My Life - Manchester University



My Life

Nathan Fowler

Professor Eastman

January 6, 2011

EDUC 111- Introduction to Teaching

Abstract

My family had financial problems a lot of my adolescent life. My whole life has been a struggle. My father is the only person that works while my mother stays at home to tend to the house and my younger siblings. They don’t want me to relive that struggle that I dealt with as a child so they make sure I do the best of my ability. I have learned to deal with the struggles of life and to take them and make them my motivation. I am going to take this motivation and make the best of it here at Manchester College and make a successful career of it.

As I have been told many times that while my mother, Deanna, was in labor my father, Artty, put on a nurses’ cap and played the “Car Wash” song to lighten the stress off my mother. We laugh about this story every time. As a baby my mother was still in High School at the age of 18. At that day and age there were still racial disputes between blacks and whites. It was not OK for my father, African-American and Hispanic, to be dating my mother, Caucasian, to my great-grandparents and grandmothers’ eyes. He could not spend any time with her at her home until they became alright with the idea. When I was born I had to stay at the Munster Community Hospital for ten days without my parents because I stopped breathing for no reason the second day of birth. So I went back to the hospital. Ever since then I have been a healthy child.

As an adolescent, they called me a demon child. I was a spoiled brat and got anything I wanted. I was a complete Power Rangers fan and wanted everything I could get of them possible. I always had on a pair of cowboy boots, diaper, and a Power Ranger shirt. I was what you would call a “brick house” as a baby. At around this time my father was not around. He had left my mother for a while. At about three years old I was running around and I tripped and fell into the hinge of a door and cut a chunk of my ear off. I had to get plastic surgery to fix it. At age five we moved to San Bernardino, California to help my aunt run an apartment complex. It had a nice, big office building with a huge television, pool table, weight room, and a pool. Everyday was a fun day. Where we lived there wasn’t a preschool education so everyday was summer to me. One day I had just taken a shower and I had forgotten a towel. I asked my mother for a towel but she said she was busy and told me to get my own. I opened the door looked around to see if anyone was around, I climbed up the cabinets and with my body still being wet I slipped and hit the knob of my closet door. I had gone unconscious and when I awoke, I was bleeding from my head. I called my parents to the room and they rushed me to the emergency room. The doctor closed it up for me, but said that I needed staples to close it up all the way. That was the worst pain that I can imagine, a big evil machine closing my head up with staples. All of my friends at the complex thought I was cool because of the staples. My head closed up right and the staples started coming loose. That night my dad was sitting at the table and had a pair of pliers in his hand and I asked, “What are those for?” He replied, “For your head son.” Just when I thought the machine was bad, that night I screamed louder than I have ever screamed. He had pulled out my staples with those pliers. My mother and father had brought another child into the world, Nick. We had lived there for three years and not long after a little girl and a boy walked into our home, it was my half-sister and brother. At that time Felicia was nine and Noah was two. Their mother did not want anything to do with them anymore and shipped them off to us. My mother had yet again brought another child into the world. Being the Lakers fan that he was, my father named him Kobe. They then got married. We then spent about another year or so in California and then moved back to our hometown of Gary, Indiana. Felicia and I were the best of friends. We went everywhere together.

We lived in my grandpa’s old home after he had passed away. With five children, there was only one bedroom for us kids. We had a futon-bunk bed that we all shared. When Felicia and I got into middle school, they knew we had to have our own rooms away from the other boys because we had to get up earlier and we needed our own individual space so my father cleaned out the front room and gave it to us to share. We had a conflict of wanting to share things, I had the television and she had the radio, when one of us wanted, one we had to ask. Around this time my parents decided to have another child, Arthur. He was the biggest one of us, he ever made the record at our hospital weighting in at an astonishing ten pounds and eight ounces! I had wrestled, played football, and ran track from sixth to eight grade. I was successful in all three sports. My eighth grade year of wrestling went really well. I went undefeated the whole season then afterward I went on to wrestle in the off-season and went on to be the Folk Style State Champion. With all my success that year my family and I decided to do a fund raiser to get me to go to Nationals. The fund raiser was a success and I went on to place second at the tournament.

My high school year has started and it was like any other freshman’s first day. My cousin was going there too so it wasn’t as awkward but I only knew the other freshman. Football was starting and I felt so small compared to all the older guys. I only weighed one-hundred and seventy-five pounds and they had me try-out for the defensive line. It went pretty well. I took a seniors spot and played the whole year. We didn’t do so well with two wins and nine losses. Wrestling came around and I was not the “hot shot” anymore. I was junior varsity that season. Sophomore year was a little bit better. The football coach had moved me up to my favorite position, linebacker. I had some success, but not as much as I wanted. We had a better season with a new coach with a positive record. I had gotten my first varsity letter in wrestling. I ended with a positive record and mad it to the Regional tournament. For the final time, my parents had one last child. His name is Kade. He is a wild man. Junior year of football was a very great success. I was in the newspaper a lot and got my name around the region of football. During this year I found the love of my life, Kathy, that I have been off and on with since eighth grade. Wrestling came around and I had a pretty good year making it to semi-state tournament but lost to the future state champ. Senior year me and Kathy have been together for a year and had the usual ups and downs. This was the last time I was going to be on the field for my high school career. I had gotten all the media attention that any successful football player would get. We ended the season not making it past the first round of playoffs but I myself made All-state honors and a picture up on our “Wall of Fame” at school. I had the best wrestling season I have ever had with forty-one wins and two losses. My last loss was again at the semi-state tournament with an upsetting loss. But I had to move on with my life and think about what is next on my goals of life.

Now I am on to my college life and continuing my success at Manchester College. It has been pretty fun so far. I have met a lot of friends and making a lot of friends while I have been here. I cannot wait to finish college and continue my career as a physical education teacher. I want to be really fun and strive to be the best teacher I can be.

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