Category Archives: Personal Stories

Stories from the lives of those involved with Asian Media Access.

Memory of Alcohol

When I was younger my father would sometimes drink Budweiser or wine just to have something to do instead of sitting all day. My oldest brother and a few of my sisters would form a semicircle around my father and watch him chug down a cup. He wasn’t addicted or anything of that nature. He was just a father who wanted to imitate the drunkards on T.V. that we often saw.

He would sometimes offer us a sip or two, not to get us addicted, but to see the silly expressions we made in response to the bitterness of Budweiser. My older brother, being the daring one, would usually take in half a can of beer before pulling away. My older sisters, however, took a sip and pulled away as quickly as the bitterness swam across their taste buds. I, on the other hand, took in a whole mouthful before giving in and declaring my brother the winner.

As we grew up the memory of the bitterness of the can of beer taught me to stay away from alcohol.

– Anonymous

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My First Job

My first work experience was at the YWCA. In this program we watched little kids and helped them out with their homework. Every Monday and Wednesday we watch the kids at City-view. Tuesdays and Thursdays we went to Olson Middle School.

It was a fun experience, but it was also a frightening experience since I didn’t know anyone. To make things easier for me, I hung out with the kids more and got to know them better. Soon others like the elders started talking to me.

By the time I quit I had a lot of friends and a lot of free time. With the friends I made while working with the Y, we made a lot of mini videos. So my first work experience wasn’t bad or good—it was okay.

-Joshua

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My First Job

My first job experience was at a radio station called Jazz 88 KBEM FM, located in my school on the lower floor of North High’s locker room. I was one of the people who helped the D.J. get his CDs in time, because it was important to play the right song at the right time. I helped with a lot of the editing, changing CDs, and picking CDs. This wasn’t actually a real job, though, since it was part of my High School Small Learning Community (SLC).

I helped out a lot at KBEM. In class at the radio station, they taught me the facts about what the listener wanted to hear, and why they wanted to hear it. This job was a good way to spend that one hour part of my school day. It was a great experience and made me wonder what other kinds of jobs I could do in the future. I could be a cop, a lawyer, a paralegal, or a guy flipping burgers at a restaurant.

It was a lot of work, but at least it was a job. Not only did I enjoy the job, I received good pay out of it, too. I also saved a lot of money over the summer. Overall it was a great experience.

-Jeffrey

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My First Job

My first job was to build a retaining wall, and I thought it was easy. Then later on it became harder than I thought it was. I experienced a lot from this job. I learned that you need patience, a lot of water, and it’s a lot of fun.

This job requires a lot of patience because you don’t simply lay bricks on each other. You have to level the bricks with a ruler that has a bubble inside of it. The bubbles have to be in between two lines, so sometimes it gets really frustrating, but I got used to it.

You need a lot of water for this job because you are going to be working out in the sun. You need to carry lots of heavy stuff like bricks, rocks, and buckets full of dirt. You get thirsty very quickly.

This job was a lot of fun to me because my teammates and I have fun joking around with each other. Sometimes they try to rap, and that’s what makes it funny. I had fun working with my boss. Although this job was hard, I still liked it because my future job will be in construction, building roads or houses.

-Pheng

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