My Life Autobiography

It started off slow and by slow I mean really slow. My father was a deacon and my mother was the Sunday school teacher for the kids and adults, My Spirituality was something I don’t think much about as a kid. I was more in to Power Ranger and Ninja Turtle that anything else. My mom and dad tried to make god a part of my life but it don’t work. I was just a little kid and all I want was to play.

I was born in North Sioux City, Iowa. I grew up there till the time I was seven. From age five to age seven, all I would eat was peanut butter and jelly. I refused to eat anything else. My sister was a year younger than me and was always getting into things. Hospital visit after hospital visit thanks to her. Other than that, my childhood memories are faint. The only other thing I remember is not being able to read picture books with all the other kindergarteners and having to read with the, at the time, scary 2nd graders. My parents got divorced when I was seven and we finally moved to Milford, Iowa. I strongly disliked it at first, but I made some awesome friends in 4th grade that stood by my side.

I surveyed the crowd before my speech began, the sea of purple and white graduation gowns and the countless eyes of proud parents, including my own, reminded me of the task at hand. As part of student council, I was asked to deliver a speech to a packed auditorium at graduation. In a matter of moments, the glare of hundreds of people would be focused in my direction, scrutinizing every word and analyzing every one of my carefully crafted sentences. My heart raced and beneath the purple gown my legs shook, however, I hid the adrenaline rush while my thoughts ran through as to what I would soon say. Before I knew it, the previous speaker had finished, and my time had come. I swaggered up to the podium with a smile and gazed out at the familiar faces. Then, for a moment, I paused.

Certain songs resonate deep down within one’s soul. The reason may not seem clear, but particular songs cause an effect on a person when they are heard. Many songs cause this reaction, and even though a person cannot quite put his or her finger on the how and why, a person experiences this forever. A song can achieve incredible things. Whether the song lifts someone’s spirits, transports their mind to a time and place long since passed, or breaks their hearts, music is a constant. Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Simple Man” may have been overshadowed by the band’s songs “Free Bird” and “Sweet Home Alabama”, but “Simple Man” takes a person back to their childhood, evokes hope, and reminds people that the things needed in life remain simple

My earliest memories of being read to were when I was five years of age and my

The pain in my ear was unbearable. I started to freak out because I had no idea what had happened. One moment I was running around the trailer and the next I was on the ground with a weird ringing sound in my ear. I was rushed to the emergency room that night. They told me that a bolt had broken off of the tire my dad was fixing and that it had hit me in the ear. They said if it would've been anymore to the right I would have lost my hearing in my right ear. When I was getting stitches they had six doctors holding me down because the medicine they used to numb the pain didn't work. I felt like an animal trapped in a small cage with no room to move. This experience started with a simple calling of my name to help my dad in the garage.

Howard, Reno and I were at my friend’s house TJ smoking marijuana when Howard told me about Chambers.

Though I have only been at Solebury for a short period of time I feel as though I have accomplished a lot. My main accomplishment has been listening and taking to heart what everybody in the office has to offer. Everybody comes from varied and distinct backgrounds and brings something different to the table and I have tried to learn as much and take in as much information as possible. On a more technical level, since the end of October when I started, I have been able to take on a significant amount of responsibility including working multiple facets of the earnings process. I have worked on post earnings presentations for multiple clients and have done research for both our clients and their peers. In addition to the post earnings reports,

I was born on February 2, 1995. My parents were young when they had me, my mom was 20 and my dad was 23. I was not breast fed because my mother went back to work very soon after I was born. Though I had a fairly normal upbringing, my parents worked quite a bit. Three days a week I would go to my grandmother’s house while my parents were working. When I got older I went to preschool two days a week.

My academic record does not accurately reflect my capabilities. Due to circumstances in my life, including death, depression, financial issues, and maintaining employment I became distracted and did not put in my best effort at school. I am not making excuses for myself because I know school is my first priority, and I should have overcame those obstacles and performed better. During my undergraduation education I learned a lot about myself and how to handle situations. I learned that I am human, so I will go through challenges, but it is up to me to avoid allowing anything to keep me away from the things that matter most, my education. I know that physical therapy school is tough and I will encounter many hurdles during my time in physical

I was born in Rogers, Arkansas on October 4, 2000. At the time, my parents and two sisters lived in a little blue house on Honeysuckle Court in Bentonville. This was the house where I would grow up in, and make all my childhood memories. I would go to school at the same elementary and middle school as my sisters, and later graduate from Bentonville High School. Little did we know that this plan my family had made would change before my sisters and I were out of school.

How does a person begin to write a narrative of their own life, relating events and ideas back to their own culture? Well, first, I’d like to give some baseline information about myself. I am a white, middle-class, educated, mid-western, Christian female athlete. I come from a traditional family with a mother, father, one brother, and two sisters. Taking those characteristics into account, I would say that I am a privileged member of society, and being privileged has been part of my culture. In addition, the largest influences on my life and worldview were my family, school, church, and the area I grew up.

My life has always been about packing bags, looking at new homes, and suffering through the anxiety of fitting in and making new friends. At this point in my life, staying in one place would be a change for me. The one thing I can always count on being different is the people I meet along the way. I can’t complain though, my life has been enriched with different cultures, exploring different states, and meeting new people. However, there were a lot of bumps in the road.

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.