Where a person lives, can influence their life’s trajectory. Accesses to quality education and opportunities are determined by zip code. As I think about the access and opportunity gap, my thoughts often return to my high school graduation in June 1991. Experiencing childhood in Wellston, Missouri, a segregated, poverty-stricken community in Saint Louis, the importance of education was instilled at an early age. Watching television was not permitted while my mother was at work. Instead, books from libraries and secondhand shops were our source of entertainment. I cannot tell you how many times I read Roots and Gone with the Wind. In the 1960s, my mother was the only one out of our immediate family to graduate high school. Eventually, she gained a secretarial certificate to work on an army base. Having a secretarial certificate allowed her to uproot her family from Wellston before the school district lost its accreditation. After moving from school to school, we finally settled in my junior year in a middle class community that looked like us. The architecture of this school resembled a shopping mall with vast resources for students. Mathematics and science became my obsession, and I immersed myself in this new community, taking part in various clubs, learning, inventing and experimenting. Crossing the graduation stage, I recall visiting my guidance counselor’s office the day, Dr. Keener Tippin introduced himself. This towering man explained he was there to
Topic (Biographical Essay): We are interested in learning more about you and the context in which you have grown up, formed your aspirations, and accomplished your academic successes. Please describe the factors and challenges that have most shaped your personal life and aspirations. How have these factors helped you to grow?
Human beings are always in constant development process, throughout their life history. People often pass various stages and occurrences in life, which in one way or the other shape their being into what they are today. Actually, this is the reason why sociologists argue that we are the product of our environment, implying that every human behavior emanated from what they saw or experienced in life. In relation to this, this paper will discuss at length about my individual development narrative, and go a notch higher to explain every occurrence/stage in my life from a theoretical perspective.
As far as I know, a few people in this world are born to do great things. I am here trying to find myself. I 'm here at college to figure it out, whether I want to go into environmental science, chemistry, criminal justice, or something completely different. I 'm eager to try out new things and meet new people, and hopefully find something that I am exceptional at. Music is my life purpose.
The wind was blowing and leaves were falling, it was fall. It was my favorite time of year. I stood out on my front porch and soaked up the fall breeze and the pumpkin spice smells. Everything was perfect and for a moment it felt like there was nothing wrong with my life. Then I heard her, it was my Mom.
I have decided to delay my trip up north just for a day or two. I have sent Dr. Michaels my articles and also the note from Kratzman. Before I make my way up North I have thought about starting a new Life Frame when I find my father up north, so I will put my wire cage in a safe location where it won’t be destroyed. Up North at Highway One I will be nice and relaxed living with my father and I will have a lot of time to spend on the Life Frame. I think my father will willingly help with the Life Frame when I arrive at his house.
My life has been a crazy roller coaster with many events that have affected my life all in different ways. There have been times where my life has been at its highest peak in the world then it falls down, right into a deep valley. From the time my lovable younger sister came into my life to when my grandpa had a near death experience, I have learned many valuable lessons through the rough times as well as the more happy times. When I was a young girl, my mom had always told me the same thing over and over again. I never really thought about how a few words would have a deep effect on me in a short amount of time.
I never knew what it felt like to be content in a relationship, or what true love was, until I met Dan. Prior to this success, I disentangled myself out of a three year relationship full of manipulative and childish acts.
Five words kept replaying in my mine, “Promise me you won’t tell anyone,” and I did that; without hesitation, I promised. Overwhelmed with emotions that are churning through by body, I’ve realized that I’ve just made a statement that consequently, I would grow to regret. Feeling bemused and as though I can barely breathe, and knowing that I will betray her, the decision is made. Every part of my being knows that I must find him; at her expense.
I grew up in a house nestled in the mountains of Colorado, with a very unconventional family life. I was taught how to appreciate nature, and how to set up a tent, and how to downhill ski at the age of 4. I knew nothing about God, I had never even been to a church. I was always the kid who asked countless questions, and I remember asking my family if there was a God, I don’t think I ever got an answer. My childhood was also a lot messier than most kids, my parents split up when I was nine and when my mom was laid off of her job she started drinking a lot, and slowly fell into the arms of alcoholism. I remember nights when I would call my dad because my mom was so drunk that she passed out or was trying to drive somewhere. After some time I decided as an eleven year old that living with my mom wasn't safe, so I moved in full time with my dad, and cut off all contact with my mom. My dad felt so guily that my mom was hurting me so he went to court and fought hard for custody and after 6 months we won, it was truly the sweetest victory. It wasn’t until high school that my best friend invited me to youth group. I showed up and everyone started hugging me, and I was so confused as to why these people already loved me. After that night I knew there was something inside them that I needed. My sophomore year of high school I decided to go on a week long mission trip to Jamaica. That week completely changed my life, a friend of mine was washing my feet and at that moment jesus so
Wake up, eat, pasture the sheep, eat, and hit the hay. This was my routine for as long as I could remember and I was ok with that. Life was great just me and my fat sheep, that’s all I really needed and of course my cheese and milk . No one really came around because my kind is known to be wild savages and lawless, and there not completely wrong, I could never see eye to eye with anyone so it’s probably best that I lived solo. My home was a mountainous cave just right for my size. The rugged walls and hard floors to others might look uncomfortable but not to me, I was content as ever. Today started same as always I awoke and made my way out to the fields. The early morning rays of sun kissed the rolling hills and I stood still, captivated by the beauty. I took in the warmth that made the hair on my skin rise. I watched as two birds hovered in and out of trees singing a song of whistles on repeat. I made my way through the trees on the look for some more firewood with my sheep not far behind getting all chunky just for me. After hours out on the pasture I started to head home with my boughs on my shoulder and my sheep to the right of me. My day wasn’t over yet, I threw the wood in the cave and closed it up with the boulder I called a door. I took a seat and got to work milking my ewes and to be honest the job was pretty ew. I can’t complain though because that was my supper and man it tasted bomb. I finished all my chores and poked at the fire thinking that this day was
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.
One's dream and aspirations to supersede in life must be stronger and greater than limitations set forth by others. The experience that were bestowed to me during my short life has elevated me to the woman I am today. Please walk with me as I give you the opportunity to see the world from my eyes:
This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.
Where a person lives can greatly influence the trajectory of their life. Access to quality education and opportunities are based on zip code which divides us all. I reminisce of the access and opportunity gap when I reflect on my high school graduation in June 1991. Experiencing childhood in Wellston, Missouri, a highly segregated, poverty stricken community in Saint Louis, the importance of education was instilled at an early age. I did not understand why watching television was forbidden when my mother was not at home. Instead, books from libraries and secondhand shops were my source of entertainment. I cannot tell you how many times I read Roots, Gone with the Wind and numerous science mystery novels. My mother socioeconomic status varied differently from others in my family and community. She graduated from high school and gained a secretarial certificate to work on a US Army base. Whereas my aunts and uncles did not graduate high school nor did my grandmother. Possessing a secretarial certificate allowed her to uproot her family from Wellston before the school district lost its accreditation. After moving from school to school, we finally settled in my junior year. This was the sixth high school that my siblings and I attended and we were surrounded by middle and upper class families that resembled us. Mathematics and science became my obsession and I immersed myself in this new community, taking part in various clubs, learning, inventing and experimenting.
Where we live makes a big difference in our quality of life. Access to quality education and opportunities is based on zip code which divides us all. I am reminded of the access and opportunity gap when I reflect on my high school graduation in June 1991. Growing up in Wellston, Missouri, one of the most segregated, poverty stricken areas in Saint Louis, the importance of education was instilled at an early age. I did not understand why watching television was forbidden when my mother was not at home. Instead, books from libraries and secondhand shops were my source of entertainment. I cannot tell you how many times I read Roots, Gone with the Wind and numerous science mystery novels. But that graduation day, it all made sense. My mother graduated from high school and gained a secretarial certificate to work on a US Army base. Whereas my aunts and uncles did not graduate high school nor did my grandmother. We left Wellston before the school district lost its accreditation. After moving from school to school, we finally settled. I was in my junior year, the sixth high school that my siblings and I attended. We were surrounded by middle and upper class families that looked like us. Mathematics and science became my obsession and I immersed myself in this new community, taking part in various clubs, learning, inventing and experimenting. I walked into my guidance counselor’s office as I did many times that year. But this time it was different since a visitor was