My Journey Of My Life

A month into my seventh grade year, I walked into my teacher’s classroom, Mrs. Wong, and never have I felt so imperfect. I told her I did not grasp the course, Algebra 1. She refused to let me drop out of her class by explaining to me how important math is, and how it’s very easy to learn and use in the real world. I could remember every day after school, the same routine- cool winds running through my hair while I ran back and forth on campus alternating from the season’s sport to tutoring. My dad would yell at me saying, “Get your head out of the gutter!” during games, since I was studying math. At the end of the year, I took the District Wide Assessment for Algebra 1. To my surprise, I received an advance score. That year, I gained something

My mother responded “what’s wrong.” I then told her the bleak news on that sunny day on our vacation in Cape May. My schedule for the upcoming junior year was released that afternoon and I didn't just get the hardest math teacher, I got the hardest teacher in the whole school period! It was my worst nightmare. The first day I walked into class, one of the first things that came out of the teacher’s mouth was “test are worth 60% of your quarter grade, so if you mess up on one, your average will be in the toilet.” “Oh boy” I muttered under my breath, “I’m in for it this year.” But believe it or not, as the class went along, I actually liked the teacher. And even more shockingly, I enjoyed math. For the first time ever I truly liked math, and it was because it was hard. I know that seems paradoxical, but it was true. For the first time ever I had to work at math, and I mean really work at math to receive a good grade. But during those hours and hours of work I gained an appreciation for the subject. It was no longer cold hard numbers, but rather I saw how everything was in harmony in math. I started seeing equations as puzzles and I was Sherlock Holmes trying to solve the case. It was enjoyable, not because it came easy, it was enjoyable because it didn't come easy. I had more success in that class than I did in any other math class I ever had. I earned a 98 average and I also got a 100 on the midterm and

My story begins on the night of January 3, 2009. I never knew something so profound and distinct could come out of a situation not every young adult gets presented with. Had it not been for this night, my destiny would have a different ending. The passion to succeed and make my story become a non-fictitious life event has been the sole source of my motivation to fulfilling my dream of becoming a nurse.

I. Personal Profile: As I ponder over my thoughts and reflect on where I am in my journey of spiritual growth, all I can do is just thank God for all He has done. My spiritual journey has been full of ups and downs, but I would not change any of it because I had to go through the things I have went through to get to where I am today. Before I started living fully for Jesus, I was just existing and living my life without a purpose. I was lost and was seeking validation from everyone but God. My spiritual journey did not start until I realized that I was searching for happiness in all wrong places, and that my happiness was found in God. Once I discovered that and began building a relationship with God, my love began to increase for Him and all He has done. I began to see things clearer and God started removing toxic people out of my life and molding me into what he created me to be. In this season of my journey, I believe God is taking me through the pruning phase. In john 15:2 it says, “Every branch in me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it do that it may bear more fruit.” Jesus is stripping me from everything that no longer serves a purpose in my life. He is setting me apart and preparing me for my purpose on earth. God is changing everything about me from the inside out, and removing anything that is not of him and making me more like him. He is making me very uncomfortable, so that I have no choice but to learn to fully

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 college applications were complete and I was on top of the world. My father couldn’t be more proud of my accomplishment. His face beamed with excitement as he enthusiastically told all of his friends, colleagues, and family that I was about to transfer to a university. The rejoicing didn’t last long, and came to an abrupt halt when I witnessed my father having a seizure and collapsing. He was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor that week and passed away the following summer, causing my life to take a drastic turn. Since my father was the only person I relied on, his passing had a major impact on my life. Yet, the hardships subsequent to his passing played a powerful role in the person I have become and fuel my pursuit of becoming an attorney.

My journey has been in many ways an attempt at finding myself and my place in life. Immediately after graduating High School I joined the National Guard. Partially because I felt compelled to do what I could after 9/11, but also because I had no direction in career or life. Truthfully, I just wanted to get as far away from my normal every day as possible.

I enjoyed when people would gaze up at me and express their admiration of my so-called God-given intellectual, as if the most dexterous dancer came out of the womb on pointe. My journey of running in the first tier of the marathon began when I was fighting to reach the fallopian tube as a perplexed cell, and continued to my teenage years of sprinting through the academic block. I had never planned for this increasing momentum to the top of the podium to cease, until last year. No really, I genuinely believed that I would never drop from that spot, and that if I did, my world would be completely demolished-the gazillions of shattered pieces splattered at the bottom of the Atlantic. Well, I guess I did not pacifically need to glue those pieces back together anyway; the peculiar glisten they reflected underwater didn’t seem to be any duller than before.

Growing up going to a Christian school it taught me a lot about the person I wanted to be a have now become. Experiencing life and incorporating the morales from the past is the biggest challenge of all. I felt like I always had faith as I have always believed in a higher power than myself. Living life through the lens of watching everyone you ever knew such as your parents, grandparents, exes and so forth all pass away; left me with confusion, frustration and more importantly I felt abandoned. I was able to close the last chapter in my life two years ago and something started to change in me. During all the chaos, I could not see all that was going on around me and I lost myself. I did not recognize the person I had become, the wife the mother, I could barely recognize her. I started to change the way I thought positively in October 2016. I knew I wanted more for my next generation, being that they have no family like I did growing up, I knew my husband and I needed to change our style of thinking and incorporate a strong foundation for our children and more importantly pave the road to a religious legacy that will last generation after generation.

The past three years of my life feel like the only part of my life where I have truly lived. The massive majority of my most cherished memories and greatest challenges have taken place within the last few years. On December 26th 2015 my mom surprised me with a intro flight at my local flight school as a Christmas present; it was a simple flight up and down the Miami coastline at five hundred feet right as the sun was setting, and I was hooked the instant my instructor Rudy gave me the yoke. Seeing the city lights ignite the coast as we calmly trekked over downtown Miami was an image that incited a sense of wonder and longing in me that I had never experienced before. That short one hour flight went by in an instant, and before I knew it I was back one week later to begin my journey to where I am today. Over the course of two and one half months I balanced sophomore year of highschool with my private pilot training, finishing two weeks after my seventeenth birthday on March 31st. The next week I started my instrument and breezed through it in two months, and I quickly moved onto my commercial. The biggest obstacle of my commercial training was Time. By the time I was done with my instrument and ready to knock out my next stage of training, I learned that one needed to be eighteen in order to take the checkride. This happened to work out nicely, as it allowed me to focus more on school and enjoying my accomplishments with some relaxing cross-countries to build time.

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.

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.

We’ve all gone through journeys. Small ones, large ones, significant ones, insignificant ones, but journeys nonetheless. Even as I, Ananya Bhatia, being a 13 year old, have gone through many journeys that I am sure will keep impacting me later on in my life. I am an 8th grader who attends Salem Middle School and I’ve lived in Apex, NC all my life. However, I can’t say the same for my family. My parents and all the generations above them have all lived in India and have gone through different struggles and different journeys throughout their life. For this project, I interviewed my grandfather, Krishan Kumar Chopra, because he loves to share his experiences and I am very close to him. He was very excited to share this story with me and it made me rethink parts of my life and be thankful for what I have.

When I was a child, my father always came to me and told me a quote, but over the years I have changed it into my own and now I live by it everyday: “Tomorrow is a brand new day, and a gift from yesterday. If you’ve failed, rise from your ashes and create your own path and leave a trail behind because you cannot take others paths to live your life. Life is your adventure and what you make of it.” I have always loved life and the people that are in it. Since I was a child I have had the biggest dreams of going and doing anything I wanted to be and that nothing was going to stop me. To pursue and make that “any dream” come true I focused on these three things: being determined, encouraging others, and hardworking.

It was in the years of my adulthood, about twelve years from my joining of the Child’s Union, and it was on my vacation; my vacation, that was, from Kim Chaek University of Technology. The windowless transport bus halted and recoiled, alerting me that my destination has been reached, and that I could depart to the residence of my humble relatives in the village of Sinuiju, which was a municipal city on the very edge of North Korea and China. I stepped from the ancient vehicle and began the walk towards the village’s center. There, I passed copious houses of plastered white structure and similar brown shingled roofs. Plantations were cultivated in modest amounts despite the frigid weather, and people looked as if they had fed on the crops. Up an inclination of crude concrete, positioned somewhat like gravel-built stairs, I greeted joyful faces of my aunt and uncle.