Experiences Of My Experience

I have learned lot of things in my life. I want to share one of the most important lesson he always taught me is to be discipline, kind and challenging work. I would like to thank my dad for making me a successful, strong and wise woman. My dad is my special and precious gift to me. I thank god for giving such a loving, caring and friendly father to

One of my personal experiences that I had was when my family decided to move from New Jersey to Florida. I never planned on moving with them but my mother basically forced me into moving with them. It wasn’t really all that moving stuff because the new house was actually pretty nice, it was just I had all my friends there and I was doing well in school. Nothing I said convinced my mother so after a week of packing we was off to Florida. The first week being there was a horrible week. Nothing was going right for me, I missed the school bus for a whole week, dropped my milk on my new shoes, and tripped over nothing in lunch. It was just trying to move back but parents always have this life lesson speech about trying to make new friends and try to get used to being here until we move again. It’s been about a month since we moved to Florida and I met about zero friends but I got used to living here since I’ve found something that interested me as an after school hobby and that was fishing. There’s barley any lakes or ponds in New Jersey so fishing wasn’t really something you do as a time waster. I usually fished right after I got home but on that day it was rainy and it wasn’t really a good time to fish so I just decided to practice my free shots until it started raining hard. I think I was outside for about 20minutes and suddenly a couple kids from my new school asked if they can shoot

I could hear footsteps, when I opened my eyes I saw my dad shaking me by the shoulder. That day we were had to get up at 4am and make our way to an entertainment park. We were already 5 minutes late. It was a morning of rushing around and a bit of frustration. After a short shower I grabbed a snack and jumped into the car. We had a 30 minute car ride ahead of us. This was not our car, we had rented one because we were on vacation in Costa Rica. I was in 7th grade then. It was the last month of the year and my dad had saved money for months for this trip it was our 3rd day into the trip with 4 days to go. My 2 brothers Ian and Gage came with us, Gage was only 5 years old, Ian was 13. Once we arrived at the Entertainment park we were right on time. The gates opened at 6am giving us just enough time to get some breakfast . Once we got there I sat down in the waiting room and waited for my dad to sign the waiver papers. After he finished signing we walked outside into a small area, there were harnesses

One of the most memorable moments of my childhood was on a somber night in the early days of my childhood. I could incoherently remember myself in the bathtub alone playing with

As a child, my parents signed me up for the Boys and Girls Club summer camp. The composition of this summer camp was not like those of the summer camps that I had originally gone to, such as those focused on math and science, composed of children who were predicted to be successful scientists or engineers, it was composed mainly of low income children who had experiences that differed from my own as a child of middle-class parents. Initially, I felt like a complete outsider. Yet, as time subsided I realized that I had to face the challenges associated with developing relationships with people who have diverse perspectives and backgrounds. I learned how to effectively work with diverse groups through completing service projects and team-building

My palms are getting sweaty; I can feel my heart beating faster. I looked at the clock everything seemed to being going slower then usually. I wanted to get this over with, I wanted to finish this chemistry exam and get it done with. This was my exam the final material that was being marked and it was weight thirty percent of my mark. This test can make a huge impact on my overall mark. I studied very hard throughout the week but I still felt like I wasn't prepared. This test seemed almost impossible; it was almost like that one moment when I was young. Two wheels seemed impossible to me back then.

As a child growing up, there are experiences that change your views on life along with what you want to accomplish in life. Fortunately, growing up for me was never what some would say a struggle. I grew up in a middle class family of five in the small town of Mercedes, TX.

I will start by saying that this has been one of the by farthest emotional roller coaster semester I have been through since beginning of school. I came in thinking it would be a smooth ride, but then I realized that adding more field hours is challenging despite of having only three classes. Also, it still is hard to manage the workload from grad school and my own personal life. Nonetheless, I also feel that this semester has thought me a lot about myself and strengths I carry.

Early one Sunday morning, rattling as per usual, I phoned someone I knew vaguely through my work who had drink in the house and begged him to bring some over to me. He refused point-blank to give me booze or money. I was raging. Instead he found out where a meeting was close to me (it turned out his brother was in AA in the USA) and took me later that day. That was my first AA meeting. I was still rattling and my head was completely taken up with how to get drink. My only real memory of that meeting was a man ranting about something. When later someone from the Social Work Dept (my son was in care because of my drinking) suggested I give AA a try that first meeting didn’t put me off and my impression at my second meeting was they were nice enough folk if a bit staid. I was welcomed, no one was ranting, a kind older gentleman quietly told me I need never drink again and some women gave me their phone numbers. I thought they must be lonely if they wanted me to phone them, I didn’t realise they were giving me their numbers to try and help me. I didn’t take on board what was being said and quite soon I was drinking again.

It was the cold of January. We had just gotten back to school after the short, but still sweet, winter break. The first few days were a blast of course. But as time moved on, I quickly realized how bored I had become with my life. I had fallen into a routine almost as strict as a soldier standing guard a fortress. I woke up, went to school, came home, and went to sleep, just to do the same thing the next day. Sitting and contemplating for hours about possible new hobbies became my speciality. Yet, even with all of the thoughts, nothing new sparked interest in my mind. This was until my Drama teacher brought something to my attention.

Walking up to Las Vegas Academy’s campus as a freshman for the very first time was unimaginably exciting. I noticed right off the bat that I have many more responsibilities that teacher rely on me to fulfill, awesome friendships that seem unlikely, and genuinely fantastic, pure enthusiasm that fuels all the teachers and staff at LVA. At first, I was a little scared of my placement in terms of my abilities, and I thought I was in the wrong place at LVA. However, no I believe I’m right where I’m supposed to be. I waked into LVA thinking I knew it all, but I realize now that I have so much to learn, and LVA will fill in the gaps. As of now, I look at last year, already, and think about all the unwise decisions I made academically and socially. For example, I would procrastinate to work on some of the most crucial assignments, succumbing to distractions, and I would let my friends be alone sometimes just because I wanted to be alone. I wish I could change some of those instances. Nevertheless, these decisions and their corresponding lessons make me who I am, which is someone that wants to change for the better.

When I met Josh around three years ago as his teacher assistant, he was shy, quiet and kept to himself. Yet as the semester went on he became more comfortable around me and his peers and engaged in conversation with myself and other classmates. I never imagined I would meet up with him again to do an assignment for our summer English 101 class. When I sat down with him in the Douglas library, the first thing I noticed was his prominent green eyes contrasting his darker hair followed by his welcoming smile. We chatted about what our lives had been like since the last time we saw each other and he surprised me by mentioning that he graduated from Plattsburgh State University only a week ago with a Bachelor’s of Science in Fitness and Wellness Leadership. Over the two years that he was there, he would travel forty-five minutes one way to get to class from his small town of Lyon Mountain.

Waking up in an unfamiliar classroom full of strangers sure is an interesting way to start the first week of summer. My eyes peeled open as I looked over at my phone...6:30 am?! In this moment, I felt confused and misplaced. My phone had said it was 6:30 am on Monday, June 21st. In the span in about 5 seconds, I had so many questions for myself. Isn’t it summer? Why am I being woken up right now? I opened my eyes fully and looked around my sleeping space. Hold on a second...where am I?! I peaked around the room, saw air mattresses lining the floor of a school classroom, and saw my best friend sleeping in the mattress next to mine. I finally made the connection. It was my first day working in my Mission Trip group!

Throughout life, incidents will always occur. No matter who you are or where you are on life’s journey. Through these incidents you are given the opportunity to learn about yourself and others. I have found that sometimes the worst things in life can teach me the most about my strengths, weaknesses, as well as about how to live life. For instance, when my father (papa) passed away in October, 2010 from a weak heart.

I am a perfectionist, or a precisionist as some may say. I am deathly afraid of failure, and possessed with the notion that if I make even one minute error, I will lose everything I have fought to achieve. And unfortunately, that fear controls me. My goal of being best I can be is what damns me, and it was not until recently that I how inhibited I am by my anxiety. When I first enrolled in College Credit Plus (CCP) Composition 1, I had no idea what to expect, all I knew was that I was going to get an A in the class no matter what it took. Like normal, apprehension consumed me and I could think about nothing but the grades and the possible ways I could fail. Now, I am nearing the end of the course. Looking back, working hard, in spite of my fear, gave me an irreplaceable gift. I have come to realize, through taking CCP Composition 1, that my perfectionist attitude has complete control over my writing, and furthermore, through the ordeals of the class I have come to understand that I can change, that I do not have to be consumed with worry, and that I can allow myself to write the true feelings of my soul without restraint.