Biographical Narrative

Pablo Y.


October 27, 2011

English 10 period

Biographical Narrative

Nick

Most of the guys on campus end up spending a lot of time with Nick. Nick is a clinician at San Pasqual Academy. He is Buddhist he works with boys eight, he also runs a group called G’s to Gents. Nick spends time helping adolescents like me work through personal problems.

Last fall, I attended a fair for special needs children in Balboa Park. Nick and a couple of other people including myself were at this fair because we were volunteering for a group call “Big Animals for Little Kids.” When we first arrived, I look at it and it looked small and not many people knew about it. i thought it was going to be a waste,but it was not. the first thing we did was go to the back and got dressed into the mascots cartoon character. I dressed up as Tigger and my guide was Nick so i did not run into anyone when I was walking around. As we walked around, we laughed and had a good time. At the end of the day, I felt happy because I made little kids happy.

On a hot day last fall, Nick invited me to go surfing with a group of people at La Jolla Cove. From the beach we could see the cliffs and smell the saltwater. We went there to go surfing, but I had another idea. I borrowed a board from the surf instructor to teach Nick how to skim board. We walked away from the group of kids who were surfing, playing volleyball, and playing softball. First, I showed him how to stand on the board in the very shallow water. When it was his turn, he tossed the board into the water and jumped on it. But, he fell backwards on his butt! I thought it was hilarious, but I did not laugh because I didn’t want to be rude. Nick got up, grabbed the board, and tried again. This time, he didn’t fall, but he lost the board from under his feet. Even though I did not realize it at the time, Nick was teaching me how to be myself and have fun.

A week ago on a typical warm fall day, Nick knocked on the door of my house. He asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. We walked and talked about random things until we got to the clinic. We entered his office. I sat in a rolling chair by his desk. He asked me, “Is anything bugging you.” I responded telling him about dream I had. While I was talking, he wrote down what I was saying and asked me questions. Then, he retold the dream to me. As he slowly read the notes, I analyzed my dream. He asked me questions that caused to me think about the root of the dream. When I got up to leave, I felt relieved, thankful, and happy.

Looking back on all of this, Nick has helped me more than most people would expect especially since he is a clinical social work who doesn’t even work in my house. Recently, I found out about a family tragedy. Before I was able to even tell him about what happened, he hunted me down and arranged to take me off campus. Of course, he asked about how I was doing. Through our conversation, he helped me to realize the stages of grief and process my emotions. in a healthy manner. Throughout the past year, Nick’s helpfulness has helped me to slowly find myself. I am becoming a more sincere young man because Nick has helped me to process my emotions.