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?

The easiest thing to pick on people for is their appearance because that's what everyone sees. I was very insecure growing up because of this. I would go home crying everyday because of these mean kids. It got to the point where i'd stop eating to lose weight and would use so much makeup everyday. I ended up losing around 20 pounds in just

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.

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.

Five words kept replaying in my mine, “Promise me you won’t tell anyone,” and I did that; without hesitation, I promised. Overwhelmed with emotions that are churning through by body, I’ve realized that I’ve just made a statement that consequently, I would grow to regret. Feeling bemused and as though I can barely breathe, and knowing that I will betray her, the decision is made. Every part of my being knows that I must find him; at her expense.

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 sitting at a picnic table with a young boy struggling next to me. His hand was gripped so tightly onto mine that there were petite fingernail impressions lining my hand. He was screaming, crying, kicking up the loose gravel that laid on the ground. All because he didn't want to kill a fish at fishing camp. This was just one of the countless fits a day that this young boy would have in a day. And learning how to help him was one of the most gratifying experiences I have attained in my life.

Lights; red and blue. Handcuffs; silver and waiting. A jail cell; cold and desolate. Each of these words describe things that a criminal would have seen before being introduced to their fate. What do a criminal and little Anna have in common? More than one would think, but that is to be explained later. Before I committed my deed, I would describe my childhood as a dreamlike bliss. I lead a pretty charmed life-two parents, a sister, a soon-to-be brother, and an iridescent, teal-colored room. What more could a seven year old ask for? But really, my life was pretty fantastic. I was a clueless little girl with a Dora Explorer(cultural allusion) haircut and larger than life bow to match. However, one day I made a dreadful mistake that haunted my childhood; I robbed the Easter Bunny. You're probably wondering how I could have possibly robbed something that doesn’t exist, but my seven year old self would tell you otherwise in a heartbeat. To me, the day I robbed the very real Easter Bunny was a day I will never forget.

When I visited my parent’s backyard the first thing I noticed was the welcoming atmosphere. My Mother greeted me at the door with ice cold lemonade that was so sweet I felt like I was forming a cavity right then and there. My Mother led me to the grand rustic table on the spacious wooden deck that wraps around the house. The table was gorgeous; it had elegant golden designs painted on it. The four chairs around the table matched it perfectly. Sitting in the other three chairs were my Father, a very tall and very sweet man with blue rimmed green eyes, thick black hair, and a mustache to match. Next to him was as always was my Mother, a very beautiful and generous woman with golden brown hair and rich brown eyes. Also at the table was my sister, a very skinny and sassy girl with bright blonde hair and rich brown eyes that match my Mother’s. That moment is when I realized I was a perfect blend of both my mother and father. I had inherited his green eyes and her golden brown hair as well as his demeanor and her generosity.

When I was a child, I thought the world of my parents. Up until recently, I still did but, after that, my opinion changed. Allow me to elaborate. Around one month before my birthday my aunt was due to have her first child. The toffee colored walls and dark oak floors of the home werewere like those of the evening hours of a desolate campground. The familiar faces and calligraphy on the walls presented me with a situation in which I felt no discomfort whatsoever. My mind was at peace in that home, regardless of the circumstances. The rough carpet between my toes provided me with a sense of belonging and purpose. The flow of memories overloaded my mind causing the room to spin based off the sheer amount of what had happened here. The intensity and magnitude of these initial moments were similar to when one consumes a spicy pepper or the initial flavor of a Lemonhead candy, painful at the beginning, but oddly pleasing as time goes on.

In order to not go off topic, I will make a long story short. I am now 35 years old and I will be graduating this December of 2017 with my Master's degree in Public Administration. I am looking forward to graduation day, because I want to look my father (who has worked at supermarkets and bodegas as far as I can remember, for minimum wage without health benefits) in his eyes and let him know that as a man I appreciate all the times he beat me as his form of discipline (I needed that). I know that he was scared for my future. Besides the numerous times that I saw him and my mother on their knees praying for me, I know that beating me was his only way of fighting the bad habits that I picked up on the streets of Brooklyn. He disciplined me for stealing money and clothes (which I did because they couldn’t afford to buy me name-brand clothing). By stealing or selling drugs was the only way that the people I associated myself with got what they wanted. My father would try his best to explain to me why ethically and morally it was wrong to steal. He also disciplined me for not respecting him, for hanging out on corners and dangerous parks during late hours of the night with malicious people and for representing our family in such a terrible way. I want him to know that his efforts did not go unnoticed by me. It might have taken me a while to realize that the paradigm instilled in me by our community was misleading me to a false understanding of life (the visions of these

Well, here I am… It’s taken me six years to get to this point since I, still a school student, emailed Harvard a naïve question: How do I get accepted?

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.

It was late in the afternoon on a balmy spring day, and the sun was slowly beginning it’s evening stroll down the path to meet the horizon. Then finally to disappear beyond the edge.