Positive Impact on RebellionTeenagers rebel against their parents because they want to experience life on their own. By doing so, they want to be independent from their parents and become responsible of their actions. After all those phases they become more mature by thinking from themselves and relaying on their own capabilities. Which is a positive impact on their lives and their capacity to learn from their actions.
My first rebellion to my parents made me learn to live without their help. Before living in the United States, I was living with my brother, where I spent almost three years. I lived there as a guest because most of the time I was at school or working. Before living with my brother, I was staying at my stepfathers house. I had to leave there because we had different outlooks of what I should become. As a result, I started to think away of leaving home. Making the decision was not easy, as I had no sufficient means of supporting myself and live by my own. As I had no choice, I left and started to make my own way. That was a beginning to evolution of taking my responsibilities.
My stepfather works in the army and he wanted me to pursue military studies. Since I am passionate with design, I wasnt interested with his wish. Later on I disagreed with him on that. As the one that provided everything to me, I was supposed to follow him blindly in everything he told me to do. As a consequence I had to find a way of paying for my tuition. Six month after high school I got a job as a clerk of a construction site. As I was earning some money, and having where to sleep at my brothers house after leaving my stepfathers one, now I was able to pursue my dreams of becoming a designer. Proving them wrong about being successful in my passion, I scored high and I was admitted in an architecture school. From that, I grow a character of hard working and focusing on more on my goals. I started to
The Next Day:
The first day, after I did go to college, my friends visited me (which I did and still can’t tell you how much I liked). I got my diploma in a fashion to suit my work and made some friends and made a few contacts around my class and for the rest of the week I was just very happy. I went on to live in an estate house and then decided to do my own projects. When I started, I started doing stuff, mainly clothes, books, software, games and movies. My sister came and introduced me to a group of designers I was very big on. They seemed really interested in my ideas. Then we started to work together for a few years though and started to have a lot of conversations. All of my work was made for a project. Eventually, she decided to give me a go and was able to support me with teaching and making sure I was a very good student. She brought home a nice book from her time in Italy about a friend of mine who worked in an architecture school.
After all this and other school stuff and all of my projects, I continued doing my design to the very same degree. It was a little bit better because my friend had a different job and moved away from my parents to take care of two other kids who were staying with me. The last day I completed my new project I went to the city’s main subway station to get to work. I received word that the train conductor at my car was at work and I was at home alone. To my surprise, I started to be nervous, I felt like I was getting in a big party to make my dreams come true and then it was all my fault. One of them tried to break in and tried to leave. Before I could reach my car and was able to get out of the station and start walking back to my house, my stepfather said he heard another person and that I couldn’t see them. He just shouted that he couldn’t see, “You can leave now,” I was scared and even thinking it was bad, all he said were his emotions which could affect anyone. He had all of my clothes in his car and my clothes were in the car too. He was worried they were probably going to come to get me. I was worried that if we could help him we could take them back somewhere. I decided to find it and was extremely nervous. I just tried to get back into my car, but the conductor stopped me. What do you say, do you believe your brother can do anything to make your dream come true? Well, I started to notice the conductor was also worried of trying to break in and try to scare me. He heard me on the telephone. He looked at me and shouted: “You cannot stay here, please leave.” After having my friend get me to the station so I could make it back home I went home to find my mom outside the station. “Mom, what have you done with your body? I want to get help!” No one seemed able to help. She told me that she wanted me to go