BACK: New Orleans Reflection

Here is a short video blog about my second time in New Orleans and

what I learned.

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Bubble!

        My parents have always been over protective of me. So overprotective that going out was almost impossible. Now, that I am 21 my parents are starting to realize that I am growing up but still they worry about letting me out to clubs. They always lecture me about how "this is how bad things happen." They are the traditional hispanic parents.  Asking my parents to go out with my friends becomes a three weeks in advance thing. I know sounds awful. I have to prepare them in advance which is a pain in the ass.  I have to go up to my dad and say " Hey Papi, would it be ok, do you think, can I pleeeease go out." Until, he gets so annoyed by me that he finally agrees and says yes.  This past Friday was the first day that I actually got to go out beyond my curfew. Yes! I have a curfew. I know again awful. Yes you might be thinking to yourselves whoa Jacky aren't you an adult. The answer is yes but my parents have rules that I have learned to follow. It is because I follow those rules that I have their trust. I guess what I am trying to get at is that yes parents can be a pain in your ass and yes parents sometimes are strict like mine (if they could keep me in a bubble i am sure they would) but at the end of the day they do it because they love you. So if they trust you enough to let you go out and have fun prove to them that you are responsible and that you don't need to be in a bubble.

Little Girl. Big World.

So I decided that I wanted to change my blogs name to Little Girl. Big world. Why because I realized that I m growing up in a world that is bigger than me. My blog isn't about just volunteer service anymore but about my journey, my life struggles, and my life's inspiration as well as dreams. I will talk about anything and everything.   I hope that you guys take something away from my blogs and if you ever want to know something send me a message. I might be little but i sure have had a heck of a life so far.

Talent?

              Hello everyone, I know that I haven’t written in a while but my professor gave me a very interesting assignment that I thought I should share with you. He told my class and I that we had to write an opinion piece and bring it to class on Weds about anything that we would like. Of course I began to freak out a little not knowing what I wanted to write about and I went through a million ideas until a childhood memory came to my head. 

           When I was a little girl, I used to admire the actresses and singers that I watched on television.  I remember always wanting to grow up to be like them. I wanted to be as talented as they were. I would grab my hairbrush and put on my mothers sunglasses as I sang in front of the mirror aspiring to one day be just like them.  I had curly bouncy hair like Shirley Temple’s and I always wished I could be her. As I started to grow up, so did the entertainment industry.  I used to think that being an actress and singer was about talent. I was wrong and I learned that as I grew up.

The entertainment industry is about selling a product. It isn’t about how talented you are but about who can sell the most albums.  It has become about keeping up with the times and about being different to get the most attention. We can look at Miley Cyrus a child star who turned into someone completely different.  What does the twerking and out of control outfits mean? It makes you wonder if Miley Cyrus is just a creation of a company who wants to keep making money. It makes you wonder if the entertainment industry even cares about talent anymore?  It even makes me wonder what is talent in our society? Judging from what I see in television now, the entertainment industry has become about who stands out the most whether it is for crazy outfits or for being rebellious or posing nude. The possibilities for fame are endless and talent is no longer the only thing that can make you famous.  It makes me wonder if an ordinary girl /boy can have the chance at fame without changing who she/he is.

Trapped

Have you ever felt trapped? Have you ever felt like no matter how hard you work to make people proud and happy you just seem to always do something wrong. It almost feels like you are a butterfly trapped in a jar and you just can't seem to get out. You do everything you are told but you still disappoint. Sometimes you just want to run as fast as you can and as far as you can. What do you do when you feel trapped? You continue to try and get out and hope that one day you will be free. And that one day you will do something right.

A Friend

First off I just want to start by saying hello and I hope that you all enjoyed your Thanksgiving. I am sorry that I haven't written in a while. I also want to say thank you to those of you who are listening. I hope that you are learning somethings from me. I try to write when I discover a new lesson or learned something new and it so happens that this week I learned many new things.  This world can be cruel and you have to fight to survive in it. Usually you have people in your life that are there with you to help you stand up after you have fallen. Well at least in my case, I have my family who is always there as support watching me play the game of life. They sit in the side lines cheering me on letting me know that everything is alright. But you always need someone else. Someone your age going through the same process that you are. You need a friend that you can trust. A friend that will be there with you even when it gets hard. You need someone who will listen to you and be there to hug you when you feel like giving up. Sometimes you just need a person who will come in the middle of the night with Oreo cookies to watch a movie with you just because.  Sometimes you just need a friend. You don't ask that friend for anything other than he/she give you a little bit of love and trust. All you ask is for that friend to listen to your cry of help. You don't know what a person is feeling unless you talk to them and ask them. So don't assume you know what troubles others are going through. Don't go around doing dysfunctional rescuing. I'm  going to end this piece by saying that if you do have a best friend whom you trust with all your heart cherish them because they are really hard to find.

Failure

Failure. It is a word that scares me to death. My whole life I have worked hard to achieve success. As a young child, I was always told that if I worked hard I would never fail. I am the student that gives 110% to all my work. If  I need help I will find the tutoring I need and study for hours even go days without sleep. If I have a project or an idea in mind I am the type of person that will get up in the middle of the night just to write my idea down. I never failed in anything when it came to academics. I was the student that was always on top. Being on top can sometimes get very lonely. No one realizes the sacrifices that I have to go through. It's not easy staying on the top. Everyday having to fight to prove that I am worthy enough. People judging me not taking the time to ask me Why? Why do you work so hard, what is your drive? Because failure was never an option when I was young. Failure mean't that I had done something wrong. I had to bring home those straight A's that is how my success was measured. Now, that I have grown up I realized that this drive to succeed all the time can become a challenge. Recently, I was asked what happens if you fail? And I wasn't sure what to respond because failure in my mind isn't an option. However, I was given a great answer to that question. I was told if you fail you get back up. Nothing happens if you fail other than having to try again. My eyes were opened up to the idea that failure will happen in life and when it does I need to be ready to face it without fear. I will fail but that doesn't mean that I won't succeed.

"Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up."-Thomas A. Edison