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Introduction
Hi, My name is Hilaria Aldan I am 21 years old. I am Palauan Chamorro, born and raised in Palau, to be specific i am from Sonsorol. Sonsorol is basically an outer Island of Palau, which just means that i am Palauan. I moved here to Saipan because the schools in Palau did not offer the classes that i needed to reach my goal. My goal in life is to become an educator. I want to become an elementary school teacher. I believe that if you start teaching then and guiding them while they are young then you are giving them a greater change of becoming successful and better people in the future. |
Goal
My Goal for this class to to build up my confidence to speak in public or even just to my classmates.
Reflection
I believe in Addiction
I believe in the addiction that took my mother. I remember growing up everyone including my mother warned me not to go near an alcohol because I will get addicted and it could kill me. As a grown up you would believe that kids will not remember incidents that happened while they were still young but that is a lie. I remembered. I believe in the addiction that took my mother away from me and my brothers every time it has the chance. I remember I would go to sleep in my mother’s arms but wake up in another woman’s arms. I remember that night addiction took my mother out and brought her back the next week as another person. During that whole week my brothers and I were motherless and alone. I remember the whole week when my mother was locked up behind bars because she chose addiction over coming home to her children. The whole week that she spent with addiction she forgot about us and who she was.
I believe in the addiction that wins my mother over and over again, there was no battle between me and addiction. I remember trying to fight my mother’s addiction but lost sadly. I believe the addiction that my mother has is strong.
I believe in the addiction that lead a strange unknown man into my mother’s bedroom, who then soon became my brothers father. I remember that one night my mother and step-father fought because of work and my father beat my mom and I couldn’t do anything because I was afraid. I believe in the addiction that brought domestic violence, sexual harassment, battery and fear into our home.
I believe in addiction that my mother drowned herself in because she did not have the love she deserved. I believe in the addiction that blinded my mother to see that she was loved dearly by her family and friends, instead she turned to addiction for love. I remember she love addiction so much she would do anything for it including leaving her kids and family broken. My step-father left which left my mother in the hands of addiction, again addiction took my mother away from my Step-father.
I believe in the addiction that took my mother away again, but this time the whole summer. This time I remember going to sleep without my mother and waking up without my mother, but I thought, “it’s okay she will come back eventually.”
I remember the end of summer I heard my mother was coming back home, I was so excited. My brothers and I dolled up and waited for my mom at home. The sun set and starts shun and she still is not home. The next morning we woke up to the news that my mother was finally back, but she in the ER. I remember rushing to the hospital finding my mom on the bed lifeless.
I believe in the addiction that took my mother away, that I believe.
I believe in Addiction
I believe in the addiction that took my mother. I remember growing up everyone including my mother warned me not to go near an alcohol because I will get addicted and it could kill me. As a grown up you would believe that kids will not remember incidents that happened while they were still young but that is a lie. I remembered. I believe in the addiction that took my mother away from me and my brothers every time it has the chance. I remember I would go to sleep in my mother’s arms but wake up in another woman’s arms. I remember that night addiction took my mother out and brought her back the next week as another person. During that whole week my brothers and I were motherless and alone. I remember the whole week when my mother was locked up behind bars because she chose addiction over coming home to her children. The whole week that she spent with addiction she forgot about us and who she was.
I believe in the addiction that wins my mother over and over again, there was no battle between me and addiction. I remember trying to fight my mother’s addiction but lost sadly. I believe the addiction that my mother has is strong.
I believe in the addiction that lead a strange unknown man into my mother’s bedroom, who then soon became my brothers father. I remember that one night my mother and step-father fought because of work and my father beat my mom and I couldn’t do anything because I was afraid. I believe in the addiction that brought domestic violence, sexual harassment, battery and fear into our home.
I believe in addiction that my mother drowned herself in because she did not have the love she deserved. I believe in the addiction that blinded my mother to see that she was loved dearly by her family and friends, instead she turned to addiction for love. I remember she love addiction so much she would do anything for it including leaving her kids and family broken. My step-father left which left my mother in the hands of addiction, again addiction took my mother away from my Step-father.
I believe in the addiction that took my mother away again, but this time the whole summer. This time I remember going to sleep without my mother and waking up without my mother, but I thought, “it’s okay she will come back eventually.”
I remember the end of summer I heard my mother was coming back home, I was so excited. My brothers and I dolled up and waited for my mom at home. The sun set and starts shun and she still is not home. The next morning we woke up to the news that my mother was finally back, but she in the ER. I remember rushing to the hospital finding my mom on the bed lifeless.
I believe in the addiction that took my mother away, that I believe.
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Reflection
Through out my whole semester i have learned that talking in front of people you know and the people you have yet to know is a lot harder than i thought. My first speech was about Addiction in general, what i mean by that is there are so many different addictive things in the world now that its too many to name. One of them is Alcohol addiction and i wanted to talk abut alcohol addiction because i know that a lot of people can relate to it. I chose my " I believe" speech as my favorite speech becuase it was the most emotional speech ive ever done. The fact that i shred that to the class made it more valuable because i opened up to my class. Although it was not well written i can see myself improving even more.
Through out my whole semester i have learned that talking in front of people you know and the people you have yet to know is a lot harder than i thought. My first speech was about Addiction in general, what i mean by that is there are so many different addictive things in the world now that its too many to name. One of them is Alcohol addiction and i wanted to talk abut alcohol addiction because i know that a lot of people can relate to it. I chose my " I believe" speech as my favorite speech becuase it was the most emotional speech ive ever done. The fact that i shred that to the class made it more valuable because i opened up to my class. Although it was not well written i can see myself improving even more.
Presentation II
Reflection
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