In life at this moment “love” is a subject that has been both painful as well as pleasurable for various reasons. When we are introduced to the concept of love in a relationship, we are always given the same-modeled behavior as we grow up. We are told that love is the physical attraction between two people, who are really and truly happy with each other. Whether it is a movie, or even a fairy tale we are read every night as a child, the story is always the same. The couple is always portrayed as being worry and conflict free. It seems like in every story about love, there is always a happy ending. And then again I guess that‘s why we call it a “story”. But what if things don’t end so happily? Then who’s responsible for our hearts being broken in the end? Why is it so hard to express the hardships as well as good times of a relationship? But in reality we are being denied the full effect, the whole truth behind love, that fact that love can be pleasurable and painful.
There are some pleasant factors of love in a relationship. The feeling that there is someone who is always there for you no matter what you are going through. To add, the fact that it feels good to know that you have someone who you can call upon for comfort. The enjoyment you get when you hear “I love you” before you go to sleep, and as soon as you wake up. The feeling you get after that is priceless. There is no questioning that you can find that same type person within your friends and family, but the feeling that this person is neither a family member nor a friend, is what makes the feeling worth the while. And of course the obvious factor which is, that there is someone right beside you when you need that romantic cuddling in the middle of the night. Nevertheless, you are confident that, that love one will always be there when you need them, and that trust is the greatest feeling in the world.
Along with the pleasant sides of love, there are also the unpleasant sides as well. There are the details that most stories, movies, and even original fairy tales refuse to mention as we grow up. Details that seem like we are just expected to experience and get through ourselves, the “heartaches of love.” It is extremely difficult to figure out for yourself what to do when you can’t trust a person, mainly because you have had your heart broken too many times before. And when every single night you are dealing with arguments that lead to more arguments, and your wondering if things would ever get better. And when it comes a point in the relationship that whenever you call their phone and there’s no answer, you can’t help but think that they are doing something wrong. The countless times they give you an excuse as to why they didn’t come over. And you are totally unprepared for the time when you find out that the one you deeply love is cheating on you. How do you deal with the pain? Some say you will be okay, and that life moves on. But realistically it is not that easy to do.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Inspirational Reading
" Learning to Read", by Malcolm X is an excellent inspirational story, that I highly recommend to many. The story enables you to imagine the mental and physical pain that African Americans endured at that time. Nevertheless, throughout it all, there were still people like Malcolm X who took the initiative to teach themselves inorder to further their knowledge.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Two things that disappointed me during my winter vacation
There were two main things that disappointed me during my winter holidays, my Auntie got sicker and my close friend ended up in the hospital. I left The Mount on December 14, 2007 with the thought that I would be free for five whole weeks. I was so excited, because for five weeks I did not have to worry about homework, test, or even writing papers. I believed I was worry-free. The only thing that was on my mind was going to San Bernardino to stay with my best friend at Cal State San Bernardino, and everything else after that would fall in place. Nevertheless, there were a few hold-ups before and after my trip to San Bernardino.
The first event that disappointed me during the winter vacation was, my Auntie getting sick, and since I was not around I could not be there for her or my cousins. About three days before I was to leave, my mother received a phone call from my Auntie. When my mother got off the phone, I could tell that something was wrong; my mother is not very good at hiding her facial expression no matter how hard she tries. About three years ago my Auntie was diagnosed with breast cancer, so she has been through numerous amounts of chemo and radiation therapy. Without hesitation I asked my mother if everything was okay. And that’s when she began to explain to me that things were going from bad to worse. For a few months my Aunt has been experiencing swelling and pain in her right arm, and nobody really understood why until now. Come to find out due to so much radiation therapy her nerves in her arm and fingers are damaged. So she has now been diagnosed with Erb’s Palsy, the same disability that I was diagnosed with at birth. This means that we have little or no motion in our arm or hand.
The second event that disappointed me during my winter vacation was my close friend being in the hospital, and as a friend I needed to be there. About a week before I returned to school. One of my close friends from high school had got sick and was in the hospital. Since birth she was diagnosed with sickle cell anemia, so throughout her life she has been in and out of the hospital with what the doctors call a “crisis”. From what I have witnessed after many days of visitation for the past four years, when she experiences a crisis it is really painful and the only way to get through it is throw medication like antibiotics and also IV fluids. And sometimes she may need a blood transfusion as well. This time was different, and I would never forget it, this day was full of emotions that took prayer to get through. Not only was she in a lot of pain, but she was also going through some personal issues that did not allow her to get any better, only worse. At this point in her life it was extremely important for her to realize that she had a lot of friends and family members who cared about her, and that she could not give up without a fight. I believe that once she understood that, she started to look at life a whole lot differently.
Even though there was some sorrow during my vacation I did have fun and go to San Bernardino to stay with my best friend. As a result I guess I could say that my winter vacation was not really a disappointment in the since that I learned a valuable lesson from both situation. I learned that everything happens for a reason, and that you should be grateful for what you have or even in some cases, for what you don’t have.
The first event that disappointed me during the winter vacation was, my Auntie getting sick, and since I was not around I could not be there for her or my cousins. About three days before I was to leave, my mother received a phone call from my Auntie. When my mother got off the phone, I could tell that something was wrong; my mother is not very good at hiding her facial expression no matter how hard she tries. About three years ago my Auntie was diagnosed with breast cancer, so she has been through numerous amounts of chemo and radiation therapy. Without hesitation I asked my mother if everything was okay. And that’s when she began to explain to me that things were going from bad to worse. For a few months my Aunt has been experiencing swelling and pain in her right arm, and nobody really understood why until now. Come to find out due to so much radiation therapy her nerves in her arm and fingers are damaged. So she has now been diagnosed with Erb’s Palsy, the same disability that I was diagnosed with at birth. This means that we have little or no motion in our arm or hand.
The second event that disappointed me during my winter vacation was my close friend being in the hospital, and as a friend I needed to be there. About a week before I returned to school. One of my close friends from high school had got sick and was in the hospital. Since birth she was diagnosed with sickle cell anemia, so throughout her life she has been in and out of the hospital with what the doctors call a “crisis”. From what I have witnessed after many days of visitation for the past four years, when she experiences a crisis it is really painful and the only way to get through it is throw medication like antibiotics and also IV fluids. And sometimes she may need a blood transfusion as well. This time was different, and I would never forget it, this day was full of emotions that took prayer to get through. Not only was she in a lot of pain, but she was also going through some personal issues that did not allow her to get any better, only worse. At this point in her life it was extremely important for her to realize that she had a lot of friends and family members who cared about her, and that she could not give up without a fight. I believe that once she understood that, she started to look at life a whole lot differently.
Even though there was some sorrow during my vacation I did have fun and go to San Bernardino to stay with my best friend. As a result I guess I could say that my winter vacation was not really a disappointment in the since that I learned a valuable lesson from both situation. I learned that everything happens for a reason, and that you should be grateful for what you have or even in some cases, for what you don’t have.
On My Way to School
This morning when I woke up I begin my usual journey to school. I see a lot of things along the way, but since I take the same route to school every morning, then the sight is the same. Depending on the traffic, every ride to school is a different one. As I get in my car and drive down the street there are the same stray dogs wandering around, and they tend to scare my neighbor Mrs. Alberts every morning without fail. I am pleased to say that this morning driving down Florence is calm, except for the occasional food trucks blocking the view. As I continue on my merry way, I pass by a donut shop where there are plenty of police officers picking up dozens donuts; it looks as if they are going to feed an army. I turn the corner onto Figueroa, one of the busiest streets to drive on in the morning. Monday is the day that I have to pick up my friend outside of her gorgeous two-story house.
After leaving her house, I drive down the street and a red light that was in front of a school stopped me. This light takes about ten minutes to change. We see a lady struggling to get her infant, and two toddlers, out of her four door silver minivan before they become late for school. She has her infant in one arm crying; and her two toddlers, twin boys are running around chasing each other and throwing their backpacks in the air.
As I draw closer to the school grounds, I find myself stuck in a massive traffic jam that seems to be backed up for miles ahead. I look at the clock in my car and I realize that my class starts in five minutes. I thought to myself, “If I can get in the school parking lot within the next two minutes I will make it to class.” I sit and wait for traffic to move along, but everything seems to be moving at a rate of five miles per hour. After getting out of traffic I try my hardest to reach school, and once I see Adams Street, my nerves are calm. The whole parking lot is full; but luckily I have a handicap sticker, so getting a spot was no difficult task. I got my backpack out of my trunk, and make it to class with one minute to spare.
After leaving her house, I drive down the street and a red light that was in front of a school stopped me. This light takes about ten minutes to change. We see a lady struggling to get her infant, and two toddlers, out of her four door silver minivan before they become late for school. She has her infant in one arm crying; and her two toddlers, twin boys are running around chasing each other and throwing their backpacks in the air.
As I draw closer to the school grounds, I find myself stuck in a massive traffic jam that seems to be backed up for miles ahead. I look at the clock in my car and I realize that my class starts in five minutes. I thought to myself, “If I can get in the school parking lot within the next two minutes I will make it to class.” I sit and wait for traffic to move along, but everything seems to be moving at a rate of five miles per hour. After getting out of traffic I try my hardest to reach school, and once I see Adams Street, my nerves are calm. The whole parking lot is full; but luckily I have a handicap sticker, so getting a spot was no difficult task. I got my backpack out of my trunk, and make it to class with one minute to spare.
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