My Life

1. A glass of wine,
and the time flys
by
A short story by Samantha
Ladouceur

2. We we’re all born just a few months ago, and I
already was back again, to being cramped with
these two whiney boys. Being in the womb with
them, was enough. They took most of the oxygen,
and food, and left me at a weight of 2 pounds
and seven ounces. Thank you Jake, and Keith…
that incubator was hot, and I was not comfortable.
Mom and dad were missing me right now….
Speaking of missing my mom and dad, I can think
of Erik Erikson’s first stage of life (I met him before I
was born) His stage is called Trust Vs. Mistrust. Our
stage of trust relies on the sameness and continuity
of our outside providers, which would be my mom
and dad! For if my parents don’t come back to
get me out of this incubator, I will lose my basic
sense of trust. Who knows, I could have infantile
Schizophrenic because of that! (By the way, I’m on
the left).
Chapter One

3. Oh thank goodness, they came to
pick me up from the hospital! Now I
get to spend time with my hip
momma. Mom needed a vacation,
so we got to go to my grandmas
down in Florida. Lately, my mom has
making kissy faces at me, and
playing with me in the pool, like I
know what I’m doing. But I’m in my
own little world underneath my
sunglasses. According to Alison
Gopnik, We live in a universe of lots
of possible worlds. Even when young
children pretend or imagine, they
can’t distinguish between real and
fantasy. We can imagine different
ways the world might be. I can do
this because I really don’t know
much about the world, and its
limitations. I’m imaging a world full
of flying motorcycles riding on
rainbows, because I’m bad to the
bone.
Chapter Two

4. Crap. Am I seriously 4? And am I
seriously not the one driving this
jeep?! ….well, I’m in preschool; age
4 and a half. I’m not sure how I feel
about it. It is basically my first
responsibility, and Erikson says I’m
more activate, more myself, I like to
approach my desirables (like more
glue when I’m trying to create a
snowman using cotton balls for my
moms Christmas present), because I
have a lot of energy. There is the
danger of guilt over my goals….and
yes, I did feel guilty for stealing all
the glue, because I think the kid
sitting next to me wanted to eat the
glue.
Chapter Three

5. Time is flying by I assure you. If you missed
it, I have a baby brother. While I am 12,
he is about 1 and a half.. Despite this
sparkly red sweater, I actually play
soccer. My soccer team name is called
the Farmington Flames. Don’t doubt me, I
am really good at soccer! I’m a midfield,
and can run like a gazelle ( maybe not as
gently, but I get to where the ball is). At
the time, my passion wasn’t to become a
professional athlete, but I know Annie
Dillard wanted to. She reached for the
stars, and wanted to be on the Pittsburgh
Pirates team. I knew my limits, and didn’t
dream as far as Annie did. I guess you
could say my imagination was tamed, as
Erikson says it, according to the industry
vs. inferiority. I adjust myself to the rules of
the world. At the same time, I don’t want
to lose my soccer skills. “If he despairs of
his tools and skills, or of status among tool
partners, he may be discouraged from
identification with them”. If I can relate
this to my friend Malcolm X, if he didn’t
continue his ways of doing drugs, and
drinking alcohol, he might not still be
friends with Shorty.
Chapter Four

6. I can say I am finally an adult! 18, and I can
purchase lottery tickets, maybe I can win a
dollar, who knows! Maybe I can put it towards
a pack of cigarettes. Just kidding…well, I’m
not. Just don’t tell my parents. My life is so
confusing, I feel confused a lot of the time. I
dyed my hair brown, and I wear darker clothes.
I try to act like everything is good on the
outside, but on the inside I’m boiling. I just feel
like an outsider. I don’t have many friends,
because I have a weird sense of humor, and
most of everybody I know my age are always
trying to act cool. I can see how Ellen felt in the
book My Brother, My Sister. She felt so out of
place, and could not even tell her own sister
how she felt. Just like me, I could never tell my
brothers what I was going through. With that
being said, I was going through identity vs. role
confusion. The danger with this stage is role
confusion, such as sexual identity. Young
people can exclude people who are different.
In search for social values, people in the age
range of 13 to 18, can identify with ideology
and aristocracy. So basically people can be
snotty, and Ellen and I never really fit into
peoples wants or ideologys.
Chapter Five

7. 21. Here I am. Cheers to kissing random
strangers, going on blind dates, and
loving the night life. As Erikson says, “body
and ego must now be masters of the
organ modes and of the nuclear conflicts,
in order to be able to face the fear of ego
loss in situations which call for self
abandon: in the solidarity of close
affiliations, in orgasms and sexual unions,
in close friendships and in physical
combat”(Erikson). To be in this stage is to
let go off stigmas you may aware of. The
danger is isolation. We are all looking for
intimacy, someone you can connect with.
I think in some way, that we all like getting
drunk at bars, so that we meet people
with the same interest and connections.
Those intimate moments make us feel like
we are not alone in what we think. It loses
our ambitions and we open ourselves up.
Chapter Six

8. This is the picture that was taken today. This is
face I start with, with the thoughts I take away
from this class in my brain. From the collect of
the books My Brother My Sister, An American
Childhood, Malcolm X, and The Last Lecture, I
take all their lessons learned, their failures, their
proud moments, and love for themselves into
my life now and into the future. From Annie’s
ambition to try knew things, to Malcolms X to
take on the concept of religion, to Ellens
braverly to be herself, and to Randys Last
Lecture, to spread his knowledge of his life and
his childhood dream of his last lecture, I will
remind myself of these peoples precious
accomplishments, and push myself to become
great. I plan to continue my education of the
MRI field to help people become healthier and
connect with the patient and the patients
family (just as much as I love mine), to move
and experience another culture, find my true
love, and give birth to children. I accept that
my time will come (Kubler-Ross), but I don’t
have time to think about that…. I’m drinking my
wine, and the time is flying by, and life is good.
Chapter Seven