Descriptive Essay About My Life

Topic (Biographical Essay): We are interested in learning more about you and the context in which you have grown up, formed your aspirations, and accomplished your academic successes. Please describe the factors and challenges that have most shaped your personal life and aspirations. How have these factors helped you to grow?

Damn, I only had ten minutes left to be at work! With my keys in one hand and my stuff in the other, I went to the car. I freed the back of it for my puppy although she hated to be in cars. I sat down in the front and drove about fifteen minutes with a crying dog in the back. When we were there, I hurried up to not get in any trouble, with Yalda on the leash.

After that we headed home. And the car ride home was not good I puked on the side of the road because I was hot and when it is hot I puke.

There are so many great things about growing up. Like learning how to drive, being allowed to stay out late, or just being able to do things with your friends whenever you want. Something nobody ever tells you about growing up is that when it comes to friends, you either grow closer or grow apart.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Was the sound of my alarm going off this morning. It was a beautiful Saturday day today. I was so excited because my mom and my dad are taking the day off work to hang out with me. They feel that they don’t spend enough time with me, but they really always have enough time for me. I headed down the stairs to make breakfast for my parents and I. Whenever we are all together we usually have our warm, fluffy, cinnamony, frosted goodness for breakfast. My parents weren’t up yet so I thought that I would make breakfast for them this morning. I opened the cold, fridge to get the can of crescent roll cinnamon buns. My parents don’t really like to cook gourmet breakfasts much so these are always in our fridge. I cracked the container open and started putting the buns on the tray. I was about to put the cinnamon buns in the oven when all of a sudden i heard a sound upstairs almost like the sound of someone throwing up. I quickly put them in the oven and sprinted upstairs. When i made my way to my mom and dad's room, I found my mom walking out of the bathroom.

My life has been a crazy roller coaster with many events that have affected my life all in different ways. There have been times where my life has been at its highest peak in the world then it falls down, right into a deep valley. From the time my lovable younger sister came into my life to when my grandpa had a near death experience, I have learned many valuable lessons through the rough times as well as the more happy times. When I was a young girl, my mom had always told me the same thing over and over again. I never really thought about how a few words would have a deep effect on me in a short amount of time.

School, to me and among many peers of my age, is not a distant term. I have spent one-third of my life time sitting in classrooms, every week since I was seven years old. After spending this much time in school, many things and experiences that happened there have left their mark in my memory. Some are small incidences while some have had a great impact on me. However, regardless the degree of significance, things that happened all contributed to shape the person that I am now.

There are three very important aspects that play a major rule in my life. They can be categorized as intellectual, social, and spiritual. My intellectual self is interesting because I am mainly right-brained which means that I tend to use my creativity more than my mathematical skills, also making me a visual learner. My social self consists of friends, family, and my surroundings. I spend most of my time at home with my family. Whenever I am with my friends, I observe their behaviors and listen to their opinions. I am more of an independent type of person. Being with different people has influenced me into appreciating different cultures and beliefs. I have learned things that have now been incorporated into my own set of beliefs and

I was walking home from school, on a bright, sunny day in late September when it happened. I hadn’t walked home from school in a long time. Today, I stayed late for a volleyball practice. I told my parents that I knew the way, that I could get home by myself. Unfortunately, I was wrong.

My childhood was stuffed with the juicy taste of fresh blueberries growing from the shrubby overgrown park fence. To the chirping robins early in the bright dawning sun as the big yellow monster interrupted their song. And the best, the fragranced breeze of sweet, lavender, trumpet shaped flowers blossoming from the Jacaranda tree. The tree where I met Kaylee, my quirky full of life neighbor and best friend since I could remember. That was until the summer of 2010.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.

When you think of someone who is a product of their environment, you may think of someone who steals because they may have grown up in poverty, or someone who abuses women because that 's what they grew up watching happen in their own home, or maybe even someone who was raised in a very strict home may have grown up to be a very straight laced individual. My story is a little different. My story goes deeper than how I act on the outside, my story is about the inner workings of my mind and how growing up the way I did has directly affected me as an adult person today.

My childhood was never something that seemed to be a typical boy’s childhood. I never watched sports as kid since the T.V. channel was dictated by my parents so all we watched were shows like Law & Order, CSI, and Fear Factor. I never learned about cars whatsoever and talking about girls always perplexed me. I never understood how someone could base their feelings about someone based off physical appearances, but that could just be because I was very pessimistic and was always very distant of people in general. Video games are something that I loved to play and was something I thought would be a normal guy thing. While I had played video games, they mainly consisted of Nintendo games which are generally much more docile than games than

We all have that one person we look up to the most, we turn to for advice, encouragement, or just a good laugh. My person lives in a long, white house with rusty, red shutters. Surrounding the house, there is a garden, shop, shed, and dog pin. Inside the house, is where the builder is found. You will see a tall, thin man in navy blue work clothes that has seen and experienced more than I could ever imagine. He fought cancer and WON, lives with Parkinson’s disease, is a care taker of his wife who lives with a form of Parkinson’s disease, and continues his garden year after year providing food for his family and people of the community.

Heat was pouring in through the window, which I had opened in the hope of cooling the room down. Summer was truly the worst season, bugs finding their way into my room and the heat constantly suffocating me. A cold shower wouldn't go amiss. A loud shriek infiltrated the room as my brother started fighting with my sister. I needed to leave. I left my house that day frustrated and bored. I came back silent. It was still light outside, the sky hadn't