My Experience In My Life

When it comes to education, my relationship with it has been positive, for the most part. I believe that school and education are not one in the same. Although I do like to learn through knowledge and experience, I also like school for giving me a sort of work ethic.The teachers I liked the most were the ones who I could tell were

Some point in my young life there were many time I wanted to be older then I already am. I can remember as far back as when I was 13 years old I had many moments when I wish I was already an adult had my own car and house no one to abide to. As I grew up I noticed, I wanted tom be older faster I was tired of annoying teachers telling me they know where my life was heading, I wanted to prove them wrong faster than they could grade my test. I wanted to have my own house and car if it was possible I would drive to middle school. The older, I got I wanted to finish school and start life but I didn’t really know how to do it. All we ever talked about in school was school stuff but no one really told me you need to do this and do that to be successful in life.

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?

After sitting down on the porch with coffee in hand, waves of nostalgia washed over me. Staring into my coffee, flashbacks ran through my mind. The old, yellow school bus rocked back and forth over the worn dirt path on its way to the orphanage that would be my home for the following week. The scolding South American sun beated down on the school bus as I began to question why I chose to spend my service requirement here. I tried to imagine the following week which would be wifi less, family-less, and air conditioning less. After a two hour bus ride, my team of 20 people and I arrived at Orphanage Emmanuel. Orientation and assignments filled the following hours until we all climbed onto our plastic mattresses and attempted to get some sleep.

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.

School, to me and among many peers of my age, is not a distant term. I have spent one-third of my life time sitting in classrooms, every week since I was seven years old. After spending this much time in school, many things and experiences that happened there have left their mark in my memory. Some are small incidences while some have had a great impact on me. However, regardless the degree of significance, things that happened all contributed to shape the person that I am now.

I was in first grade, so eager to learn. It was the middle of class. All the students were putting away the glue sticks that had no tops, the blue and red scissors that every kid fought for. As we sat down for what we called “circle time”, I was called into the office. As I walked down the halls, I thought nothing of what was going to happen. I was too young to understand what had happen. I open the door to see my mom dressed in all black.

My childhood is filled with memories of my sister being my rock. We were best friends and she mothered me when our own mother couldn’t. We were both dealing with the same troubles and nice to share the experience with someone who understood the situation we were put in. She was also the ONLY one who was positive at the beginning of my pregnancy. I am sure she was also disappointed but she knew I wasn’t ruining my life. She didn’t make me feel like a complete failure. My mom told oldest sister and she led me away to speak alone. She told me how I disappointed her and she was excited to see me go off to college. It became the therapy everyone needed to tell me how much of a disappointment I was to them. However, they never took the time before to encourage me to make a future. After few days, my entire family knew because of a cousin who was untrustworthy. I went from feeling free to dreading family interactions.

For most of my life I had not put much effort into my looks or health. I prided myself with my intelligence but was unhappy with how my body looked. I thought it was silly to be so concerned with my mental strength but not my physical. Until my sophomore year I was overweight and did not have much of a social life.

One hour later and my life became changed forever. My loving and caring family I bonded with, would no longer be the same. The long walks with my mom in the evening would soon become a distant memory. Decorating for the holidays was just around the corner and I would have to hang up the stocking on the chimney without her. The sweet, rich, chocolate brownies she made every Friday night would leave my taste buds empty. Her hugs that made me feel loved when I was sad would now be a thought in my head, and our long talks about growing up and finding my way would be cut short.

My first experience as a freshman was not the best, but it sure was one of the funniest. I was excited and wanted to share the news with my family. My mom could not contain her laughter when she heard how she drove a bike too fast around downtown with an outdated knowledge of how. Their favorite part had been when the faces of the people were contorted in fear and their bodies screamed an alert, with the intention to step aside in the hope of avoiding me on the bicycle. Her laughter was pure. She laughed without worries. I still remember the last words of that conversation we had held on the telephone in Oglethorpe Square.

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.

It was the first year of my high school, I just finished my final chemistry exam, and came out of my classroom. I got my phone form my pocket, and I found my father called me 10 times during the test. I thought my father might has some important or emergency staff that he needs tell me, so I called him back. After serval annoying phone ringtone, I heard my dad’s voice. My father spoke very slowly and weekly，I almost can image his tired face and dirty T-shirt with his voice. He said: “Your mother got uterine cancer, and she has a surgery tomorrow. I already buy the air tickets for you and your brother this afternoon. After you guys arrived, we can go to hospital together.” I felt like I am freezing at that time, so many question jump into my mind. When my mother got cancer? If she has a surgery, how many success rate with this surgery? I want to know a lot of things about my mother’s situation, but I chose do not any question because I was so afraid of know more things. After checking boarding time and the airline with my father hangs up the phone, I felt so unreal about what I just heard. I dropped all my packages in my dorm, me and my brother Leo went to the Beijing international Airport by a taxi. It was my first time go back to my hometown after I studied in Beijing. People usually are happy and excited when they go back to their hometown. However, my returning travel was extremely sad. During the fly, me and my brother didn’t have any conversation, but I can see a

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.

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.