My Childhood Journey

When this year began (2015) my writing skills were in a scrabble to be at the level i knew they could achieve. TSi prep has brought me to a whole new level of writing and reading , by thrusting me into college literature and writing samples i feel more advanced in my academics.

As a little girl i used to believe that when i grew up i would be a princess who would live in a pink world filled with glitter,but obviosusly that was not going to be my future.As i grew up and learned more about life i realize that i had to work hard in order to live a life that i would enjoy.I saw the amunt of long hours my parents would put into their job to to keep my brothers and I in a comfortable place.We always had food on the table and clothes on our back but the struggle was trying to make enough money to pay the montly bills.I know the determination my parents had to make a good living for us.they worked hard for us and never gave up.I remember that at times i would wake up at 5 in the morning and hear how much in a rush my mom

In the months, weeks, and eventually days leading up to my flight to Germany the panic was gnawing away at me. Despite the fact that this wasn’t the first time I was venturing out without my parents or even my first time on a plane, it was my first time for a myriad of other experiences in my life. My first international adventure, my first time living with a family that wasn’t my own, and my first time being surrounded by people speaking a different language; all of which began with a simple decision to cross the threshold between the jet bridge and the plane.

Skipping the last week of school to fly in a plane for the first time across the ocean to another country was a thrill. Frankfurt, Germany was my first plane stop. From there I would board another plane that would take me to Budapest, Hungary, then finally to my last destination, Romania. This was the first time my siblings and I flew on an airplane and it was fascinating because every seat had a mini T.V. behind them and the food was delivered right to our seats. This was a different but exciting experience because we could watch movies whenever we wanted, we got to order whatever food we desired, we didn’t have to sit next to our parents, and sitting next to old people came with a major perk. My siblings and I always got seats next to

Three years ago, on an early, hot July morning, it was time to begin our trip to Tallahassee and Perdido Key Florida. My parents were buzzing around the entire house to try to finish up the packing, and the last final details such as food, money, and all those things that adults have to worry about before a big trip. My brother, Zach, and I were sitting in my muggy living room with all of our bags watching Spongebob, trying to comprehend how we are possibly going make it through a 16 hour car ride. My parents aren’t too keen on flying, well, actually my mom isn’t too keen on flying. My parents rented a car for us to use on the trip, because my mom didn’t want to add anymore miles on our ten year old van. Basically my parents could not trust

Ever since I was a couple months old I have been travelling. Flying from coast to coast and country to country. I have flown on nearly three hundred flights domestically and some internationally. Internationally I have been to Paris, Toronto, Jamaica, and Cancun. I have been to Cancun twice as I vacationed there for my final spring break before high school graduation. Domestically, the most notable place I have flown to constantly is Buffalo, New York where my father’s family is from. Traveling has allowed me to experience new places, foods, and culture.

I remember the first time I flew in an airplane. My eight-year-old self looked out the window of the terminal I was taking off from, astounded by the large size of the vehicle. Worried, I thought to myself how could something that big fly with so many people? Yet, as the plane took off my worries became excitement. Not only was this my first flight, this was the event that marked the start of my new life, my takeoff from Vietnam to America.

When we first landed in New Jersey, we had to wait because we had to wait for the other people going to Latvia to arrive in Jersey so that way we all were on the same plane. When everyone showed up, the girls seemed to bunch together and the guys seemed to bunch together. And myself, I was sitting all alone, thinking that I had made the biggest mistake going because I didn’t think that I would get along with anyone. “I wondered how Rebecca and I would get along.”(Gutradt 9). No one would talk to me and I wanted to talk to them but I felt alone and uncomfortable, even though I had my cousin and grandparents, my cousin found people to talk to, so I was alone even more. When we got on the plane, I got to sit next to my cousin which was awesome because I didn’t want to be next to someone who I didn’t know and didn’t talk to at the airport, the plane ride was about Twenty-two hours, which let me say was so exhausting. Being on the plane for that long is fun, but it gets very boring after a while because you’re not doing anything but sitting there and looking out of the window or listening to music, which if you don’t have enough, you will run out and listen to the same things over and over

After the initial shock and awe of finding out I was pregnant after 10 years of struggling and wondering if I would ever have the baby I had been dreaming of for so long, I began to plan every detail of my birth. I found a midwife and birth center when I was 8 weeks pregnant. I hired a doula at 12 weeks. My birth plan was written and finalized at 24 weeks. Every detail was planned-I had even planned the song that would be playing when my son would make his appearance. I'm a recovering control freak.

14 years of age and still growing. I would say that I’ve experienced being adult, but I’ve got 4 more years for that. What I have experienced is my coming of age,and transforming over my years of life. Typically, being the outgoing person I am today, you would think I’m an interesting person, doing a lot of fun things. I’m actually not though. Besides the fact that I’m a troublemaker and a person that doesn’t really make a lot of friends now that I am older. My only close friends are from when I was younger. I find it harder for me to make more friends now that I am in Highschool. I also find it easier for me to work better, harder, and more efficient on any of my school work. That’s just about me now. I’ll tell you how I succeeded on who I am today, and the obstacles it took me to get here.

Ever since I was little my life has been changed. It all started when I was 8 and woke up to my parents fighting. They were throwing things at each other, calling each other names, and hitting and pushing each other around. I went outside of my room to go to the bathroom and saw my birth mother, Katie, laying in the floor with a pool of blood by her head. As soon as i saw this I went back to my room and pretended that i never saw anything. I tried to go to sleep, but I found that unbearable. The next morning I was getting ready for school and I noticed that my birth mother wasn't there. It was then at the moment that I realized that she was never coming back. I continued on with my day and when i get home later that day my father wanted to

Back in Houston, my mother was in the hospital, waiting for my birth’s arrival. It was a Friday, November 28, the air was cold. My mom was watching TV, until the doctor came to proceed my delivery. My dad was sitting down in the room. A few minutes, and the doctor came and talked to my mother, instructing my mom to do as they say. Then my mom proceeded to push and boom, I suddenly appeared out and that's where my life all started. At the time I weighed 7 pounds. My dad picked me up and my mom chose to name me Russell, because of a basketball player she watched named Russell Byron (a player in the Utah Jazz) . That time in Houston we waited in the baby breathing room,

Growing up as a kid, I had a hard time focusing and staying still. I was fidgety and procrastinated everything till the last minute. Chores, homework, you name it, if it could wait until later, I’d being doing it later. I learned this terrible habit from watching my dad put off cleaning out our garage for the last 19 years of my life. So when I think of reading an entire book or having to write a paper, I immediately get a little anxiety knowing I won’t attack it piece by piece like I should. Pair this with a restless kid with an attention span of a rock and you can understand why I chose to play sports and video games instead of reading. That was until I found my first good book.

My story begins on the night of January 3, 2009. I never knew something so profound and distinct could come out of a situation not every young adult gets presented with. Had it not been for this night, my destiny would have a different ending. The passion to succeed and make my story become a non-fictitious life event has been the sole source of my motivation to fulfilling my dream of becoming a nurse.

There was approximately 586 miles between me and the place I was meant to be. Reno the land where either your dreams come true or they come to die. I had tried so hard not to go, the journey was hard but worth it. My Mother and Father were the ones that helped me get to where I am. My father packed all my of my belongings for the journey to the dreamland. The plan was to leave in the morning, little did we know there was so much we could not pack for, this was also a mental trip.