My Experience In My Life

My little sister Anita was born at the time and having a baby sibling around made me feel like a big kid or a parent. I loved holding her and feeding her with a bottle my mom taught me to do while she worked at a night shift (maturation). My fourth grade year is probably the time I went through the most out of my elementary school years. I found out things were getting hectic between my parents. I would see them fight almost every day about money, cheating, and where did they go in their free time. One night when my mom came home from grocery shopping they were verbally fighting and yelling at each other. I heard it from the living room and I went into the kitchen to see them. All of a sudden, I just saw my dad pushed her into the ground and started beating her. She eventually escaped from his grip and ran into my sister’s room. She called the police and they came and arrested him for assault. I couldn’t do much because I just stood there witnessing in shock. They divorced in October while it was the beginning of my fifth grade year. I started to go through depression since the whole thing happened. I grew bitter, unmotivated for school, and even crueler towards my family and animals. I had terrible grades in my report card and I tend to get embarrassed with my teacher yelling at me. I cried over the smallest things that would happen in class. People started giving me sympathy but then got tired of it because it happened often. Around the winter time my mom started to

Have you ever been in a conversation where you have no clue what to say next. Have you ever been in a situation where you see someone you don't know and wanna talk to them but dont have the courage to say anything?

Sixteen years old can be a very confusing age in any person’s life. We’re expected to act like adults but get treated like children, the age we begin to prepare ourselves for our last year of high school, the year we start to look into colleges we want to attend and what it is we want to do with our lives. But for me it was the age when my parents thought they would lead separate lives.

I don’t know how to start my story.I might start it when I was a baby or as far as I can remember. Let’s go as far as I remember. It’s not going to be much but i’ll try my best to tell you.

Life is a series of tests. The test varies by person and it all comes down to how well you take the test that you were given and chose to take. I was given the test of being the first in my family to ever apply for a college education because both my parents never had the opportunity and privilege to attend college due to their family obligations. Finally, I chose to undertake the only sport that could ever emulate the spirit of rugby, swimming, basketball, and wrestling in one: water polo.

Knowing who you are is an important step in life. Knowing your identity is something that is expected of you before you even graduate highschool. When students are being surveyed for acceptance, they are being chosen for what they have done rather than what they can do. Granted, what you have done is a good reflector of what you can do, but what you can do isn’t what you have done. I come from a family that values hard work and character. No one in the entirety of my family has any special diploma or fancy piece of paper that tells everyone what they are good at. No one in my family has any clue what I am writing about right now.

Traveling on an airplane was crucial the way it moved me felt like I was flooding on could. Seeing the ground, the oceans, rivers, mountains, and beautiful green trees. Coming to America all alone was like a whole world turning upside down, it was a different world and new to everything, I didn’t know how to express myself and was hard to understand people, experience new knowledge and trying to put up with it for the moment.

Stomp,stomp,stomp!That's all that the 12 year old boy David Henry heard day after day. That’s because he was shipped with his Dad to the military. Then one day on the ship that the Army likes to call the submaripper. It was called the submaripper because the ship was 40 acres in total and could sink a ship by just ramming into it. Another 12 year old boy came to David who was quietly waiting for any excitement below deck. He said his name was Tanner and like David his mom was shipped to the military.

Life is full of discomfort. Each individual adapts to these challenges differently, growing and evolving into beautifully unique and complex human beings all across the world. How we deal with this discomfort, with the fears and challenged presented in life, shapes who we will be. When I was born, I suffered from both a heart murmur and talipes equinovarus, or clubfoot, a birth defect that turned my feet in on themselves. The early years of my life were spent in and out of surgeries, a time I know was taxing for both my parents, but for me my memories are full of idyllic rainy days in coffee shops as I grew up on Haight street in San Francisco. By the time my sister was born, three years after me, I could do (in my opinion) just about anything a normal kid could, and when we moved to Marin a year later I was proud of everything that made me who I was - I loved to draw, to collect stones and feathers, to garden and save worms and play with our dog. It wasn’t that life had been difficult and was getting better - for me, it had always been good. For me, I was better and stronger and more unique for what I had been through.

In first grade i almost flunked so i had to take summer school but what many don't know it's because i had just come to California because i was living in chicago with my mom and baby brother .Throughout my 6 years in elementary i went to therapy to help me with the separation of my mom and to talk about all the things i went through while in her care.I was never myself and didn't really have friends i struggled a lot i would always be down and jealous of all the families who looked so perfect. As days pass my life doesn't get any easier and my grades have always been low or barely passing since seventh grade. I was struggling with the news I had gotten that my mom had passed away and dealing with two cousins whom have had been sexually harassing me and keeping me quiet. I always thought of harming myself I felt like everything was my fault I would always cry I hung out with bad people at school. In intermediate school I would drink alcohol during school and I would burn myself with an eraser which was like a thing i did instead of cutting . I couldn't keep myself together I missed my mom all the time even though I hated her for always hitting me till I bleed or threw up I missed my brother whom I took care of since he was brought home because my mother was never home . In high school I started to get closure with her death I started to move on from past problems I would take time to myself in the bathroom where I wouldn't be disturbed to tell myself I am a human being and

Finally, were here, just getting off the plane me, Chris, and Jacob and a bunch of other kids and adults I did not know well some of them I did but I was too distracted by everything around me to care about who else was getting off. All I cared about was that we were there and the long trip was over. I got off the plane and started looking around me and I could see the water, the trees, and the heat was so bad. It felt like we were walking around and seeing the people there and it was so different unlike anything I had seen before everyone looked happy and without a care in the world. There were people walking around with drinks and smiling and laughing and from that point on I knew it was going to be a good trip.

Personally, I’ve been through a hell of a lot of problems not as much as someone with things like clinical depression. These people are hanging on by a slim thread in the balance to maintain their composure, their ideals, and their sanity. In my case, now that I mention it, my life does seem a lot easier than these other people. There was many things I had to endure to make it through my life. It goes through the age of 10 to 15.

Some days you wake up and feel something is wrong, or you feel that something is going to go very right today. The date was september 4th, 2016. The day felt pretty normal, I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast and got ready for school. I go to my bus stop at 7:30 and right now it was 7:18. I decided to see how my fish was. I have an 60 gallon aquarium that held more than 50 fish. I gave them some more food and saw that my grandpa was going to put some decorations in the aquarium. When 7:30 hit I put on my shoes and walked to my bus stop. I had a good day at school, and I thought I was going to fail my science test. I actually I passed the test, I was so happy. My day was going pretty good until I went home.

One day later that month, my mom came into the room and informed us once again to get some toys because we were leaving. Again. After we left, I remember mom told my brother and I that she and my dad were going to get divorced. I was the most unhappy person in the world at that time. I took everything out on my parents, every little thing they did was wrong in my eyes. Nothing could make me feel better. I felt though that my life would never be the same again.

As we live in this world I have felt like the situations we go through it is unfair. Yes everyone goes through hard time because no one has a perfect life or even a perfect family. At times I have experienced what losing someone or something that meant so much to me. I always wondered to myself about why these situations happen to me, which also led me to put myself in a depression stage. My father was diagnosed with liver cancer and infection in his stomach area in March 2015. As he was in and out of the hospital.