Personal Narrative: Howard Gardner

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All my life I have gone around doing things how I view them correct. The thing is I have never really taken the time to actually think about what I am actually doing, why I am doing what I 'm doing, and even how I am doing what I am doing. Throughout our lives, we are constantly asked what we like and or what we are good at, we usually answer with something like “I don 't know” or with something we enjoy such as art or music. There is so much more to us than just one single word and is why Howard Gardner 's proposition interests me so much. Howard Gardner proposed that “rather than one g score for intelligence, we should consider eight different intelligences for all people”. This is basically putting humans in categories based on our abilities, …show more content…
My choices were narrowed down to the ones I thought described myself originally. The one that described me most was Interpersonal, this did not surprise me at all. Interpersonal describes “people who are good with people and thrive in social interactions” hence why it is called Interpersonal. I haven 't always been a outgoing, confident and social person though. It took me many years of gaining confidence to get where I am today. When I was about four years old I was put into foster care along with my one and a half year old sister, this was due to my biological mother not being able to properly care for the two of us. Me being placed in eight or nine different foster homes during a short period of a year really took a toll on me and I started to feel unwanted and worthless. This was what caused me to start to become a very shy little boy and I felt like I was isolated from the rest of the world. When I was five years old me and my sister were once again placed into another foster home with a new foster mom who was forty eight and a new foster dad who was around twenty years older than her and he died within a year of us being …show more content…
I had known who they were but had only met him and his wife a few times. I was filled with tons of emotions I was excited that I was getting out of the terrible hospital but I was also scared to be put into another foster home, I didn 't want everything to fall apart again. When my social worker took me to their house from the hospital I didn 't know what to feel. As soon as I walked in the door I knew… I knew this was it, this wasn 't just going to be another temporary home this was home. I arrived with no confidence and was still the shy boy that was yet to feel wanted. I had my eighth birthday with my new family and everything was amazing, but the one thing that was different from this foster home and the last is that in foster home the happiness didn 't end. I was finally able to slowly become a normal kid again, as I was just talking to my mom she told me “ when you first came here it was almost like you lived with a mask on that you used to cover your emotions, you were introverted emotionally” this is funny cause I hadn 't told her what I was writing about

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