My First Impression Of My Life

For the majority of my life, I had been shy, even though it didn’t seem like it most of the time, I was scared to death when I met new people. I know that it sounds extremely trivial, but I feel that when you first meet someone, you’re ultimately giving them their first impression of yourself and that is a lot of pressure. It seemed almost certain that I would lead a life of being a social wallflower until March 2017, more specifically, March 28th, 2017. This day was and still is important to me because I learned how to be confident, and through my experience, it taught me something that I will hold onto forever. Prior to this day, I was an extremely introverted person and rarely went out of my way to make friends. As a volunteer at day

I have some extremely strong feeling, trying to reflect back to my earliest childhood memory of my life, my first version was describing the setting that of my father hitting my mother over the head with something. Now, I know it was a gun. She was lying in a pool of blood in front of the fireplace with, me by her side trying to wait her up, then going outside crying so my, grandmother could hear me. There were so many scary moments in my childhood. I, can remember as a child, my father and brother falling in a lake of water with my mother screaming and helping them to get out, our house catching on fire with my mother and me along with three of my siblings trying to get out with her telling us to hold on to her and don’t let go. Which my father was no there to be found. Later we learned that he was drinking with his friend up the street under a tree. I was told a few neighbors came to help. Then we stay with my grandparents which I love. Because I love waiting for my granddad to come home from work so he, could take me to get vanilla ice cream. After moving to Cincinnati, Ohio at the age of six from Alabama. My father continues to be very abuses to my mother for fourteen years of their marriage. Thank God she’s still alive today.

I was sitting in the back of the taxi in Ukraine. The car moved and I began to see the one I love fade into the gray night fog. I will never forget the feeling I had during that moment. Like something was being ripped from my heart - a moment of great despair as I leave both my family and my country.

My old bedroom was a place of warmth- most of the time. She was my place of refuge. I would run and jump into her arms when the world did me wrong. We made crafts and shifted through old memories together. Yet, she acted differently when others were around. She took off her frames to reveal a new layer. Her guest were bitter and harsh. They had a fuse shorter than kindergartner’s crayons. I wanted to excused her guest, but it wasn’t my place. I wanted to leave, but she didn’t permit me. I had to let the guest do her critic, then she would leave us

Kindergarten came a month later. I met my very first best friend there, Jenna. Sadly we lost touch when I moved to Barrhaven. Anyway, my classmates were nice and didn’t tease me or make a joke about my name at all. However, they were still saying it wrong and I was aware of that. For whatever reason I didn’t attempt to correct them, I don’t know, but I do know that it was taking away my confidence little by little. I was becoming more reluctant to tell people my full name. Finally, one day I decided to do something about

It is not long before we turn into a neighborhood, and pull into the driveway of a one story, tan brick house. I step out of the van and my shoes crunch on the brown grass. Mel shows me to a room with walls that could have once been pink, but are now a patchy shade of brown. A lonely mattress covered with a blue sheets is plopped on the stained brown carpet. The only piece of furniture in the room is a cherry dresser with peeling wood. I have to jiggle the drawers before they only open to halfway. It doesn’t take me long to unpack considering my lack of items. I sit trying to run my fingers over the carpet, unsure of what to do. The fibers are crunchy like the dried paint on the brush of a

Over the last several days, in preparation for this paper and my upcoming interviews, I have done quite a bit of reflection into myself. I have examined carefully the experiences I have had in all areas of my life, namely in a professional setting, within my educational background, and amidst my personal life. I have scrupulously singled out the most prominent and valuable strengths I have, as well as the challenges which impede me the most and are in need of the greatest amount of improvement. Finally, after much consideration, I have established a range of goals of which I plan to reach successfully by the termination of my chosen internship.

Dear Magna, Utah, how much your basement frightened me. This was the first, and last, house my parents owned together. I have so many fond memories living in this house. During this time, my family raised Dalmatian dogs. The movie 101 Dalmatians also came out, so our pure-bread puppies were very popular. My dog, the male, I named Patch. I picked him out of the litter when he was a puppy, and raised him for years. Patch was the first dog who ever bit me. It was completely my fault, and I remember my dad beating the dog. My dad had cooked a huge bone, and had given it to the dog. As he was eating the flesh off the bone, I had walked over and tried to pet his head. The dog misinterpreted my movements, thought I was going to take the bone, and

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before we moved to a temporary apartment. The new apartment was significantly more vast in a less clustered environment. Every aspect of this apartment exponentially surpassed the former one. The walls were entirely painted and had a bright white color, the rooms were significantly bigger, and there were virtually no

My eyes were red and my visions were blurry. I woke up from a sudden bang outside of my house. It was probably just the raccoon digging for trash. I took a quick glimpse of the clock. It was 5:00 A.M. I went back to sleep, after that disturbance. I woke up and found out that it was 7:50 A.M, and school started at 8:00 A.M. I was late on the first day of school! I brushed my teeth and took a quick snack from my snack bag. As I hurry outside my house, I climbed onto my electrical bike. I rushed down the streets at full speed like a hurricane combined with a tornado and REALIZED my brake wasn't working! As I crossed the street, a red car came out of nowhere to a yellow light at a speed of 55 mph. BOOM it crashes into me. I flinged into the air and my face was about to land on some hard asphalt cement. Then in a sudden the red car was beeping at me like it was like an alarm clock. I knew it wasn't normal for people who just crashed a young teenager and starts beeping randomly instead of helping. Hmm wait...beeping like an alarm clock...Then I woke up and realized that I was dreaming. It was 6:45 A.M. Oh yeah, I was to tired too mention that I had a lot of crazy dreams these past weeks. Hey, at least you were motivated enough to read this far into the narrative story.

It’s my first day at work and i’m already late because my alarm clock didn’t wake me up today for 7:00AM. I’m starting a job as an architect today and it’s one of the most important job’s in our society. If you're late on the first day you're automatically known as lazy in the gossip of the society.

“Alright, I’m going to go move the truck out of the road,” my mom told me from the door. I darted up the other half of the stairs skipping a few. The first thing I noticed was the master bedroom. It had a huge bed area with a gigantic bathroom, balcony, even a wlk in closet that you could litterally walk in, it was about 50 ft deep and 20 ft wide. It even had a mini hall way that led into a smaller room. I think it was a little sitting area. After I checked out the guest bedroom I went

Everyone has their own unique beliefs and motives that push them through their lives. I have many different beliefs instilled in me that mold my day to day life. These beliefs have been formed either by learning from my parents, or by personal experiences. One major conviction of mine is the pursuit of happiness. There are many ways to strive for happiness, and all people are unique in the fact that no one shares the same goals. My happiness comes from a core of beliefs. Religion is an extremely important part of my life, and I can thank my mother and father for that. Another belief of mine is that hard work pays off; in many situations I have been shown that a good work ethic goes a long way in being successful. I also believe in being an optimist throughout life’s trials and tribulations. Many things can upset me in day to day experiences; however, I believe it to be crucial to obtain a joyous attitude. These beliefs have become priorities to me and carry me through my life, and help me to succeed.

A million memories flash through my mind as I ponder upon my first outlook provided for reading. Warm and inviting during practice, and the hiss of the cold winds on night games, I could be found nestled under a blanket with my mother, reading. The cool and crisp air of fall baseball season holds these precious reminisces. As early as two years old, reading was a part of my daily and nightly routine. Without even knowing it, my mom was embedding a love for literature deep in my soul.

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