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Day of Birth!
- I was supposed to be born in late January, not December, my mom and dad were both preparing for Christmas festivities when my mom first got her contractions. It was Christmas Eve in Caracas, Venezuela, and that meant parties everywhere. According to my dad, the ride to the hospital was hard, and when we got there, my mom was the only patient there! Due to some complications, I was born via C-section around 10:30 PM. Both my parents had been married for about a year now.
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Fine motor skill on bibles.
Around age 2, my fine motor skills starting to develop. Specially my drawing skills. It coined in when my I taught myself to hold writing utensils. This later lead to me drawing on everything, from walls to blankets to shoes to bibles and to myself, because I ran out of canvas. Since then, I've always had a fascination with drawing and am now an artist myself. I also think I harbored a good sense of autonomy and trust by being allowed to draw on everything without crude punishment. -
My First Memory!
I was about 4 years old now, and my long-term memory was starting to develop. I remember clearly opening my eyes and seeing my uncle who had been gone over seas for over a year. I was so happy he returned that I started crying. I think I was asleep before he got there, which is why I remember my eyes opening. After that little showcase, I ran to my mother and asked for food. I was breast feed until the age of 4 1/2, but weirdly enough I am allergic to cats, and I have asthma. -
Teaching the Teacher
It was a pretty normal day in my kindergarten class. We were all colouring something, when one of my classmates asked the teacher how to draw a tree properly. She politely when up to the board and drew a tree. I automatically protested and got up saying, "That's not how a tree looks!" My teacher was puzzled by my sudden response, and asked what a tree looked like. I got up and marched myself up to the board and drew a proper tree. During this time I was taking initiative in coining my skill. -
Dyslexia and my new baby sister
Let's fast foward to age 8. I was already well into second grade, when my sister was born. This was a great exprience for me, since I had been the only child for 8 years or so. I was ready to help in everyway I could, but only in the ways I wanted to help. During this time, I started to have some trouble in school. I wasn't getting very good grades in spelling or reading. I was later diagosed with dyslexia, but regardless of my trouble with reading, I still read books to my baby sister at night. -
Self-criticism, Self-consciousness, and my brother.
I was 9 1/2 now, and my mom and dad had another child. At this age, I dealt in a lot of social comparison. None of my peers were artistic, so I thought being artistic was weird. This resulted in a lot of self-criticism and self-consciousness which made helping with my new baby brother even harder to do. By this time, we had already moved 4 times, and I didn't like it. I developed low resilience, because it always took me a while to adapt to the new house and school. Resulted in behavior issues. -
From menarche to high school
Fast forwarding quick a bit, because I think not truly exciting happening in those years prior. Other than going through those awkward puberty stages. I hit menarche around age 11. Now in 2010, way after puberty hit, I got accept to Nashville School of the Arts. This was a major milestone for me. Before getting the notice of my acceptance, I had very little hope that I would get in, due me being pessimistic, and after receiving the news, it was like an a-ha moment for me. -
Choosing Between Risk and Reward
While in NSA, I was constantly surrounded by many different types of people. I think I harbored a good sense of deductive reasoning. How I thought it out was, the majority of my friend were artist or musicians, and because they were artists and musicians they evidently smoked marijuana often. I was also an artist, but I didn't want to smoke. I was actually kind of afraid to, hence I started balancing the risks, and instead learned a new skill of photography. -
Graduating!
In this photo, I was tired and overwhelmed with emotions. I was finally heading toward emerging adulthood, and I was terrified! I didn't know what to do. It felt like everything was going way too fast. By now I had made a pretty steady identity for myself but I still didn't know what I want to study in college, or even if I wanted to go to college. At this point, I living in Florida. I had been living there since 2011 and would stay there until early 2014. -
Getting accepted to Trevecca
This has probably been my favourite moment so far. I never thought I would be able to go to college. The summer before getting accepted, I researched a lot of possible career choices but I had no idea what to choose. Then, like almost out of nowhere, I had the idea of looking into psychology. I had always had an interest in it, but never really saw it as a career. I eventually chose it as my career chose, so when I came to Trevecca, I had my plan in mind. I might already have my vocational id.
