My Experience : My Personal Experience In My Life

As I grow older and live new experiences, I realize how my childhood and God led me to the circumstance I am now, which is my last semester of nursing school. I come to appreciate my mother’s hard work to get me through school as well as through life. Growing up in a low-income family in Los Angeles, California with a dad who was a full-time alcoholic and drug addict, was not a good circumstance to grow up. My mother did not speak English or had a job and believed that a married woman is to fully depend on her husband. There were times when my 2 siblings and I had nothing to eat since my dad barely came home with money after spending it all on alcohol and drugs. Due to this living situation and the fact that I was the oldest child, I felt the strong responsibility to drop out of school once I was old enough to work. Education was not an option in my future. Since we didn’t have much money, my mom signed my siblings and me to free afterschool programs at my local Catholic church, so we could learn more about our religion and the importance of God in our lives. I remember my excitement to wake up early Sunday mornings to get ready for mass, even though it took 2 bus routes to get to church. I learned from nuns and priests the importance of caring for others as if they were my own family because everyone deserves the same type of care. Caring was something I learned through religion, and not something I was born knowing. As a way to start fresh, my dad decided to move us to

The idea of flying has terrified me since a youthful age. Being in a metal bird, thousands of feet above the ground, that consumes me from one location to the next safely, doesn’t sound appealing. A pilot, who I could only hope knows exactly what he is doing, has my life in his hands. When I found out that I would be taking a helicopter to prom instead of a nice car, I honestly believed I was having a nightmare. The one entity in the entire world that scares me the most will be my transportation of choice for the ultimate night of my adolescent years.

Two, very different experiences, 14 years apart, have dramatically made an effect on the choices I have made and the person I am today. At the time of each experience, I did not know the magnitude each would impact my life.

It was the summer of 15. Filled with travel, laughter, and smiles. But, at that time I didn’t pay attention or even cherish those moments. Now, I truly know how much I miss the feeling of being that happy all the time.

Day 60: W-why am I here? I’m not crazy… Besides, it’s not my fault, he still terrorizes me!

I tend to believe that my life has been fortunate compared to families in other places of the world, but also similar to many of those families. I was born in Hidalgo, Texas to a poor, low-income family. I lived in Reynosa, Mexico for the first four years of my life where I learned to speak Spanish and basic knowledge thanks to my mother. Since I was the first born, my parents have always been overprotective of me. When my sister was born in 2004, we moved to Pharr, Texas, where my parents built a house. My father worked long hours day after day to be able to provide for us while my mother took care of us and the house as a housewife.

I am currently living in San Antonio,Texas, but I was born in Wichita, Kansas. The city Wichita is a much smaller than San Antonio, so life was extremely different than here. The city was calm and quiet, not much really happened so I was allowed to venture out and explore.My elementary school was only walking distance from my home,meaning I could travel to and from school without any problems. While I walked home, my mom would always have something ready to eat the moment we walked in the door. My mother has always been a affectionate woman. She has a friendly heart, but will raise her voice if she needs to. She and my father would always teach us right from wrong and showed us that when someone was mean, kill them with kindness. My father is a hard working man and tries his best to get along with everyone. He exceeds at his work to make sure that we are better off than he was as a child. No matter how exhausted he is after a day's work, he always takes the time to talk to us and make sure we are doing good. He pushes us to always try our best and is always providing support. He always tells me that I am intelligent, but for my sister, he supports her in a different way; she is not as skilled and keeping information. So my parents help her study. My sister is five years younger than me,so we don't always get along. She is loud and annoying, but can also be caring when she has to be.When she was in elementary school, she always came home saying how much she loved it. It

Hello , Im Jamie i'm 18 years old and I want to travel the world when I get out of college but that but that seems almost impossible for me .

At the age of four, my parents divorced and my life as I knew it changed forever. I moved to nine different schools before graduating high school and was raised by a single mother. The most brutal reminder, however, was our family dinner. I remember all too well the taste of stale bread and damaged foods purchased from consignment grocery stores. In a sense, I lived the stereotypical Appalachian life in Wise County Virginia, which lies directly on the border of Eastern Kentucky. The way I found to best cope with my situation as a child, was to respect what my mother could do to provide for her children. To this day, my mother and I have a very close relationship. We rely on the advice of each other for anything from emotional support to her business ventures. Through the times in which she struggled to provide for her children, our family learned together that cohesion and cooperation could pull us out of any circumstance. My grandfather was a mortician, community leader, and CEO of Norton Community Hospital for 40 years, which is a small hospital in Southwest Virginia. I spent most of my early childhood with my grandparents and without this upbringing may have never found my interests in medicine. Living in Appalachia, I witnessed a decline in the health of my family, friends, and neighbors at an unusually rapid pace. My upbringing gives me a perspective on the need for patient-centered and cost-effective healthcare. I learned to make the most out of every situation and

After struggling through a tedious, fourteen-year battle of demanding instructors, cruel girls, inedible lunches, and grueling assignments, I thought that my journey of receiving an education was finally over. While participating in my high school graduation in May 2017, I remember thinking that I finally accomplished my goals and finished learning. Soon after graduation, I realized that I had to begin a new journey and was in turn, infuriated. I mean, what is the point of a “graduation” if a person just has to continue pursuing an education for usually at least four more years? If you ask me, that sounds more like a bogus celebration to make people think that they are done with school when they are actually not even close. Anyways, to get to the point, I finally thought I defeated education, but in truth, education came back swinging and then proceeded to drive me out of my hometown into something awful known as college. Once driven out of my home, I found myself in Montgomery, Alabama, which is where I have spent the past three months. Over these past few months, I have been through one of the most challenging journeys of my life. From intense battles of stress to the lovesick Kydo, the purple-headed monster, and the evil serpent, I have faced many trials. Despite these struggles that I have endured, I have somehow remained strong and am still alive today to tell many of my experiences. Thus, I have decided to put the journey of my first semester of college into writing

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

I was 6 years old when I got the news that me and my family were moving to Portugal for a few years. It was my first time on an airplane, my dad had recently got a job in Portugal and we all moved there to stay close to him because it would be a few years. I was having the best of times on that airplane and couldn’t wait to land in a different country, for the first time as well. I had an amazing childhood, we ended up staying five and a half years in Portugal. In these five and a half years, we were able to travel a lot inside Europe because it was practical and very cheap. We traveled throughout Portugal, Spain, Italy, France, Germany, Switzerland, Turkey, Greece, Austria, and Andorra. We even went to Morocco because it was very close to Portugal, and it was one of the best trips I ever had taken. After all of this, I fell in love with traveling.

When I was young, every adult I met told me, “Don’t be in a hurry to grow up!”, and I told them I was not. Though I looked forward to my freedoms I would achieve as I became older, I usually enjoyed being a child to the full extent. There was no other time in my life that was full of pure happiness; but one minute I was five years old, spread out on the living room floor, tearing through the Target toy catalog and circling everything with a black marker, the next minute I was seventeen, smiling sheepishly while my parents’ friends ask where I planned on going to college.

In my life probably bad things happen more often than good; but I always try to make the best out of every situation. The events that happened to me do not match up with my personality but they had somehow change the way I act or think. With my short time living in this world that can be cruel and break anyone I learned that life is what you make out of it. I don’t worry about my future too much because everything that you had planned out can be ruined in a split second. I just go one step out at time, even though my parents get mad at me, but I’m still going to try to achieve my same goal.

Everybody has a diverse environment in which they grew up in, and it is unique to the individual, never to be replicated. I have experienced this sense of variance first hand. Growing up with a father birthed in Syria and a mother from the coast of Long Beach, California, my childhood was, to say the least, interesting. However, everything that happened from my birth until now, all made me who I am today, someone I am very proud to have become after these seventeen years.