My Journey Of My Life

My childhood was a happy one, for a moment at least. The first seven years of my life had gone by in a flash living in Bear, Delaware. I don’t know if I had so much fun that somehow, I transported myself into the future. The next thing I knew my family along with the new addition of my younger brother Ethan was moving to Powder Springs, Georgia. This tendency to stop and look at my existence at specific points in my life continued through 6th grade with the family moving again to Dallas, Georgia. Fast forward a few years after 8th grade my family and I moved for the last time to West Chester, Pennsylvania. I have moved a lot and it caused a lot of stress and uncertainty but I don’t regret it for a second, because from this constantly winding journey I learned one important lesson. There are challenges and obstacles everywhere you go but your reaction to the situation will decide how successful you will be in life.

When I was in Mrs. Drawdy’s class and I left early to go to the island called Hawaii. I got to bring two of my friends with me and my brother took two of his friends. Then we went to the airport to go to the Hawaii.

The summer before I went into the sixth grade my mom took my two sisters Natalie and Liberty, my brother Derek and I to Chicago for a family trip. We drove for a long 8 hours. My mom picked Chicago because that is where she was born and raised. She also wanted us to know where she lived and know about her childhood. When we arrived in Chicago, the first thing we did was go to the neighborhood my mom lived in with her adopted family and where my grandparents lived. My mom cried a little because it had been so long since she had visited her old house. After that we went and checked into our hotel and went to dinner at a steakhouse. Then once we were done eating we went to a car show.

Part of me is Seoul, my birthplace and my grandparents’ home. This place has taught me to appreciate family values and Korean culture, among the tall buildings that are very close to touching the sky, and the cars’ beeping sound.

I would like to start with a unique experience during the summer before 8th Grade. I was going on a 14-hour plane ride to Japan where I would stay for 10 days. It would be my first time flying without my parents and my first time flying over the Pacific Ocean. I was hesitant to go because none of my friends were going but I took the chance and I am very glad that I did. Before I embarked on the ten-day trip, the students from Japan came here for a couple days. During that time I went to a White Sox game, to downtown Chicago and to the Museum of Science

When I was about 8 my dad took my mum, sister, me and my grandmother to a very special place that I still to this day remember very clearly. We were going to go to Dubai, the land of the rich. My whole family were basically hysterically laughing of happiness when they heard it, but of course I was kind of reluctant on going when I first heard it as I was still small and never traveled. It was going to be my first time traveling on a plane and flying out of my country, I was really nervous and excited at the same time as I was sort of

I grew up in a remote rural village in Rift valley-Kenya, my family and friends expected me to join the Kenyan police like most of my relatives, but my life would follow rather a different course. Unfortunately, in 2012 my father died of meningitis. It was hard watching him in a hospital transition from a strong man to a mere shadow of what he once was. The most prominent memory I have is when one night, the hospital machine began beeping louder and louder as my father laid comatose in his bed. I knew something was wrong and rushed to the nurse station, but no one was there. I looked around in the hallway, but my search was in vain. When I went back to my father’s bed, it was already too late. He was gone. I was deeply affected by his passing and felt like I was now the surviving father of my family and had to soldier on to comfort my siblings. Desperate, I turned to God for answers. I needed to know of God’s love and my spirituality became a guiding force that brought peace and happiness in my life. I became a youth pastor and a Sunday school teacher for a local church in Kenya, a role in which I acquired leadership skills and a gained a better understanding of the western medicine. Due to those tough times and other instances of medical neglect in my village, I generated a deep desire to help my fellow villagers thence began my life-long pursuit to become a physician.

Ten years ago, I was only about 3 to 4 years old, and my parents had placed me in a daycare. It was right across the street from our school, and I went every single day, even on the weekends --- unless it was a holiday break or special occasion, of course. One bright, perfect day, when my mom picked me up to bring me back to our house just outside of Frankton, she told me that my dad and her had a surprise waiting for me when we reached home. After the 5-10 minute drive, we arrived at our house. We went inside and my dad was packing a bag like he was going to go somewhere to stay the night. I remember immediately being very thrilled because I thought we were going to go on a family vacation, and I ran to go pack a bag. My mom stopped me and told me what all I needed to pack: a change of clothes, pajamas, hairbrush, toothbrush/toothpaste, etc. She also told me to pack a book or game to play on the way there. I went into my room and packed, thinking about where we were going for vacation. When I was done, we got in my mom’s old white SUV and started driving away.

It might not have been one of the best memories of my childhood, but I found myself holding on to it, because we were all together as a family. It 's only been three years since the trip, but it felt like ten years had gone by. Eric was in college, and I had just started high school.

At this point in my life, the last thing I expected to do was to have the courage to follow my lifelong dream of being in the healthcare profession as an Occupational Therapist Assistant. But, a heartfelt presence remained within me when I first became introduced to this field as a young woman working at a hospital. There was also a calling to assist individuals and contribute to their care and recovery in their daily lives that persisted throughout my life. Being in a position of making a difference in the lives of others is an extraordinary privilege that I do not take for granted. The dream of being part of this profession was put on hold but never forgotten, when my educational pursuits led me in another direction as an Elementary School Teacher where helping at risk students reach their fullest potential intellectually, emotionally, physically, and socially was both challenging and rewarding. My career for the past 8 years has been that of a Certified Elementary Teacher with a specialization in Bilingual Education in Spanish and English as a Second Language. I have been fortunate in this manner because I have taught underserved children in a lower socioeconomic school who are at risk of failing due to their classification of being English Language Learners. And for the past three years, I have enjoyed being the PreKindergarten Bilingual Teacher for these exceptional children and made lasting friendships with the staff and parents at this school.

My journey starts at a small Philadelphia public school, Greenberg Elementary School. At six years old, as most Kindergardeners are, I was a very curious learner; constantly asking the teacher questions about why birds flew and why dogs bark. I learned new games from my friends in the school yard and I learned how to add and subtract in the classroom. Learning wasn't just what I was taught in the classroom, it was also information that I picked up from people around me, such as my friends and family.

As a very small child I don’t remember too much, but the things that I do remember were seen through a child’s eyes that has made me the person that I am today and I will always have those memory’s with me until my last breath on this earth. In this essay I intend to show how my childhood and adult life to this point has influenced my life, my journey. By utilizing the adult development theories from this class I also intend on showing how they relate to my Life experiences and where I am today as an Adult student.

Somebody has rightly said “Life is a journey” and i completely agree with that person. In fact i believe, life is merely not a single journey, it is indeed a combination of various small journeys that teaches one or the other thing to a person and leave and ever lasting impact on his or her life. Today in this article, i am going to talk about one such journey of mine, which was for few hours but have left an everlasting impact on my mind forever. Delhi metro services- one of the best and the most commonly used transportation means in Delhi, it do not need and sort of introduction. But for the ones who don’t know it, let me tell you- few decades back METROS were once those trains which can only be seen in discovery channel or in some hi-fi foreign magazines and in developed nations.But

Connecting people with their heritage is very important, it gives people a sense of their true identity, exploring and learning about their culture and giving them some pride of where they come from. My parents started to plan this trip many months prior. Before going, my family and I had to get these antibiotic shots to protect us from any diseases at Nigeria. I remember getting multiple shots to my shoulder areas; couldn't feel my shoulders for days. My cousins and parents also arranged to take the same flight as they were planning to go to Nigeria as well. My dad wrote a letter to me and my sister's teacher explaining the reason for our absences from school as ware were going to miss almost 2 weeks of class. The day finally arrived On

On the date of October 27th 2017, me and my friend Tovah were on our way to a cabin in Branson for her birthday. While we were there we went shopping at Tanger Outlets and we went to The Haunted Lost Cavern at Top Of The Rock. Now in the essay below you will read about my memorable journey with my friend Tovah.