Life Story Entries

My first day in kindergarten I was scared the first day but when I got there I was fine and I had fun. My conferences were always good in elementary. I had a lot of friends and was always popular. When I was in 5th grade I had a lot of jobs because teachers liked me. One of my jobs was after everyone got done with recess me and joey got to go pick all the balls up and usually when we picked everything up me and him play 1 on 1 Elementary

I have always enjoyed being involved in school activities. By the end of my high school career, I will have played volleyball and golf all four years. Although I was never the superstar or the best on the team for either sport, I always enjoyed playing and being supportive of my teammates. Getting involved with a team and making new friends has been half the fun. Not only do I play sports, but I also enjoy attending other sporting events. My favorite two sports to watch are football and basketball. While in third grade, I cheered on the 2004 Indian football team to a victory during the State game at Camp Randall. In 2012, I supported both the girls’ and boys’ basketball

Soccer is my favorite sport, no I don’t watch it on tv, nor do I have a favorite soccer team. So, it all started when I was eight years old I believe I told my mom that I didn’t want to do a certain thing anymore and that I wanted to play a sport a.k.a soccer. She of course told me sure. So she signed me up for soccer a couple of days later. I was so happy I was jumping up and down with excitement. Little did I know that I would love the sport. So, the day of the first soccer practice I was nervous I never done anything with the team and I had these questions running in my head like what if no one likes you here? Or what if you like the sport? Or what if you aren’t even good enough ? but I let these questions slide and I had learned how to play the sport. In that amount of time I thought no more like Challenged myself and said “ Cassie you can do this you are going to be apart of this team and you are going to be the best.” From then on I challenged myself, I practiced almost all the

Soccer has practically controlled my social life for as long as I can remember. It started with the friends I made playing on a St. Mark little league team in kindergarten and first grade. Playing for the JETS with people like Matthew Sarno and Alec Karam who became my best friends and have stuck with me all the way through high school. Not only them, but many other people I have played with for many years have become some of my closest

The earliest memory I have is of me walking in the garden of my old house. It is a very distant memory and only lasts about three seconds in my head. To this day, I still wonder if it was only a dream. Nonetheless, I can still recall the way the sun’s bright light hit the left side of my face and the cool grass under my feet. I remember seeing a rose and its prickly thorns. My curiosity moved me to touch one and I instantly felt pain. I cried for my mom and she quickly picked it out of my bleeding index finger. Never again did I touch the thorns of any flower. It is the earliest memory I have of me learning from my mistakes.

“Nooooo!” I screamed as I felt like my heart ripping out of my chest. It was beating at seventy-thousand beats per minute and I felt like I was frozen still like an iceberg in freezing water. The day had come where I was no longer needed and the government was ready to get rid of me. I heard the police sirens closening to my home. “Here take this” my mom told me as she handed me the government issued gun for my training. I was being trained as an operative that went undercover and was issued warrants to kill certain high up people in our opposing government of District 15. “Wee-oo wee-oo” The cops cars are closening and my heart is beating faster and faster. I started for the door as my mom forcefully took me into a hug. “I love you Michael, don’t ever forget that.” “I love you too mom.” And with those words I ran the front door and before I knew it the cops were already here. “MICHAEL CONROCKER, DROP YOUR WEAPON AND THIS WILL GO VERY EASY!” The police officer yelled through the megaphone. I knew that I had to listen otherwise I had a larger chance of dying than living. I slowly lowered my gun to the ground and turned around for them to cuff me. As they cuffed me I could sense my mother’s longing stare from the foyer window of our new home that I had just bought. I felt the rigidness of the police officer’s hands as he forcefully tightened my hands into handcuffs. The officer cuffing me was one of my best friends who knew that if he didn’t do what he was told that his day

Going through life changing experiences and being exposed to new and unwanted is difficult to overcome. As humans, we can withstand so much, and it reaches the point where we can no longer deprive ourselves from portraying our emotions and shedding out tears. It was like being suffocated into an internal depression with no escape that consumed the vivid and optimistic personality that was once there. It was hard to accept the reality that was laid in front of me. Hesitantly, and by force the truth had slowly began to merge into my heart. Yet, confusion and disbelief still created questions that weren’t understandable, especially when knowing that a person who radiated his optimistic energy to everyone was being devoured by a plague that left him in fragile conditions.

Soccer has been an enormous role in my life. It has brought good and bad times, one being soccer. Soccer might not be a big party in other, or even know a lot about it. Soccer has been an enormous spot in my life and also my family’s. It has started since I was six. From being dragged around the soccer field from watching my oldest brother play soccer has been around me ever since. Surrounded from all this soccer my dad was not very successful only reason two of his sons out of 5 boys to play soccer. Tristian my oldest brother, he’s 22 about the 23 helping my dad with getting me into soccer and training me later on in the years.

Lucas Jaxon Emmerling. From the day I was born I had a forever friend, a best friend. What I didn’t know about my inseparable pal, was that he would be ripped out of my life at the age of 5. I never knew the true feeling of loneliness until he left my life. Why did he have to go? Why couldn’t he read one more bedtime story? Couldn’t I have gotten one last “teddy” squeeze?

I step out of my apartment and turn to lock my cherry red door. As the key slides in, I hear the palm trees smack the side of the building. They should really move those, or at least cut them, I thought . I jiggle the handle to make sure it is locked: We don’t want a repeat of what happened last Christmas. I grab my key out of the lock and turn into the sunlight. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath in and feel the salty ocean air fill my lungs. I love San Diego so much. I love everything about it, the constant sun, the beautiful beaches, the beautifully green palm trees, and the fact that it’s so far from where I came from. It’s a place that I ran to when I needed it. I was five at the time when it happened. My dad had been out drinking with his friends and had come home upset. My mom greeted him at the door and he just got mad, for no reason, and he hit her. They started yelling. He hit her again. Then he pulled out his gun. There was a shot, then my mom dropped to the floor. I can still hear his feet pounding on the pavement as he ran. I had to get away from that. And there was no family I could run to. Maybe that’s what compelled me to change my name from Abigail to Raven, and find somewhere new to live. Somewhere beautiful, somewhere peaceful, anywhere. I turn and face the shoreline. The ocean is a beautiful teal with hints of blue and silver. Truly magical. But the ocean will have to wait till after work. I pick up my bag and walk down the sidewalk, aimed toward the

I remembered going up to my nana's house every Saturday in the summer of 2014. My little

As a very small child I don’t remember too much, but the things that I do remember were seen through a child’s eyes that has made me the person that I am today and I will always have those memory’s with me until my last breath on this earth. In this essay I intend to show how my childhood and adult life to this point has influenced my life, my journey. By utilizing the adult development theories from this class I also intend on showing how they relate to my Life experiences and where I am today as an Adult student.

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.

My crew was about to make history. Legs in my chest, ankles in my thighs, head against the wall... I was ready for this. The words, “Everyone, out!” overwhelmed me. I had made my way down a thick rope, and saw the vast amount of people awaiting me. All the citizens were hushed asleep blind to what was to come. Nonchalantly, I took my recently sharpened spear out of my back pocket. It was time, and our crew made our first move. The whole scene was all a blur to me; sharp cries and agonizing grunts. We had made a victory and sailed off from Troy back home.

When I was five, I started my first day of school, which was kindergarten. On the first day, I was slightly intimidated, but then when I went a couple more times, I made friends, I read books, and I learned how to write. My teacher’s name was Mrs. King. Thankfully, she was an amazing teacher who was kind and sweet. I recall faking falling asleep during naptime just so I could acquire a piece of candy. She gave me the candy even though she knew I didn’t doze off.