Life Essay : My Life Of My Daily Life

Topic (Biographical Essay): We are interested in learning more about you and the context in which you have grown up, formed your aspirations, and accomplished your academic successes. Please describe the factors and challenges that have most shaped your personal life and aspirations. How have these factors helped you to grow?

God’s calling on my life was unclear before I came to Evangel, I said many prayers asking God what his plan was for my life. While I still don’t know the whole plan he has slowly confirmed and revealed more and more of it throughout the time I have been attending here. Along with my “calling” God has revealed what it means to be a Christian and he has done that through people, sermons, and through the books I have read in Essential Christianity. While I may not know all of the answers, I know God will reveal more of it when the timing is right.

Life, it’s a cruel, but funny thing. Life will throw you multiple obstacles just to get you to one point, message, or lesson. It’ll give you the most horrible situations, but give you an outcome of happiness and love. This is what I went through. I went through an obstacle in life that showed me that it’s not worth it to be harsh, cruel, or mean to your loved ones or piers. This obstacle showed me that we allow ourselves to let our emotions in the way of the truth and in the way of love. This obstacle shaped me to be the person I am today. Now listen to why I give these reasons. Why I say what I say. Listen to my story of how I came to be, through love, anger, frustrations, and death.

I remember waking up in a Saturday morning and I would find Sylvia the housekeeper working on the supper and the smell of fresh laundry is drying up in the sun.i would say good morning and I would huge from behind while she was working. And take my place at the table but no before I have wakened up my sister. And Sylvia would tell us to hurry up with gotta go to catechism which would be every Saturday afternoon at 2 pm.

There was no need for sunshine because I preferred the rain. I read that over and over till I was just sick of it I let out a growl of pure exhaustion.

Wake up, eat, pasture the sheep, eat, and hit the hay. This was my routine for as long as I could remember and I was ok with that. Life was great just me and my fat sheep, that’s all I really needed and of course my cheese and milk . No one really came around because my kind is known to be wild savages and lawless, and there not completely wrong, I could never see eye to eye with anyone so it’s probably best that I lived solo. My home was a mountainous cave just right for my size. The rugged walls and hard floors to others might look uncomfortable but not to me, I was content as ever. Today started same as always I awoke and made my way out to the fields. The early morning rays of sun kissed the rolling hills and I stood still, captivated by the beauty. I took in the warmth that made the hair on my skin rise. I watched as two birds hovered in and out of trees singing a song of whistles on repeat. I made my way through the trees on the look for some more firewood with my sheep not far behind getting all chunky just for me. After hours out on the pasture I started to head home with my boughs on my shoulder and my sheep to the right of me. My day wasn’t over yet, I threw the wood in the cave and closed it up with the boulder I called a door. I took a seat and got to work milking my ewes and to be honest the job was pretty ew. I can’t complain though because that was my supper and man it tasted bomb. I finished all my chores and poked at the fire thinking that this day was

Every day at our cabin we sleep in late and lay around. We go fishing and spend time on the lake. But today was different, we didn't have any bate. When I was going into fifth grade I was at my cabin with my sister, her boyfriend my two brothers my and mom and dad. My sister's boyfriend Jack, had just come back from a helping at a summer camp and had broken his nose and gotten a concussion. He had been playing a game called Bulldog. Jack had been running to catch the flag carrier when out of nowhere someone stepped out in front of him and they slammed into each other.

It was a sunny morning around 7:00 AM. I was still tired. Mia told Brayden and I to get up, get dressed, and pack a bathing suit with a towel. We were so confused about what was going on so I asked Mia what was going on and why did we have to get up so early. She didn't know either all she told us was that our mom texted her and said that we have to get up and get ready. After we had packed, we went downstairs, grabbed a water bottle, filled it up, and ran out the door. As we were walking to our moms house, I realized that I had left my phone at home, but, it was too late to turn back. I knew that, that day wasn't my day. When we arrived at our moms house we walked inside and asked her what was going on. All she said was "Nothing" and she told us to eat, make sure we had everything and go to the car. So we ate the sandwich she had made for us and checked that we had everything. We then went out to the car for the 1 ½ hour drive that was ahead of us. As we were driving on the highway, we saw the sign that said “HERSHEY.” Everybody got excited. We all knew where we were going, although our mom told us that we would see when we got there and that she wasn't going to tell us where we were going. She always did this. She never gave you a full answer. If you were to ask what she was making she would say food.If you were to ask what kind of food she would say the edible kind. I knew where we were going even if she didn't tell us. It was pretty obvious. Everybody knew. We

Lights; red and blue. Handcuffs; silver and waiting. A jail cell; cold and desolate. Each of these words describe things that a criminal would have seen before being introduced to their fate. What do a criminal and little Anna have in common? More than one would think, but that is to be explained later. Before I committed my deed, I would describe my childhood as a dreamlike bliss. I lead a pretty charmed life-two parents, a sister, a soon-to-be brother, and an iridescent, teal-colored room. What more could a seven year old ask for? But really, my life was pretty fantastic. I was a clueless little girl with a Dora Explorer(cultural allusion) haircut and larger than life bow to match. However, one day I made a dreadful mistake that haunted my childhood; I robbed the Easter Bunny. You're probably wondering how I could have possibly robbed something that doesn’t exist, but my seven year old self would tell you otherwise in a heartbeat. To me, the day I robbed the very real Easter Bunny was a day I will never forget.

I was born in a small village on a cold and stormy night, which started the anger that I still carry today. I grew up fast in my life and was soon an outcast to society. Kids picked on me, older people looked down on me, I was unable to fit in anywhere in society. I tried to be nice to others, but they were never nice to me. My mom was the only one who truly liked me. My Dad left me after I was born and he grew to hate me also. It is always cold where I live so I believe that the coldness has affected the hearts of everyone I try and get close to.

Being in love with marine animals from a small age, I was always counting down the days till I can go to myrtle beach or florida.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.

In the summer after 4th grade, my family decided to go on a vacation to the big apple, New York City. I can still remember packing my luggage full of not only clothes, but also the essential snacks. I filled that suitcase all the way up to the seams with Pepperidge Farm Goldfish, Nabisco Teddy Grahams, and Little Debbie Oatmeal Crème Pies. I packed the food in hope of having good treats for the plane ride, and my father says New York City food is expensive. Little did I know at the time that this vacation would become the story of when I got lost in New York.

I still remember the day my father left my mom and I . It was a cold rainy Sunday morning my mom and I were screaming begging him to come back. Telling him over and over that we loved him and would that we would do anything for him to stay. But it was too late by the time we got to the end of the driveway he was gone like a ghost in the night. The years after that were some of the worst in my life. I was lost, I was a boy without his father going through my school years I was harassed by my peers day in day out. Elementary school was hell for me I didn 't have any friends I was alone. I would come home with cuts and bruises. When my mom would ask I would make up excuses. I felt like if I told her I would be worrying her too much. I was so happy when my mom told me we were moving. It was a fresh start away from the bullies and the fighting. We were moving to a small little town in the middle of nowhere but I didn’t care as long as I was safe. My mom had gotten a job as a customer service provider. Things were starting to get better. I started doing better in school my grades were looking good. Until kids learned about my father leaving. I don’t know how the kids learned about it. But the bullying started back up again, that 's when I started to lash out. I started fighting back almost everyday or at least try to anyway. I was weak I was a nerd I didn’t play any sports. I was a computer geek. But through all the fighting something good came out of it. I made my first friend.

As I was sitting in my car parked in front of my house, watching my tears fall drop for drop while the rain pelted against my windshield, I asked myself why did this have to happen? Why did my mother have to pass away? I felt like the world came crashing down on me, but I had to be the strong one and hold my family together. In the end, I found that the bravery I was trying to display was only hurting me. I stepped out of the car and peered over my shoes and as the water came streaming down to the muddy ground beneath me I felt a peculiar beat in my stomach. For years I had walked into my house and seen her face as I opened the door, but on that night it all came to an end. As I walked upstairs to her bedroom, there she was, lying on the floor breathless. Clinging to my brother, I took a few steps forward and sat on the floor next to her. As I sat there next to her, with tears running down my face, I forgot the pain I felt inside and remembered that everything in life happens according to God’s will. So I stilled the pain I felt inside, wiped my tears and accepted the fact that she would no longer be on this earth with me.