Autobiography Of My Childhood

Life is different in many ways. There is much more homework and sports responsibility to handle. Lunch is pretty much the same except that I had a clue of where to sit this year. Classes seem to go by faster. Although we do have more homework, I give 100% effort. 1st quarter was mostly easy. I received good grades and did all of my homework. I like LA extra credit and the 3% added to my science grade. I have good friends, great teachers, and I’m having fun. It is sometimes scary to think that I will be driving in less than 3 years! The goals that we created are going good. I am nailing the grades and no ACE parts. The 8th grade is very different

My year being a seventh grader has been filed with great experiences and growth. I was pushed to being the best I can be by my teachers and wonderful classmates in all of my classes. They did this by explaining to me how to make my work stronger and how to make me writing in my depth.This year has given me plenty of opportunities for my future.

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

I started making new friends, such as Veronica Cadieu, and decided to give my fourth grade love another shot. Fifth grade was full of drama, and there was no time for a serious relationship so that did not last long. Before I knew it, 6th grade was approaching! At this time my best friend was Sydney Whitten and an editing app called Picnic. This was the year I really started to focus on my grades and try to decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. A friend of mine, Luke Lockart, and I shared the same career path, or so we thought, and went a little to overboard with planning our futures. We made business cards and slogans, mine was Kerstan Troyer the American Lawyer, and we even planned to live in New York together and start a business. 7th grade is a time I am not the fondest of. This is when I became boy crazy. Especially over one boy who will remain unmentioned. Also, this was the year I got to play on my first school basketball team! I loved basketball and all the best friends I made along with the

This year has flown by quickly and sometimes I wonder where all the time went. When I first got my classes I was nervous because most of them were honors with two pre-AP classes. I learned that the classes were not hard if I studied and did my work. I wanted to drop out of my English class but my mother convinced me to stay in. My favorite class was science because we were always doing something interesting and I connected well with everyone. I got the opportunity to be in the school’s Show Choir which was amazing. I feel sad because in our Show Choir we are mostly composed of seniors so I got used to them and now I will miss them terribly. I feel like they were my second family.

I was born on December 22nd 1922 in Smithfield,North Carolina I lived on a tobacco farm while growing up with 2 brothers and 4 sisters. My parents Mary and Jonas were poor cotton and tobacco farmers. I was raised in baptist faith because of my mother but while I was just a child we got our property taken away. Forcing my mother to be a cook and a housekeeper and my father was forced to work at a sawmill.

Soon enough preschool was over and here came our elementary school days. Everyone met many people in kindergarten. Many will be my friends throughout high school and beyond. Kindergarten was filled with arts and crafts, my portfolio, 2008 handprints, and stamped tee shirts. Suddenly kindergarten graduation was here, everyone was paired up and danced with a partner. First grade flew by and then came second grade with Ms. Foisy and Ms. Okabioshi. Ms. Okabioshi was one of the best teacher assistance we have ever had. Third and fourth grade with Mrs. Schuler and Ms. Ittes. These years were filled with warm fuzzies, a lot of reading and writing, and a lot of fun playing on the playground. The class watched Shilo and everyone hated the evil father. After that came fifth grade with Mr. Sifferman, also known as Millie’s cousin, he gave the hardest tests we have ever taken, but the most fun and memorable times we have had. After that year many people changed schools, I moved to California.

Three small words that can describe my school story are sports and good grades. I’ve always been the one who gets their work in on time, gets good grades, one of the best at sports, and one that doesn’t get in trouble much. K4 to first grade is really a blur to me, all I can remember is starting to play baseball, making friends, and consistently either getting the highest or second highest grade you can get on a report card. Second Grade is when I really started to realize my love for sports. I always was a fan of the Packers, Bucks, and Brewers but didn’t really know anything else about sports. In second grade though, my bestfriend got me more into sports and I got into knowing tons of players, all of the teams, and practicing so much wanting to be the best at every single sport and still being able to maintain my grades. My friend and I focused so much on being the best we could at sports that we got the opportunity to play for our school’s 5th and 6th basketball team while only being in 2nd grade. Moving on to later grades, I kept my spot

Everyone has a favorite school year and mine happens to be sixth grade. I had some of the best teachers, classes, and friends. I remember being extremely nervous to start sixth grade, I wanted to stay at Boone Elementary with recess and no changing classes. I was as nervous as a mouse. I thought there were going to be millions of new students from different schools.Turns out I loved sixth grade more than any grades before. The first day of school my parents took me to school and I didn’t want to get out of the silver car. Not knowing that I would have the best time at Troy Middle School.

On a warm windy day as the pretty leaves fall off the trees outside the hospital, I was born. It was September 4,2002. I was born in Morgantown, West Virginia, near 10:30 PM and I weighted 6.10 pounds. My real mother was named Susan Smith and my father name was John Smith but they could not take care of care of me the right in the right ways so I was put up for adoption. I was a fun positive, and giggly baby my mom tells me. My father says that I still have that little fun and giggly child in me and to never let it go because its who I am.

5th grade was a lot of fun everybody was cool and hung out together and a lot of us shared the same class together. When 5th grade was over a lot of people went to Central Middle school but I moved so I had to go to Forest Park Middle school at forest park I knew a couple of people and I made a lot of friends but I think if i would have went to Central things would have been a little better and making friends wouldn’t have been as hard. A lot of things changed from 5th to 6th grade people had got bigger started to act different people started to mature I myself also started to mature a little. My friends started to act different but not in a bad way kinda in a good way

How does a person begin to write a narrative of their own life, relating events and ideas back to their own culture? Well, first, I’d like to give some baseline information about myself. I am a white, middle-class, educated, mid-western, Christian female athlete. I come from a traditional family with a mother, father, one brother, and two sisters. Taking those characteristics into account, I would say that I am a privileged member of society, and being privileged has been part of my culture. In addition, the largest influences on my life and worldview were my family, school, church, and the area I grew up.

It is a pleasure to be able to attend one of your classes, UNIV 190, during the fall of 2015. First, to introduce myself, I am a freshman at Clarkson University named Ashanti Larisse Fleming. I was born to two African-American parents named Arthur Fleming and Kimberly Dowdell 17 years ago on December 22, 1997, in Hartford, Connecticut. I have spent the majority of my life living in Connecticut, and the experiences I have there is what influenced and shaped my personality, behavior, and other aspects of myself into what it is today.

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.

I was born and raised into a hardworking family that are the complete opposite of culture alienators. My siblings and I are all first generation in America on my mom's side and second generation on my dad's side. Life was very hard for my parents to raise all seven of us and depended on my grandparents for most of their help. Being that my grandparents brought all nine of their kids to America from Belize it was also very hard for them so survive and find stability. Most families that come to America from a third world country usually find it very difficult to keep up family traditions and sometimes lose all contact. My family found a way to stay very close and keep the Belizean culture very alive still to this day. As you can tell by now