...Cultural Autobiographical Paper A culture childhood experience that I could remember is getting really sick with the flu. I had never been so sick in my entire life, or so that’s what I thought at that time. I didn’t have an appetite and I had an awful cough. My parents never went to the hospital unless it involves a broken hand or someone bleeding to death. Everything was treated by essential oils, herbal teas, and rest. I can’t exactly remember my age, but I do remember it was close to Christmas because we had our tree up and it was freezing cold outside. My dad, back in the day, would work night shifts so he was home with me that morning. My mom came in my room that day and told me to stay home. She told me to put on a sweater and thick sweat pants so I would stay warm. Before she left for work, she put a huge comforter on my bed and told me to lay under it even though it would get hot. Once my dad woke up he made me some herbal raspberry tea to drink and gave me some essential peppermint oil to put on my throat to relax my coughing. My muscles ached and I felt like my head would exploded from hurting so bad but I never thought it was strange that I wasn’t taken to see a doctor. I sweated it out and the next morning I felt a lot better. My muscles...
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...During my last school holidays, I spent a few days at my cousin’s house at Morib, a well-known sea resort. I shall never forget that visit. On the day I arrived at Morib, my cousin told me that he would do to make my stay there a very interesting one. He said that he would make a raft to use it in the sea. Then he would buy fishing net to catch some fish in the shallow water near the coast. When I heard all this, I was very delighted because it was one of the reasons that I had decided to visit my cousin. We then walked up to the beach which is near his house. While we were there, sometime in the evening, the sea looked extremely beautiful. I saw the islands and hills in the distance, the birds in the air, and a few boys and girls playing on the beach. I also saw some fishermen coming out of the water with their catch. All this was indeed very interesting to look at. On the next day, my cousin and I collected some tree trunks from the forest nearby. As my cousin’s house is close to the sea, we decided to make the raft on the beach itself. It took us almost the whole morning to make the raft. We then had our lunch and went to Banting, the nearest town, to buy fishing net. After that we returned to my cousin’s house. In the evening we put the raft on the sea. The water was still high, but the raft floated quite well. My cousin and I sat on it and began to row it by using the oars that we had made ourselves. We felt very happy indeed and continued to row it. We remained...
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...Dear Madam, I am writing to complain about the “fortnight”’s holiday with your agency (if you call eight days so–I am not so keen on Maths ). My holiday with your company did not correspond to what the advertisement claims. Firstly, the advert states that five activities would be offered every day but in fact we were offered only two per day. Secondly, the advert promises one three-day camping expedition to introduce the joys of group-work. Unfortunately, we couldn’t even pitch the tents! Thirdly, it says that our “day off” would be full of the varied, remarkable and relaxing games cited in the leaflet at the residential centre. Actually, the centre was found full so they put us in a youth hostel, instead, some seven kilometres away with no buses and no taxis. For the relaxing games and the remarkable facilities, we were provided with a broken tennis table and used pack of cards. Besides, your company promises comfortable double rooms and memorable delicious meals for accommodation. To our astonishment, the only comfort we found was very dirty bed –clothes and disgusting meals. In general, our holiday was far from the one you had made us expect and the promises you had made us dream of. As a result of all these non-kept promises, I feel like I have been betrayed because I kept my promise of paying you and you did not. The only thing in your leaflet which is true is when you promise in the very introduction that the holiday with you will be an experience we...
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...Patient Although there is really never a right time to die or even witness death, it is important to acknowledge that death is a reality, and that all health care practitioners will be subjected to death at some point. For that reason, I raise the question; is there an appropriate time to lose a patient? From my perspective the answer is yes, and for good reason. Having recently finished twelve weeks of Internal Medicine, the first of my core third year rotations, I vividly remember the excitement I felt when walking into the hospital. I knew all the work I accomplished in the classroom was about to be put to good use. I had the opportunity to help interns, residents, and attendings to positively impact individuals’ lives. I would see patients with diseases that I had previously only encountered in textbooks, although I knew that these textbooks rarely highlight and explain the pain and suffering that accompany these pathologies. In fact, my studies to that point had left me with some naivete, which I must assume all medical students experience when first starting clinical work. We are excited to see cases we read about, although we often forget that many of these ailments take the lives of those afflicted. Throughout our education, we transform conditions into hypothetical situations, rarely developing an understanding of their severity. It is easy to regard a set of symptoms as fiction or case study, and it was only through experience that I discovered that we must not be...
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...experience: Narrative When I was 7 years old, I had my best experience. I went on a holiday with my family, so it was very special for me. We went there by plane. It was so comfortable but a bit noisy. First, we went our hotel. It was a very big pool and it is located near the sea. On the first day, we didlots of different activities. I enjoyed very much. On the second day, I went to scuba-diving with my father. It was fascinating. At night, we went to one of the most famous restaurants in the region and had wonderful meals. We stayed there for a week. After one week, we returned to our home. It was the best memory of my childhood and I'll never forget my first holiday with my family. The worst experience: Narrative I went to the Emergency Room for the first time when I was eleven years old. When I was riding a bike in front of my grandmother's house, I tried to do a trick. I messed it up in the end and headed to the ground with my hands down. I fell hard on the ground, my left wrist was twisted the wrong way. At first it did not hurt at all, but a short time later when I looked at my warped and twisted ankles, sudden excruciating pain, my whole body was wrapped. Rolling around on the ground yelling and cussing in pain, my parents saw what happened and came running to my aid. After about ten minutes of yelling and screaming, I finally got up and held my wrist as I walked to the car. The whole way to the hospital the pain got worse and worse. Later I foound out the increase in...
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...most practical idea that I learned from reading chapter one is the idea from Nisbett and his colleagues that “culture has an influence on how people categorize.” They conducted an experiment with a Chinese child and an American child. Each child was shown two groups of three pictures, one group included a mother, father, and child, the other group included a seagull, the sky, and a dog. Both children were asked which two from each group paired together. The Chinese child said that the mother and child went together as well as the sky and the seagull. The American child said that the mother and father went together, as did the dog and the seagull. Nisbett inferred that the Chinese child used a “contextual/ situational” view while the American...
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...Being able to do this without judging anyone was hard, but it was something I knew I would have to learn to do at some point. Being able to observe different cultures without judgment is a very hard task to accomplish, especially when you are someone like me who has an opinion about everything. It was a challenge for me to learn that I had to be able to look at someone or something that is different than what believe and accept it for what it is or isn’t. I had a hard time, in the beginning, not judging the people I observed or worked with throughout this experience. One of the hardest times I had with not judging people was when I was in the nursing home. Being around elderly people is tough to begin with, but working with them in a setting that they do not want to be in is even more difficult. I worked in the nursing home over a period of time during the weekends. I would do different activities each time I was there, and I worked among many different types of people. Some of my favorite days were the days that I would get to sit with the elderly women and paint their fingernails. They loved having all the attention on them. I never realized how unloved they felt because of the fact that they were in a nursing home. These women would tell me stories of their childhoods, their families, and things they wanted to do at that time. It was incredible how all of these women craved attention. I also loved being able to act as a granddaughter to these elderly men and women...
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...an outline used to perform this essay. ENGLISH 106 3 A Family Reunion With this assignment, I have chosen “A Family Reunion” to incorporate within my thesis statement. I believe that this topic is best suited for me because my family has never had a happy or joyous reunion that I can remember. The disease of alcoholism runs very deep within the family history, and for that reason, I grew up in a very dysfunctional family setting. With that being stated, I will begin by saying, “Family Reunions are nothing but chaos, arguments, and showing off. Nothing enjoyable or happily memorable ever arises from having times put aside for this said occasion.” My parents were divorced when I was only 4 years old and to this day I still see the burnt images of their final argument instilled within my mind. My mother, rest her soul, had done what she could for our family, regardless of the fact that my father had given absolutely no support for the 9 children. I remember seeing my father, maybe twice, within the time of the divorce and my 12th birthday. My mother had serious health issues; however, she still managed to take care of all 9 of us. Alcoholism, a very cunning disease, runs deep through my family history. I am a recovering alcoholic myself with almost 2 years of sobriety. I have been on and off the wagon several times. When alcohol is introduced into a gathering alcoholic...
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...in the world? I would answer my grandfather without any hesitation. When I was little, my grandpa took much care of me, and he also picked me up from school every weekday, because both of my parents were busy with their work. My grandfather was not only a family leader and a farmer, but also a mentor and a wonderful grandpa for me. He was a very perseverant person, and he taught me many things that I cannot learn from school, such as the hard-working spirit, optimistic attitude, frugal lifestyle and the philosophy to deal with problems. Besides, my grandpa was generous and loved to help the underprivileged. Therefore, my grandfather was the person whom I admire and respect most. My grandfather was a hard-working farmer. Living in the countryside, my grandfather owned a piece of land to grow grains. It seemed that he had no holiday because he worked in the farm every single day, wearing a raincoat on rainy days and putting on a straw hat under the heating sun. Whenever he picked me up from school, instead of going back home directly, he always took me to see his farm first. I sat on the back of grandpa’s bicycle, and enjoyed the view of crops glowing in the sunset. Every time when we were there, he would read a Chinese poem, “How many of you realize that each grain in your rice plate is a result of hard labor.” in order to tell me how hard it was to grow the crops. Besides, he tried to be the model for me not to waste any food. For example, my grandpa never left anything in...
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...Part #1 I feel my personal goals, attitude and readiness are all equally balanced. I’m not currently trying to loose weight but to simply tone my body. In the last two years I’ve dropped an estimated 25-30 pounds and am quite happy at this point. Like I said toning my body is a different struggle now, being that loosing weight does not automatically add muscle. I consider myself a moderate exercise enthusiast, and I have what I call “winter syndrome.” I literally cut my exercise in half during the winter season, I’m completely sure that this is due to me hating the cold, and I also take into consideration that most of my physical activities that I participate in are outdoors/summer related. I’m currently engaging myself in more winter activities such as: snow boarding, and possibly ice skating but…stay tuned! Part #2 Hunger and eating cues would have to be my strong point. I feel that I have a good grip of control when it comes to dodging bad snacks and avoiding eating out. I have changed my way of eating and thinking, and this has helped me control my appetite for the last two years. There are definitely times when I crave Doritos or Oreos but I have learned how to replace those with foods that satisfy me and are healthy. My down fall here would be when we are at parties or family functions, because this seems to be the only type of food that people provide during these get-togethers. This could be that they are affordable, and come in party sizes, and let’s not forget the fact...
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...If you looked up the word “nurse” in the dictionary, it would be defined as “a person trained to care for the sick”. In my experiences I have determined that it means so much more than that. Anyone who has been admitted into a hospital, or had a loved one in a hospital knows that it’s the nurses who make your experience better. A nurse is one the first people to hold a newborn baby, and they’re the support when you lose a loved one. Nursing is more than a profession and that is why I want to be a nurse. My personal experiences, the experiences of my loved ones, and the nature of the profession are why I want to be a nurse. The first time that I remember encountering a nurse was a particularly memorable one. My grandma has had terminal cancer for as long as I can remember. As a child I would spend all summer at her house on the lake and among the memories of baking in the sun and playing in the sand I can vividly remember the nurse who cared for her. Every two weeks she would receive a treatment administered by a nurse who came to her house. While my older sister Rebecca had no interest, I was always so captivated by what she was doing and stayed by her side for the entire time. Placing the IV into a “port” as my grandma called it (a catheter located near the collarbone), using the machine, the equipment and all of the tools were so fascinating to me. Aside from what she did medically, it was really the way she treated my grandma that made such an impact on me. My Grandma...
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...Growing up I was very close to my grandfather. It began on my first day of elementary school. I would go to his house every day after school since my parents were working. As a child we created such an inseparable bond, my grandpa became my best friend. My favorite memories with him consisted of him sharing stories about being in the army, going out to dinner on the weekends and cooking together. However, as I got older, our relationship began to change. Seeing him every day turned into every other week, then a few times a month, then only on holidays. Disbelief hit unexpectedly. My grandfather became a victim of Alzheimer’s. Alzheimer's is a horrible disease that not only robs your memories but also your loved ones of the past. When my family...
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...How you spent your last holiday (Describe my last holiday) During my last school holidays, I spent a few days at my cousin’s house at Morib, a well-known sea resort. I shall never forget that visit. On the day I arrived at Morib, my cousin told me that he would do to make my stay there a very interesting one. He said that he would make a raft to use it in the sea. Then he would buy fishing net to catch some fish in the shallow water near the coast. When I heard all this, I was very delighted because it was one of the reasons that I had decided to visit my cousin. We then walked up to the beach which is near his house. While we were there, sometime in the evening, the sea looked extremely beautiful. I saw the islands and hills in the distance, the birds in the air, and a few boys and girls playing on the beach. I also saw some fishermen coming out of the water with their catch. All this was indeed very interesting to look at. On the next day, my cousin and I collected some tree trunks from the forest nearby. As my cousin’s house is close to the sea, we decided to make the raft on the beach itself. It took us almost the whole morning to make the raft. We then had our lunch and went to Banting, the nearest town, to buy fishing net. After that we returned to my cousin’s house. In the evening we put the raft on the sea. The water was still high, but the raft floated quite well. My cousin and I sat on it and began to row it by using the oars that we had made ourselves...
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...This I believe I believe in forgiveness or the power to forgive. As a child, if I was treated as I thought badly, I would hold on to all that anger and hate that I felt. I would never show people how I felt, if they hurt me. I honestly blamed my father for everything even if he didn’t have anything to do with the situation. When I was five, he stopped coming around to see me. I didn’t see him for holidays or even just to say hi. Eventually, all communication was cut off because he didn’t want anything to do with me. As I got older, I got out of control. I was kicked out of my mom’s house, so I blamed it on my dad, I had to switch schools, blamed it on my dad. I blamed everything on him. I struggled for years which ended in a lot of dysfunctional relationships; I really had no ambitions to go to college. I did things that I look back now and I say what was I thinking? But while I did those things I blamed everything on him. He was the root of all my pain and anger. About nine years ago, I met a man, who is now my husband. We got married in 2011 and had a daughter in 2012. Who just turned one! Throughout my entire pregnancy, I started to fear that she would hold resentment towards to me I was to hurt her or something would happen. I was so convinced that I would mess things up with her or my husband. My dad is always in the back of my mind. I’ve said a lot of hurtful things to him that I would never be able to handle if she would say them to me. I knew what I had to do. So...
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...State’s citizens. Soma is used as a cure for everything, keeps the citizens “sane”, and enslaves everyone in the world state. I disagree with the use of soma in this utopian society. I felt very distressed that soma was used to cure everything and anything that could possibly happen to the citizens of world state. Lenina says to Bernard, “I don’t understand anything, why you don’t take soma when you have these dreadful ideas of yours. You’d forget all about them. And instead of feeling miserable, you’d be jolly. So jolly” (Huxley 92). The fact that soma was taken to get rid of even the slightest feeling of unhappiness was alarming to me because it is very normal to feel unhappy during some times of your life. Unhappiness is just one of the hundreds of emotions that humans are supposed to feel, these emotions are what make us who we are and without them, what do we become? We would become machines. As great as it may sound to be happy all the time, I think that experiencing other emotions is a part of life that the citizens of world state would never get to fully experience. Moreover, I felt saddened by how the citizens of the world state were completely unaware of their surroundings when they took these so called “soma-holidays”. As Huxley explains, “Lenina felt herself entitled, after this day of queerness and horror to a complete and absolute holiday. As soon as they got back to the rest-house, she swallowed six half-gramme tablets of soma, lay down on her bed, and within...
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