I have endured many obstacles in my life and these obstacles could not have come at the worst time, during college. The biggest heartbreak being my brother’s death and my second heartbreak being my mother’s unexpected heart surgery. My mother had open heart surgery just a month before the passing of my brother. She seemed fine at first then out of the blue she’s passed out and being rushed to the emergency room. At this moment I am very nervous and scared of the outcome of my mother. She is literally my heart and if anything ever happened to her I know for a fact I could not handle it. She is the BIGGEST supporter over my life. She always pushes me to stay on top of school and always encourages me to finish. She motivates me to accomplish anything I want in life and to always finish what I start. My mom and I are best friends and the moment she went into the hospital I lost a piece of myself. …show more content…
I tried one class the following year in 2014, but my head was nowhere near where it should have been. Even though I ended up with a C in the class, I was so frustrated that if I had taken more time to heal and mourn I would have passed the class with an A easy. My down fall was that I decided to try again the Spring of 2015 with 2 classes and that was a big mistake. I was not ready for school especially since I had taken on the responsibility of caring for my
I still remember that day I was disappointed in myself because I didn't put a lot of effort in all the classes or study enough to get a passing grade on the finals. I came home with tears in my eyes I couldn't believe that next semester I was not continuing with my classmates and I wasn't going to receive my certificate. I knew I had to go back next fall to retake the radiology class all over again, but just for the lecture part. The whole winter break I was in shock because I wanted to continue with my classmates and I wanted to graduate at 19 because that was my goal. My mom told me it is okay to fail, many college students fail in some of their classes but they don't give up the continue and learn from their mistakes.
Obstacles, like being an undocumented first-generation student, have shaped my identity in numerous ways. My story is an exercise in resilience, and I believe it to be powerful. However, my story can also cast a shadow over the more enjoyable, albeit mundane, aspects of my life. My love for food is a little-known part of my life which has brought me joy and many learning opportunities. In middle school, I wanted to be like one of the famous French chefs who defined modern cuisine.
Since I was a child, my mother would tell me to try my hardest in school. She told me thought thing because as a child, she never had the opportunity to go to school. She only completed up to 4th grade, because her family couldn’t pay the tuition to attend. She would had to wake up at 4oclock in the morning to sell food, to make a living for her family. We were fortunate enough to be able to come to the United States in 2005, but tragedy happens a year later. She received a phone call, saying that my father was in a serious car accident, on the night of Christmas Eve, he passed away. Since then my mother, became a single mother having to support two children by herself in a new country. There
During my sophomore year, I became depressed and antisocial due to problems in my life. My mother has been sick with a brain tumor since 2009 and she was diagnosed with brain cancer in 2012. It has been very hard on me and especially for my mother. I worry about her because she has shown signs of severe depression, she often talks about that she would rather be dead than alive anymore. After all of the pain, all of the humiliation of not being able to walk well, the embarrassment of not being able to write well, all of the staring and comments I would hear about my mother, she is still strong. After 6 years of pain and suffering along the way, I do not blame her. Everything seems to get worse. She now needs surgery due to avascular necrosis that was caused by many years of chemotherapy. I began to lose motivation slowly because I did not have any friends in any of my classes and I felt like I was stuck in a
There are many obstacles in life that have influenced a person's way of living. Many of them you can overcome and many you can't. Hardships can influence a person's life by impacting it in a negative way.
When I was ten, my mother moved to NYC for a new job and my life as I knew it changed forever. The extent of my vocabulary at the time didn’t extend much beyond hello and goodbye. At school, I constantly felt like I was dreaming. My classmates would talk to me, but no matter how I try, I couldn’t understand anything. Determined to master English, I watched everything from cartoons to the news, trying to make sense of the phrases I heard. I spent hours poring over books, looking up meanings of words. It all paid off six month later, when I suddenly realized I was thinking in English instead of just translating. The experience taught me that I should persevere when faced with adversity and that with hard work anything is possible. As a physician,
All throughout my life I loved to run; I even participated in track and cross country all throughout middle school to quench my thirst for a long run. Around the beginning of winter, of my junior year, there came a time when I thought I could no longer run. To further elaborate upon my situation, whenever I would do strenuous physical exercise, or even write in class, my muscles would instantly feel fatigued. It felt very similar to the feeling one gets when their hands have been outside in the frigid cold. I could not even do ten push-ups. Regardless, my muscles would not move as I would like them to. This became a painful obstacle in my daily life. After countless doctor's visits and no signs for a cure I felt hopeless, defeated, and disheartened.
Ever since I could remember, I heard the expression “you can do anything you want, if you put your mind to it”. I never thought it to be true until I experienced it for myself. My weight was something that I've always struggled with and because of it, I met many obstacles in my life. Some of which affected my physical health and self-image. I also had personal issues that I had to face . I knew that I needed to make a change for the better.
On a cold weekend day in the middle of December six years ago, my parents sat my brother and me down for a family meeting. I expected to hear exciting news about the upcoming Christmas holiday. Unfortunately, the news was not exciting, and I was anything but prepared to hear it. My parents began by talking about how much they love us and how much we mean to them. I started to get a terrible feeling that the discussion was going to take a turn for the worse, and then came the dreaded word: divorce.
Everything happens for a reason. The thing that impacted my life the most was when my parents got divorced. Next was when my two siblings moved out of town to live with their dad. The last thing that had a pretty big impact on my life was when my dad got engaged. These are the three most things that had an impact on my life.
Throughout my life obstacles appear around every corner. From the time when I was a newborn and my mother had found out she had breast cancer to when my parents had told me they were going to get a divorce. For some, these situations may be depressing to talk about or even uncomfortable. In my mind, however, the more I talk about it and see how it’s changed the way I view life is a more than beneficial opportunity.
The obstacle that I had, stopped me from being happy, or living the life that I wanted to live. Being alone, antisocial, and other obstacles that I had, blocked me from being happy and instead lead me into a life where I did not know what to do. Sometimes an obstacle is nothing physical like a barrier or some force, for me it was mental warfare that I had with myself for years that I still deal with to this day. Conflicting with yourself is just as bad as someone else or an object because you have to deal with the fact that you did this all to yourself, you can’t give anyone else the blame. That however, could lead to even more mental warfare in your own head, especially if you are very defiant to take blame like I am.
Throughout my life, I have overcome many obstacles in my life. Anytime I progress in my school life it is meaningful to me. It may seem blunt, and people may not feel the way I do, but growing up with epilepsy, it was very tough for me to succeed. School was not always hard, and all of my classes are not hard, but it is hard to remember content that I am taught. In the beginning of my ninth grade year is when I was at my lowest point of school. I had my first grandmal seizure since I was a baby, and since then my short term memory has played a big toll in my life. It is bad enough to the point where I can come home from a day of fun, and not remember what all I did, or who all I saw. I knew it was a problem when in my algebra 1 honors class,
The pain of losing someone close to you, especially a parent, is never something you can ever quite articulate. But, the lessons you learn and the person you become in the aftermath is a little easier to explain. My mother was my best friend. She was ornery, funny, and brilliant in her own way. She always knew how to soothe me and she always made the effort to, even when she was combatting her own issues. In 2009, my parents divorced due to my father’s anger issues and drug use. In addition to becoming a single parent, she was also physically disabled due to work injuries and dealt with pain almost constantly. Her death was May 26th, 2015, just six days after the end of my freshman year. The exact details are burned into my memory, but at the same time the entire day is a blur. I remember the train of emotions hurtling in myself and in my loved ones; the panic, the rage, and the absolute heartbreak I experienced during what I dub “The First Year”.
I have experienced many things that have impacted my life, but none compare to the second time I have moved in my life.