170 thoughts on “Self-Confidence, Self-Reliance, Self-Esteem, Self-Expression

  1. The most meaningful event I’ve experienced so far is my graduation from high school. After my first day of kindergarten I came home from school and told my mom I wanted to quit. School was never really something I enjoyed as much as endured. A lot of the people in my family didn’t graduate from high school, either from lack of ambition or the absence of the opportunity. When I was younger I always remembered feeling as though school would never end, or that I’d never make it to graduation. It felt as though getting my diploma was an unobtainable goal. It still feels surreal that my high school experience is over, and even more so that I applied and got accepted to a college for an additional four years of schooling. Looking back it feels as though the years flew by. If gaining my diploma and graduating from high school has taught me anything it’s that I have the ability to achieve my goals and complete anything I put my mind to, even if my next goal is to graduate college. I’ve also learned to never take anything for granted and to appreciate the opportunities I am given and live in the moment. I have achieved something that not many people in my family have and I know that if I put my mind to it I can accomplish so much more. I know college won’t be easy, and there will be days much like my first day of kindergarten when I will want to quit. I’ve made it this far and I know as long as I remember what I have already accomplished any new feat that I set my mind to will be just as obtainable as the last.

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  2. It all started one friday afternoon around lunchtime. The word was spreading quickly that a sophomore was throwing a large house party later that night, his parents were not going to be home, and it was set up for disaster. Not many parties occur in my small town so when they heard one was happening, the whole school wanted to go. The rest of school dragged on, but finally after alot of waiting, it was time for it to begin. Many police officers patrol the town because not much happens in there. The people at the party including me were ready to run to our cars at any second because of their positions on the street which drew attention to the house along with the loud music and lights being on. After a couple hours had passed, someone had seen the police lights outside the house and warned everyone, which cleared out most of the house. The cops gave them a warning and left shortly after. Once he was gone, everybody got invited back but I had an eerie feeling about it. I went back to my house that night because it was already around 11:30. All the other people went back to the party and enjoyed themselves for another couple hours, and at about 1 o’clock, the night took a turn for the worst. Police had shown up again but not for the party. They had been responding to a stabbing. My best friend had been robbed at knife point right outside the house by another kid from the party, and he had stolen his phone from him, and bit him on the neck hard enough to leave red marks for about 2 weeks. Finally my friend just shoved the attacker back and called aloud that he had been robbed. When people heard this they came swarming out of the house. It turns out my other best friend was leading the charge out of the house to see what was going on. He saw that his fellow friend had been attacked so he rushed in to intervene when the attacker turned the knife on him, and slid the knife about 3 to 4 inches into his throat, leaving a gash about 4 to 5 inches long. My friend had been really intoxicated at the time he was stabbed so he did not feel the pain, along with the fact that he was in complete shock. The attacker fled the scene, and the police were instantly called. My friend went back inside the house, and sat down in the bathroom, bleeding out all over the floor, sink, and toilet. When the police arrived, they went into the bathroom to find him sitting up, but still bleeding out. They brought him into the ambulance and rushed him to the hospital in critical condition. He fought to stay awake the entirety of the ride, but made it to the hospital in good time. They performed surgery on him and after what felt like a long time were able to make him stable. I had woken up the next morning with no idea that this even had went on. I had opened my phone while i was still in bed and i saw a picture of my friend in the ambulance bleeding that he had taken himself, and sent to all his close friends. That night I had relied on my gut and went home early. If I had stayed I could have put myself in danger, and maybe have even gotten stabbed, so I learned that if you are ever uncomfortable in a situation just go with your gut and get yourself of it. I also had learned that anything could happen at any time without anyone expecting it so just always be careful of your surroundings.

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  3. Summer Search Reflection Essay

    My experience at Voyageur Outward Bound was one of the most influential in my life so far. The first day of the course four other summer search girls and I waited in a room with the rest of the student that came from all over the U.S. It seemed as if besides the other people from Summer Search, we were the splash of color on an otherwise black canvas. With my goal to be less shy in the back of my head I observed from a safe distance and stuck with my summer search girls. And with all the race talk in the media, I can honestly say I felt out numbered. Ironically, it was the first time I experienced being a minority. When I got to base camp with my group of seven I didn’t really feel shy and everyone seemed pretty open. I think it helped that I knew Kiarra, a girl from summer search I met in the airport. The first time I tried portaging (carrying a 85lbs canoe on your shoulders) a it was harder than I thought it would be and I was in denial about if I would really have to do this almost everyday. I dreaded portaging at first but would have to do it. Once the canoe fell on me 3 times during a portage. As I continued I began to challenge myself and by the end I could do up to 90 rods. Zip lining was the first time I experienced actual fear. The type of fear that engulfs you and you can’t think and you can’t even focus on how silly you look. Then I freaked out even more because of the fear. It’s funny because it wasn’t the zip lining that was scary, it was the moment when you’re just about to and you’re putting on the hooks and gripping the rope. After I did it I felt a weight off my shoulders, I almost felt invincible.
    On this trip I learned that I am compassionate, genuine, dynamic, a leader, and strong in every sense of the word. I got to know myself in the purest light not influence by any outside factors. Everything I did and everything I thought was my own. Being able to experience that made me more confident in my ability and secure in who I was because I finally knew who I was. I finally understood the meaning of the term, “be yourself”. Another influential factor of the trip was being able to find common ground and relate and connect with people I wouldn’t otherwise think I could relate to. Because of this I learned not to be judgmental and made new friends from many walks of life. Overall this was the most impactful experience of my life and I am really grateful to summer search, outward bound and everyone else that had anything to do with me having this opportunity.

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  4. As a baby and a toddler I relied on my parents. They were perfect, undoubtedly they could do no wrong because why would the people who brought me here do wrong by me. I believed that no matter what I would have two of the strongest people in the world standing by me and propping me up through the challenges of life I had yet to comprehend. As years passed and I grew to be a child I learned I could only rely on my mother. She was a strong beautiful woman who would never stand to see me hurt or abused. As a teenager I felt as though there was no one close to lean on and found myself relying on any kind smile I came across. For years I gave away my trust only praying I had found someone who deserved it. As I am growing into adulthood, however, I have realized I am the only one I can truly rely on. I believe in self reliance and sufficiency. I believe in my own inner strength and my ability to prop myself up through the challenges of life which I know I have only begun to comprehend; and I believe that I am the only one who will never stand to let someone hurt or abuse me. Everyone deserves someone who can be their rock in life but in the end the strongest rock anyone can have in their life is their own will. The will to be strong and succeed on their own terms. The will to accept responsibility for themselves without relying on someone to clean up the inevitable mistakes. Most importantly the will to be happy. Once I started relying on myself I became a happier person, which is all anyone can ever ask for, and I feel as though I am ready for my future and every challenge that life has to offer, because no one is ever going to let me down again.

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  5. As a kid I was never a fan of sports, I played soccer and baseball however it just seemed way to competitive for little league, Where some teams would switch people around the field to get a chance to play different positions, I was always stuck in the outfield. I never moved out of double AA despite me being in it for two years, and it wasn’t fun. I had little self esteem in myself after seeing all my friends on my team move up to triple AAA and me just be stuck with people younger than me, so after giving it my all at tryouts and being told AA for the third time, I told my parents that I didn’t want to play little league baseball anymore.
    So eventually I decided to find a different physical activity to do so that I could have a physical activity and meet friends. I remember as a kid wanting to do karate since there was an event at my elementary school, and I wanted to learn karate not because I wanted to become stronger, but I wanted to learn it to know self defense in case something happened to me and my family. So I told my grandparents about potentially signing me up, and they thought that it was a good idea.
    Later that day I arrived at Rocky Silvia’s American Karate, where I began learning basic blocks and strikes with a teacher Mrs. P. She was very nice and told me that as long as I trained hard stuck with the student creed that with enough years I could become a black belt. Now the difference between my experience with the beginning of baseball and karate was that the only real lesson that I learned from baseball was teamwork, but that never really worked seeing as how I was always just the outfield boy. But at Rocky Silvia’s, they taught meaningful lessons and disciplines such as honesty, courtesy, modesty, integrity, etc. Not just that, but they took on all kids, and treated all kids equal disregarding age and strength, they cared about you learning the lessons and applying yourself to become the best that you could be. They taught defense techniques in case we were grabbed, forms with history on them, they taught us how to use some weapons in self defense, they taught us sparring in case we were to ever get into a fight, and they taught us lessons like gratitude and self image that helped you get a better sense on how you could improve yourself. And I developed a sense of self confidence that I had never acquired before.
    Nearly 8 years after that event in 2009, I stuck with my martial arts training through the hi’s and the low’s. I applied principles and lessons that I was taught as a child to develop into the person that I am today. I am grateful for my martial arts training and I love what it has done for my self esteem and self image that I reflect on to this day.

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