My Experience : My Personal Experience

MY personal experience was visiting Busch Gardens for the first time in Tampa Florida. The scenery was extremely beautiful and a very playful place to enjoy during the holidays. As I walked in the smell of different food grabbed my attention. The food court was very clean, but I couldn’t eat yet due to the fact that I wanted to hop on the roller coaster. The roller coasters were so huge it was nothing compared to the fun spot in Orlando Florida. My skin started to shiver because they were going too fast, people were screaming and I wasn’t sure if it was due to happiness or being scared.

Personal experience is something that happens to you. It can be good or bad , or can help you in your future. My personal experience is when I found out I wasn’t graduating with my class. That day showed me that I shouldn’t have been playing around I had ever thing but my English 4 credit and passing the FCAT test. After trying so many times I just give up. I felt like I didn’t belong here and school wasn’t meant for me. I hate the fact I didn’t get to graduate with my class. I wasn’t really upset just disappointed that I didn’t take school seriously.

We all have our own opinions on things. Some people have strong opinions. When people with strong feelings get together and notice they have differing opinions, it can lead to arguments. That’s what happened in my case. Recently, I experienced my first big fight with my parents over how many college classes I should be able to take.

There is a myth that in seven years, your body regenerates itself. The idea is that in that time span span, all of your cells will have regenerated themselves, so the individual parts of your body have been switched out. If this is true, this raises the question: are you the same person you were seven years ago? Unfortunately, this myth has been debunked. There are some parts of your body that stay the same throughout your entire life, like your tooth enamel and your retinas. Nevertheless, the original question still stands.

I am from a small rural town populating roughly 1000 people, grew up with loving parents, and an otherwise ‘normal’ life. A lot of things in my life changed when I was a young teen, and these experiences have largely impacted the person I am today. My family (i.e. both parents and sister) are all Christians, although I identify myself more as an Agnostic. Because of this and because of my experiences, I have become a very open-minded and empathetic person which I believe are strengths I have in communicating with others. Although I have grown a lot in my ability to communicate effectively throughout the years, there are certainly still areas where I am limited in which I will discuss further in the paragraphs below.

When I was younger, I frequently found myself with a pencil and paper in my hand. I would leave a multitude of marks on the paper in some form or fashion, whether it be scribbles, repetitive words and sentences, my name, or the names of family members. Growing older, I would find myself writing more than enough when it came to essays. I could never bring myself to leave out any details and I rarely used simple sentences. Originally, I thought it was because I wanted the validation of my parents and teachers, but it was something else I had yet to realize. I liked writing and it hit me one day when I was in my room, listening to music.

Being raised in the Chicano culture in a small underprivileged metropolis which had very little community spirit, I was taught to be able to fend for myself at a young age. My family was uptight about my reputation as if our family’s honor depended on it. I was expected to be an admirable and thoughtful person to others while keeping my personal problems inside. This setting vastly affected on how I presented myself my whole life.

Four antiquity ago on Friday, September 13, 2013 was the worst involvement I ever had why? My mother dematerialize on this particular day constantly it was a bad day. This condition is about the death of my mother. She had decreased from an asthma attack Furthermore, it not a light of day that I don’t observe my mother.to lose my mom meant losing my life. I felt I died with her. Many times I wished myself had given up, but I knew I would break the promise we made years ago before she dematerialize. Therefore, I knew my heart was about to modification due to losing my mom will observe the way I examine the planet.

As a child growing up, there are experiences that change your views on life along with what you want to accomplish in life. Fortunately, growing up for me was never what some would say a struggle. I grew up in a middle class family of five in the small town of Mercedes, TX.

Being a first-time freshman is exciting and intimidating at the same time, for me it is higher than the average because I do not usually adventure beyond the set path. This is why I appreciate my friends, who are thrill seekers and tag me along with them. At the California State University of Bakersfield, I have found the freedom to break away from the set path by following the trail on an Outdoor Adventure and experiencing the Piedra Blanca Formation Hike. My friend Ana* had invited me to accompany her on this hike because of the accessibility of the trip. The trip was priced ten dollars which is a bargain compared to the amazing excursion my friends and I were on. *(I am changing my friend’s name for their privacy) This trip included the transportation from the University to the Piedra Blanca Formation, and lunch. The day of the trip I was feeling sick and I did consider canceling but I decided I was not feeling too sick and the fresh air would help. I was waiting for my friend Ana and as she picked me up she invited me to grab a special Starbucks drink called the medicine ball, it is a mix of different herbal teas, which surprisingly did help me feel better. We arrive at the university parking lot and there are around ten other people ready to head out and we are all adrenalized and nervous to go on the trip. My friend Ana and I were preparing our snacks to head out and as we are boarding the van we meet the two other passengers, who were the trip leaders. Both were

Waking up in an unfamiliar classroom full of strangers sure is an interesting way to start the first week of summer. My eyes peeled open as I looked over at my phone...6:30 am?! In this moment, I felt confused and misplaced. My phone had said it was 6:30 am on Monday, June 21st. In the span in about 5 seconds, I had so many questions for myself. Isn’t it summer? Why am I being woken up right now? I opened my eyes fully and looked around my sleeping space. Hold on a second...where am I?! I peaked around the room, saw air mattresses lining the floor of a school classroom, and saw my best friend sleeping in the mattress next to mine. I finally made the connection. It was my first day working in my Mission Trip group!

One wonders where to start? It happened so long ago the memories are all forgotten but a couple tiny, minute fragments; Shattered pieces, I can only see small picture like memories of. The one I remember most is a story of teaching, of enlightenment. When I learned a lesson that I will keep for a lifetime. To treasure life and all things given for you do not know when they can be taken from you.

Throughout the 18 years that I have lived in this world, there have been many valuable lessons that have come along the way with experience. Starting from getting up and ready for school on time to making sure my puppy eats and uses the bathroom. Everything I have learned has come from different situations I have been involved in. However, the most collectible event came when I was just 15 years old. Majority of my friends had been studying for their permit test, while I was at home continuing my “video game career.” Knowing myself really well, I knew that I would put off studying for a silly permit test until the last possible minute as I did everything at the age.

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.

Not many people get the opportunity to travel, let alone travel outside of the country. I was given the chance to travel to Italy for school and I made sure to take advantage of it. I can confidently say that my experience abroad changed me as a person. My academic, personal, and professional outlooks are more clearer than they’ve ever been. I’m first going to give a brief summary of my trip and my experiences, and then I’ll go over what I was able to take out of my trip personally and academically.