My Experience Of My Personal Experience

One of my personal experiences that I had was when my family decided to move from New Jersey to Florida. I never planned on moving with them but my mother basically forced me into moving with them. It wasn’t really all that moving stuff because the new house was actually pretty nice, it was just I had all my friends there and I was doing well in school. Nothing I said convinced my mother so after a week of packing we was off to Florida. The first week being there was a horrible week. Nothing was going right for me, I missed the school bus for a whole week, dropped my milk on my new shoes, and tripped over nothing in lunch. It was just trying to move back but parents always have this life lesson speech about trying to make new friends and try to get used to being here until we move again. It’s been about a month since we moved to Florida and I met about zero friends but I got used to living here since I’ve found something that interested me as an after school hobby and that was fishing. There’s barley any lakes or ponds in New Jersey so fishing wasn’t really something you do as a time waster. I usually fished right after I got home but on that day it was rainy and it wasn’t really a good time to fish so I just decided to practice my free shots until it started raining hard. I think I was outside for about 20minutes and suddenly a couple kids from my new school asked if they can shoot

When i was 6 years old my whole life changed completely my life became a living nightmare.

Friday September 13, 2013 was my worst experience ever why? Cause it was the day I lost my mother she decreased about 4 years ago on Friday September 13, 2013 she had an asthma attack furthermore it’s not a day goes by that I don’t miss her. It was hard for me when I first find out she had passed away in yet I was still young and still in Middle school, but I knew my life was about to change by cause of losing my mother will change the way I see the world. I would characterize my mother's as a beautiful, well-educated woman. My mother’s carried me for nine months, gave birth to me , she was the first person I have seen when I opened my eyes, fed me when I was hungry, didn’t get no sleep for months when I woke up in the middle of the night crying, change my diaper, watched me smile every time I seen her face, she saw me when I first started to crawl, when I took my first step, said my first word. She was always there when I needed her, especially when I was sick. When I was cheerless she was always there to make me laugh. When I needed advice she was the only one I could talk to rather than my father. She was a strong, loving, and caring mother who I always knew that was on my side, she would do anything for me and my brother and give us the perfect nurture that made us the women and men that we are today. She was the most lovely women I ever knew moreover, she always was a big part of my life and now that she had left me I can’t talk to

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.

My palms are getting sweaty; I can feel my heart beating faster. I looked at the clock everything seemed to being going slower then usually. I wanted to get this over with, I wanted to finish this chemistry exam and get it done with. This was my exam the final material that was being marked and it was weight thirty percent of my mark. This test can make a huge impact on my overall mark. I studied very hard throughout the week but I still felt like I wasn't prepared. This test seemed almost impossible; it was almost like that one moment when I was young. Two wheels seemed impossible to me back then.

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.

When I met Josh around three years ago as his teacher assistant, he was shy, quiet and kept to himself. Yet as the semester went on he became more comfortable around me and his peers and engaged in conversation with myself and other classmates. I never imagined I would meet up with him again to do an assignment for our summer English 101 class. When I sat down with him in the Douglas library, the first thing I noticed was his prominent green eyes contrasting his darker hair followed by his welcoming smile. We chatted about what our lives had been like since the last time we saw each other and he surprised me by mentioning that he graduated from Plattsburgh State University only a week ago with a Bachelor’s of Science in Fitness and Wellness Leadership. Over the two years that he was there, he would travel forty-five minutes one way to get to class from his small town of Lyon Mountain.

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!

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

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 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.

Waiting at the bach I wait for the family to turn up. The sun is shining on the lake and reflecting back, with the gorgeous different greens in the background. I think to myself on how great and peaceful this holiday is going to be. As the siblings turn up it becomes more exciting and eventful. All the plans of what we are going to do, get thrown around, everyone is smiling with enjoyment and laughter. Butterflies in my stomach are going crazy, flying everywhere, I stop and wonder where dad could be but then I think ‘oh, he’s probably just stopped for some food on the way down’.

Throughout life, incidents will always occur. No matter who you are or where you are on life’s journey. Through these incidents you are given the opportunity to learn about yourself and others. I have found that sometimes the worst things in life can teach me the most about my strengths, weaknesses, as well as about how to live life. For instance, when my father (papa) passed away in October, 2010 from a weak heart.

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.

When I think of my own personal past experiences, I think of the most significant events and most likely think that those are the times that have shaped you as who you are today and who you are in the future. When my grandpa had passed away there were major effects that my family and I had faced. Difficulties like not being able to sleep at night and having lost someone who meant something special to everyone. When I think about the smaller challenges I have faced in the past and throughout my life, I can start to put together that even the most insignificant events that have happened in the past could make a significant impact on the person I am in my near or far future. Occurrences like going through broken bones, losing friends, or even a gym teacher might have a greater force than I may have expected.