Self Introductory Speech

Tewyner Hall linguistic process 101 Ms. Walton Introductory Speech Jan. 28, 2013 Interrupted at Eighteen Where do you see yourself in ten years is what my 11th grade instructor asked me. I didnt ease up the slightest melodic theme as to where Id be in ten years I all knew where I didnt emergency to be. Unlike, all of my friends at the time I was the only cardinal kayoed of the group that didnt want to be screw an braggy this was something that I was secretly afraid of. My dream of staying with my parents for the rest of my life was on the spur of the moment shattered at the age of 18 when I found out that I was with child(predicate).I was on the fast track to adulthood, something I had tried so hard to avoid. When my teacher asked me where I saw myself in ten years, I could only think about where I absolutely didnt want be. I sat at my desk and pictured myself accompaniment with my parents pregnant with a hip baby. I can remember feeling an immediate chill of disappointm ent and disguiess at the thought of allowing myself to stoop to such circumstances. As a child my father told me that being pregnant, unwed and living with your parents is one of the most embarrassing and disappointing acts that you could commit towards yourself and your parents.Society often stereotyped pregnant unwed fathers as easy, gullible girls that couldnt keep their legs closed. I did non want to be categorized that way I was too refreshful for that. I wanted to reside within the comfort of my parents home unfruitful of course, and continue to do whatever they told me to do for the rest of my life. I knew precisely where I didnt want to be yet, I was unsure of where I was going. My teenage years were the best years of my life.I had a large sleeping room with wall to wall plush carpet, a get along fit for a princess, a white vanity set for all of my nail polish, a television and a spectacular view of the front and back of the house. I didnt have to pay any bills or buy food. I had a part time job, a driver license, a car, I was cute and semi- popular. My parents were proud of me. Life was good. I couldnt understand why teenagers wanted to grow up so fast. When I was seventeen I told my mother that I didnt want to turn 18 she laughed and give tongue to The only way you can prevent yourself from turning 18 is if you run short at 17.I was afraid of not being good luxuriant I didnt think that I was smart enough to be an adult. Becoming an adult meant that you had to pay for everything, youd have responsibilities, youd have to endure the daily pressures of life and eventually realize that its a cold hard world out there. People are not going to love and care for you like your parents In April of 1999 I went to bed happy, content, and optimistic about my future. When I woke up my fingers and ankles where swollen, my body felt heavy, my turn out was abnormally large and when I turned over there was a entombous monster man in my bed.I was 8 months pregnant and living at home with the father of my unborn child and my parents. My nightmare had come true. My bedroom was dilapidated I walked over to the room window and speak to myself what a disgrace. I was scared and ashamed of myself. Although my parents tried to hide it I knew they were heartbroken. My oldest sister would fuel my depression by carelessly blurting deprecating remarks to me about my situation. She once asked me why you keep having babies in my mama house. This was scarcely where I didnt want be, But God had a envision for me.As I said before I didnt have the slightest idea as to where I would be in ten years I only knew where I didnt want be. My children were my inspiration to move forrad in life. I realized I couldnt live with my parents forever. I had to become a positive example for my children. I made a list of short term and long term goals for our future. With the relentless validate of my parents I began to embrace not only being a mother but an ad ult also. That was 13 years ago. In Straighten Our Hair, cost Hooks, she wrote It has been only in recent years that I could feel consonant pleasure with my hair.These feelings remind me of the pleasure and comfort I felt as a child sitting between my mothers legs feeling the warmth of her body as she combed and braided my hair. sightly like bell hooks I sometimes reminisce on the times when I was a young girl and the feelings of comfort, love, and satisfaction I received from my room and living with my parents. Today I am 33 years old and I can proudly say that I am not where I want be, but Im far from where I used to be, God has surly worked on me. thank you all for listening