. With this being said I learned the importance of this skill after many years of avoidance. It was my junior year of high school when I recognized the importance of reading and understanding literature. the ability to read and comprehend is huge part of an indivdual's success academically. I learned the that one must understand what they are reading order to be truly "literate." Reading as a skill is more than just the ability to read the words on the presented.

From what I am able to remember in my earlier childhood memories, my mother had sat me down and was teaching me the very basics of writing. We started with the simplest form, which was writing my name, it took some time to get the used to. After that, she assigned me more writing in the afternoons. She would ask me to write how my day had gone; she would then check it thoroughly for misspelling. Mostly those experiences were very unsatisfying because she would discipline me after I had the same misspelling countless times. Mostly it was like going to school twice a day. From the time, I would get up early for school, and then come home. I had to expect at least another 2 hours in my home. As time flew by and I got older, my mother focused

During the cool fall Saturday mornings, my dad would wake me up early to leave for rocket football games. We drove in a grey dodge truck that would jam out to music like Led Zeppelin, the Eagles, and Pink Floyd. My dad when he was younger used to play the drums, so while we were driving he would tap the steering wheel and the fold up seat in between us with the beat of the song. Those were the first moments that my passion for drumming was fueled. By late elementary school, my parents gave me some electric drum sticks that would connected to my mp3 player and would make noise with every tap. I played those for years until I reached middle school where I adapted and found another way to show my passion.

When I walk into my human geography class every morning, I make sure to say hello to a friend of mine before I sit down. This friend is special to me. To my knowledge, he is the only person in my school who has pronounced as being gay. He stands alone in our school. Only he and a few others in our community have had the courage to stand apart and exclaim that they are interested in the same sex as their own. Just so you know, I am a Christian and I was raised in a loving family with a mother and a father who taught me the ideals of a devout Christian. As a follower of Christ, I am instructed to love my neighbor as myself and I try to live up to that expectation. One social issue that is of most importance to me is the harassment of people from

I was born on February 19, 1998. I wonder if my birth date has any significance. If I thought about my birth date when I was living in South Korea, I probably thought it was worthless. I forgot to mention, I was also born in the capital of South Korea known as Seoul. You might wonder why this looks like someone’s autobiography, but let me assure you that this is a testimony. Testimony is a personal confession where God has transformed my identity throughout my life and is also a public declaration that I have accepted Jesus Christ as Lord and savior.

I was born in Qingdao, a famous tourist city in China, on November 1st, 2004 as Shao FengYue. I love the aesthetics of this name given by my grandmother from the bottom of my heart. Feng, meaning maple, was added because my birthday lacked wood, one of the five elements, according to Chinese traditions. Yue was chosen for the meaning of improve, shine the brightest today, brighter tomorrow.