Imagine a girl, only six, preoccupied with the normal aspirations of a child, clueless as to the chaos bound to ensue. Now envision her life thrown into a pandemonium of distress and disorder. Her father, no longer there, but seven thousand miles away. Her mother, five siblings, and her— soon to follow. But nevertheless, they return, only to face a plethora of inauspicious obstacles. I’m that girl, now seventeen. And this is my story. I grew up in many places, but Falls Church, Virginia was my first home. And as a child, I not only loved school, but I excelled in it. Until about two weeks into the first grade, when my whole family relocated to Jordan, where my father had been for the past few months. And for a young girl, with no experience living anywhere besides the U.S., it was life changing. At first, it was placid, serene, but after about a year, our savings began to rapidly vanish. By the end of our stay, we couldn’t afford chicken, or any other meat, and my parents realized the inevitable; we needed to return to the U.S. But the damage had already been done. My father couldn’t come back and my mother made the trip alone with us kids. And when we returned, she often reminds me, she only had …show more content…
That year, I won the most awards at my graduation, including the Rotary Club Award. Not to mention, I was signed up for all honors courses next year. I had seen what a lack of education had done to my father. I became determined, adamant, to thrive and to, one day, go to college. But I often questioned whether or not that would be possible given our socioeconomic situation. Thus, I endeavored to overcome and perhaps receive a scholarship, and now, in eleventh grade, I’m an I.B. Diploma Candidate. And I may not know what career I want to pursue, but true passion takes time. In many ways, I’m still that little girl, only stronger and engrossed in the world of adolescence rather than of
On March 4th, 2018, I, Officer Albert, was working as a Police Officer for the Wichita State University Police Department. At approximately 0150 hours I was dispatched to Shocker Hall for a suspicious character report. The suspicious character was a white male wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt riding a skateboard. I arrived at approximately 0151 hours on the south side of Shocker Hall and walked down the south steps towards the courtyard. Officer Andrew Abbey was on scene talking with an individual fitting the suspicions character description, see Officer Abbey's report. I spoke with the individual later identified as Tyler Micol Dane Kuhn. Kuhn's eyes were glassy and his pupils were large. Kuhn's hands were shaking and he seemed confused. Kuhn wasn't able to
When in the course of college academics it becomes necessary to type personal narratives, without so much as a hint of a topic, it can drive a student to some rather interesting conclusions. Some of these conclusions may be as simple as “Hmm, what should I write about?” Or perhaps more complicated and “Great, it’s 2:00 A.M. the day the paper is due and I have nothing typed.” No matter the situation the creative thinking process can be greatly limited, thus I present to you the narrative of me typing my personal narrative essay.
I believe that when people come together, it’s a beautiful thing. And when someone who can’t do something tries to do it and everyone else helps, that is a great moment.
I am writing a personal narrative essay. In this essay I will talk about how my family has been such a motivator for me to want to go to college. My family and I have went through some hardships so I’m going to college to help them out. I’ll also discuss my roles in my important spaces like me being a captain on the basketball team, being a peer mentor for my high school, and many other roles I play. I will touch on the topic of how my hometown has had such an impact on me.
As I cleared the jump for the last round, I heard the crowds rousing cheer, it felt as if the whole world was by my side. Leaning forward to my horse I whispered, we made it Tekeze, we are the stars now. As I made my way out of the arena other competitors and trainers have fived me and talked about how beautifully I finished the curves, nodding my head, I searched for my trainer and friends to share the excitement that I could no longer hold. As I did two men caught my attention, one was encouraging the other to walk up to me, I could hear him say “I’ll ask her afterward” repetitively and walked towards the crowd disappearing from my sight.
“Hey Dad I’m off to work” I yelled as I raced out the door to my first day at my new job. The local soccer academy hired me to work twice a week after hours to clean their building. Having witnessed my lack of cleaning skills for 16 years my dad looked shocked. For years I had been getting yelled at and called back out to “finish my job properly.” I would often leave crumbs all over the counters or left over food in the sink after being asked to clean the kitchen after dinner, or sometimes I wouldn’t pick up all the fallen sticks in the front lawn before I had to mow it, Determined to change my dad’s belief, I hopped in my car and drove off to work.
I was born into a family that has had some troubles internally, but we have been strong financially. During my life, this meant I never had to worry about my family being in a tough place financially or us not being able to afford necessities. In the 7th grade, I moved to Houston to live with my mom for the 2nd semester. I was only 13 so things were starting to get real to me. At first when I got to Houston, I was very nervous because I didn't know anyone. As the first few days went on, I started to meet a lot of new friends and then school became awesome. One of my new friend's birthday was approaching and it was the first time I had hung out with my friends outside of school. As we got out of school that Friday, we all went home quickly before meeting up for his birthday.
I was ten; it was my first year and first wilderness trip at Camp Birchwood in northern Minnesota. Four other kids, three counselors, and I had been canoeing for three days through the Boundary Waters, a vast network of lakes on the U.S. border with Canada. I’d been camping countless times with my parents and friends, and thought my fit at camp was perfect.
I am currently attending Durham Technical Community College enrolled as a freshman studying for an Associate’s degree of Applied Science (A.A.S) majoring in Business Administration. With my plan of study I will earn a total of 68 credit hours towards my degree. Only 45 of which are transferrable to a university. 45 of those credits will earn me credentials such as a Business Core Certificate, Entrepreneurship Certificate, Human Resource certificate, Management Certificate, and a Marketing Certificate. It is my goal to transfer to a university to obtain my Bachelor’s degree in Business Administration and Management. I have worked in the field of construction with my father since I was little. My father is the first to teach
My wife Erin and I started dating around April 2010, and things were going so well. I thought this could be the one I would spend the rest of my life with. We had lots of things in common but there was always something holding us back so eventually I grew tired of the constant blow offs and not wanting to make plans to get together and go out so I broke things off with her. She knew I was wrong but I thought I was in the right when I broke things off with her, was I so wrong and she has not let me forget it.
Throughout my life I have had highs and lows. Two years ago, my family moved a couple houses down from the house we were renting previously right in Madison. Life is full of changes and this move was a big change in my life. I was ready for this change even though it was unexpected because I knew it was bound to happen some day.
In 2012, my family moved to Boston from Los Angeles. I was nine years old, and the idea of “new” was scary to me because I had gone to the same school, with the same people, in the same setting for my whole life. Despite the welcoming feeling from Park, I wasn’t as happy as I could have been. As school and life went on I did not feel motivated to meet new people, play new sports, or learn new things. Luckily, this fixed mindset transformed.
It was finally Thursday and I couldn’t help but think that the next day was Friday. I was so excited for Friday because Jessica was having a huge party and my sister and I got invited. I couldn’t even sleep Thursday night because of the excitement running through my veins. It was finally Friday I woke up and went and jumped on my sister’s bed and told her to wake up because we had stuff to get done. We had to get new outfits for the party and get our nails done. Since Jessica is popular we thought we should go all out for the party. It was getting to be closer to the party and we went and got drinks. My sister is 21 so she is able to buy alcohol. We got many different types of alcohol like Mikes Hard, Kinky, and Smirnoff Screw Drivers. It was
I enjoy plans, making them, sticking to them and most of all making other people adhere to my specification. Among my many faults, I have the inability to as my friends would say, go with the flow of things or live in the moment.
It had been the file… The cold enveloped around the bare emptiness, filling me with claustrophobia. A slight nimbus of light clung to me, unraveling sheer darkness while I waited for the hour hand of the clock to creep towards eight. I stared at the badge, glistening golden.