Growing Up-Personal Narrative

When this year began (2015) my writing skills were in a scrabble to be at the level i knew they could achieve. TSi prep has brought me to a whole new level of writing and reading , by thrusting me into college literature and writing samples i feel more advanced in my academics.

I was slowly rolling up the street, sitting in the back of school bus number 741, for what felt like a normal Wednesday afternoon. I looked out the window as we entered my street and I couldn’t believe eyes. Little freshman me had my face pressed up against the bus window, desperately trying to comprehend why there could possibly be so many emergency vehicles in my driveway. The bus came to a stop, I ran to the front, and scrambled down the steps. I got off the bus, stopped, and looked at the 7 house walk I took every day to make it home. This walk I did everyday felt ten times as long and as I got closer and closer my vison started to blur, legs started to crumple, and all

The average kid goes to your average traditional school and learns as the average kid does. I look like your everyday average kid but I am not average. The average kid starts out in life meeting all the milestones, going to school, making friends, and moving on with their life in their average world. I, on the other hand, started out on day one not being average. I was born with a simple and common medical condition but because I was meeting all the milestones, like babies do, the doctor ignored my mom when she told them something was wrong. I was meeting all the milestones, except for one. I didn’t start talking when I was supposed to start talking. The doctor assured my mom repeatedly this was common in a fourth child because there were

As a little girl i used to believe that when i grew up i would be a princess who would live in a pink world filled with glitter,but obviosusly that was not going to be my future.As i grew up and learned more about life i realize that i had to work hard in order to live a life that i would enjoy.I saw the amunt of long hours my parents would put into their job to to keep my brothers and I in a comfortable place.We always had food on the table and clothes on our back but the struggle was trying to make enough money to pay the montly bills.I know the determination my parents had to make a good living for us.they worked hard for us and never gave up.I remember that at times i would wake up at 5 in the morning and hear how much in a rush my mom

I am a first generation child to have been born in my family, the first generation who is about to graduate high school and the first generation to go to a college and succeed in life.

There are plenty of points in my eighteen years that made me grow up more than I really needed to. Moving from Michigan to Spain when I was nine, smoking my first cigarette when I was eleven, my dad leaving when I was eleven, my first alcoholic drink when I was twelve, losing my friends when I was fourteen, et cetera. Some of these were just me trying to act like an adult when I wasn't actually ready, but none of these were some pivotal point in my life where I went from being a child to being an adult. And now that I think about it, maybe that's just not how it works. Maybe adulthood doesn't always come crashing down on you at a major point in your life, but comes in gradually like the sea on a calm day rising higher and higher on the sand.

Change is the constant thing in the world. From infancy till now many dramatic changes take place in my life physically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically intellectually etc.

My son, John, embattled in virtual warfare, finds his spaceship commandeered by a rival. Such a manoeuvre strikes him as odd given the framework of a game geared to skill and ability rather than attack, aggression.

Growing up as a kid, I noticed a reasonable difference in my life where my mind grew up faster than my physical body. Maybe it was the strict rules that matured me or the high expectations instilled in me that formed my personal character. Remembering those lonely walks on my way to elementary school through the heart of a developing Desoto neighborhood and those short friendships formed on the rusted playground detailed the beginnings of my childhood. The constant dreams of becoming a successful man in the footsteps of my father clouded my head as I laid in the bunk bed of my hopes that shadowed the doubts of my developing mind. Through the ticks of time, it truthfully told the struggle of confidence and purpose as I searched for a safe haven

“Gotta keep my head held high” Yes, this is a quote from the a Miley Cyrus song. As funny and immature as that may seem, as a ten year old girl going through a struggle that no kid should have to go through, they were words I lived by. Growing up was not as easy for me as it was for many other kids my age, moving from school to school every couple of years made it hard for me to entrust in people and made me believe that anyone wouldnt be more than just someone to talk to for a few years only to leave them behind in my memories. It was routine, it never fazed me that my life was different because I was fairly sociable and never had a problem making friends.

I live in a mountainous region and am always inspired when I see what I believe to be a miracle: on a sheer cliff, where it would seem impossible for anything to grow, a tree will stand tall, growing straight out of the solid rock. I believe that I should be awarded this scholarship because, like this tree, I have the "courage to grow". Through hope and teachability, I have turned personal obstacles into a solid foundation from which I have grown as a person. For example, instead of allowing multiple moves to discourage me from settling, I have decided to make a difference everywhere I live. From starting an outreach group for new students at a school in the South to ministering to military children at a church in the Rocky Mountain West, I

I felt like some of you know me one way, others in a different way. Many of you don’t know my full story. So here it is. Growing up I was always bullied and yeah it hurt, but I got through it. I was just taking what life was throwing at me. I had anxiety growing up that led to depression in about the 7th grade. I just tried my best to deal with it. Growing up I always felt out-of-place, always wishing I was older and more independent. Once I got to high school I knew things would change. But never in the way that they did. It was an instant success, well the social part at least. Everyone wanted to know what I was doing and where I was going. And oh let me tell you I’m going places. Things were different in high school I had tons of friends. All my good ones

Growing up for me was quiet. I lived an average life, for example I would go to school, mom and dad would go to work, and we do it all over again the next morning. Nothing really changed until the beginning of second grade. After one week of second grade at a school I had been going to for years, my family decide to move. After we moved once we continued to move. To this day I don’t know why we moved around so much, but it caused me to check into a different school each month. I had changed five schools in less than a year.

On the fifteenth of January 2009, I sat with my nine-month pregnant mother, in our miniature one bedroom apartment, discussing the gender of her baby. I continually expressed my desire for a brother, who would share my interests of destroying toys; however, my mother insisted on a sister, believing she would counteract my vicious attitude. Debating for hours on end about every aspect the child exhausted me to the point of passing out. Soon, it approached my bedtime, 9 p.m., I quickly tucked in next my mother beginning to dream about the adventures I would encounter with my new sibling.

Turning into an adult can be tricky especially if you’re too young. Josh had to turn into an adult extremely quickly. He had to be like a father to Joey and make sure he had all of his needs. This happened to me when I was 11 when my Great Grandpa passed away.