How To Write A Developmental Autobiography

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

Transitioning from childhood to adulthood is often portrayed as a long drawn out process. Growing up, I pictured my coming of age to be gradual, and swift. I imagined going through the motions, (as they do in Disney Channel sitcoms targeted at 12 year old audiences) being an angsty teen,dying my hair an outrageous color, getting a piercing without asking moms permission, or dating the high school “bad boy” (I’m talking to you DJ Tanner) and finally coming full circle; a well behaved fully-functioning citizen on her way to college. Instead of this swift, gradual development I had in mind, my switch from girlhood to womanhood felt more like someone kicked down my bedroom door at five in the morning, flicked on the lights, and proceeded to scream at

When I was nine, my parents divorced and my dad moved back to his hometown. When I was 11, my mom moved my family out of our hometown to Frederick, Maryland. My mom was a single, working mom, and I was often left responsible for my three younger siblings. For the past 6 years, I have been cooking meals, checking homework, and cleaning up after my siblings.

As a child and most of my adolescent years, both of my parents were my primary care takers. My mother worked in an industrial society where the labor union was present, making air craft engines for Rolls Royce. My father has always drove some kind of truck, whether it be a semi or a dump truck. My mom usually worked long hours and most of the time seven days a week so my dad was home with us from the time we got out of school until bed time.

I was born on January 6, 1878 in Galesburg,Illinois. My wife was born on May, in Hancock,Michigan. I left school after the eighth grade to help my family and I left Galesburg for the first time to see Chicago. It was hot as a Jalapeno in June. When I was 19 I left home in June, I went to work on farms and railroads as a laborer. I was a walking freight train. I rode a freight train then I became a hobo. I sharpened my interest in labor laws and the plight of working people.

My whole life I felt love, but never like the love I experienced three years when I walked in the Lawrence County Developmental Center. The LCDC is the special needs program for the student of East Lawrence and I was chosen to be an aide my sophomore year. Most of the kids could not speak, if they could speak they still had problems communicating. I felt like I had walked into a totally different world, and that made me want to spend every free moment in the LCDC. My three years with those kids taught me the most incredible lesson: your life is what you make it.

When I was a pre-teen, my parents were not getting along for various reasons and started arguing often, which ultimately led to their divorce in 2011. I felt a great deal of responsibility because I was an older brother, honor student, and participated in many athletic events or programs at Resaca Middle School. I became

Growing up as a child, I was different from the rest of the kids in my current community. I grew up in a tiny religious dot, barely recognizably on a map; West Union, Ohio. I moved to Cincinnati shortly before my first grade year, but I can visually account for many memories that were created during my first portion of life in West Union.

I was born on May 2, 1994 in Orangeburg, South Carolina and moved to Columbia, South Carolina at the age of two. I am the oldest of four children, the two youngest being my paternal half-siblings. Growing up my hobbies were volunteering, fencing, cooking, and outdoor activities. At the age of 12, I began my work career by volunteering. Legally, I was too young to work but I knew I would need job experience to get a job one day. Over the next three years I volunteered at a community center for library (Richland County Public Library- Sandhills Branch), a community center for low income children (Bethlehem Community Center), a

I was born into a world of diversity, although not in the way that most people might think. My world is the world of medical disabilities. This may seem like a sad and scary world, but it’s a world full of amazing, unique people who have faced adversity. I was born with Caudal Regression syndrome, a congenital disorder in which there is an abnormal development in my spine. This disorder brings along many issues, including a solitary kidney, issues with the function of my colon and bladder, and deformation in the feet. Facing these issues meant I would spend a lot of time in the hospital. There I met magnificent people who changed my perspective on life, and pushed me towards positivity.

Life seems to undo itself weather you want it to or not. My husband became distant at first and our relationship became sporadic and isolated. I still loved him and tried my best to make him happy, however he became more and more turbulant and resentful towards me. One day his anger was gone and everything seemed like it was going great, I dont even remember what I said but I remember when he hit me. A black eye for 3 days and then an antagonizing yellow reminder of where my supposed place was in his insufferable

When my parents became separated, I lived with my mom most of the time. Since her priority was her business, she would come home late every night. Found myself home alone mostly every day and night. My mother got very sick because of the stress she obtained from working

When I was about 14 months old, my parents separated which then led to a divorce. Since I was extremely young, I cannot remember how it affected me. But once I got into grade school, I was in great knowledge that something was different. I then started to understand the affects my parents’ divorce had on me such as anger, resentment, feeling of loneliness, and prob-lems with communication. Now that I am a young adult, I still feel like I am being affected by those same problems except now I am able to control myself when I start to feel the symptoms. Divorce has had a huge impact on my life.

It is a pleasure to be able to attend one of your classes, UNIV 190, during the fall of 2015. First, to introduce myself, I am a freshman at Clarkson University named Ashanti Larisse Fleming. I was born to two African-American parents named Arthur Fleming and Kimberly Dowdell 17 years ago on December 22, 1997, in Hartford, Connecticut. I have spent the majority of my life living in Connecticut, and the experiences I have there is what influenced and shaped my personality, behavior, and other aspects of myself into what it is today.

I grew up loving children of all ages and wanting to be a caregiver. I was the baby sitter and nanny to the neighborhood and my church ward. When I was in High School’s it was no surprise to anyone that I chose to work in the school’s child care center. I continued working with children at several child care centers until I went to school.