My Life - Original Writing Essay

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?

At the age of about six years old, I came face to face with my guardian angel. Ordinarily, most people have fairly rote childhoods, but I cannot attest to the same. The equation of my life had many variables, with a unique solution. During a portion of my life, not only did my family and I reside in the economically challenged portion of Joshua Tree, but also, my mother had seven children in her household, all under the age of twelve. My mother, loving four kids of her own, had felt obliged to take in her brother’s kids due to their unstable home life. Bionically, she managed to keep all of us rugrats alive while working full time as a daycare provider and completing her college education in order to become a credentialed

My essay for assignment 5 was the most memorable essay for me to write. When I first looked at this assignment, I was nervous about writing a letter from my grandfather to myself. I did not know what he would say to me since I didn’t talk to him much during his last days. Instead of writing out a whole letter, I decided to just write parts of a letter and analyze each part as I wrote. I felt that this was a better strategy for me because it allowed me to compare my feelings to those that I thought my grandfather would feel.

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 really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.

Me and a couple of friends were driving around on gravel one day, while we were waiting for pizza. The gravel road came to a t intersection. The driver thought it would be a good idea to drift left on the corner, which did not end very well. My Arm had went through the window and got cut up badly. My nerves were cut, I was bleeding out. I told one of the passengers to call 911 and which they did. I had pulled myself out of the car and flung myself out of the ditch. Then I layed down so I wouldn’t bleed out as fast, When the ambulance arrived the call that was made said my arm was broke, they were in for a suprise, I was bleeding everywhere so they rushed me to the hospital and decided they were gonna take me in a bird to iowa city for imidiate surgery. (continues to essay) I remember being in the helicopter it felt weird and felt like we were just floating. The paramedics were just telling me too keep calm and it’ll be alright, at one point I thought i was gonna die so I asked them, and they said no we got you. They took me in once we got there which I don’t remember because they had me all drugged up. I was in the first surgery for six straight hours. They had to attach my artiries and my tendons,muscles everything. I had another surgery the next couple days to remove more glass that was stuck deep into my arm. They had to take a skin graph off of my thigh to put on my arm and a 6 in vain out of my leg to put in my arm also, therefore i couldn’t walk that well either. The

“Yay, you can do it now,” exclaimed my mom as I was riding my bike for the first time without training wheels. We were in our neighborhood on a sunny afternoon in summer. My mom was watching me with excitement in your eyes of what I could do. I was on my pink princess bike, at this time I was 5 ½ years old. I was riding my bike in front of our house and around the circle. My dad was cutting the grass, but stopped and watched me for a minute or two and started clapping as I ride my bike. I went inside to get a drink, but I was back outside in a flash because I didn’t want to get away from my bike. I didn’t want to get away from my bike because it was the best thing that has ever happened to me.

I never chose to live in Newark, New Jersey. After I was born, my dad left us, and my mom fell off the wagon we just kinda ended up here. I swear my mom has vodka coursing through her veins instead of blood.

From a young age I was always being told that I couldn't achieve what I wanted, being told that at as a young child it pushed me to be better and to prove that I can do anything I can put my mind to, and from that day on and I haven’t given up on anything, therefore ambitious is my trait.

Lights; red and blue. Handcuffs; silver and waiting. A jail cell; cold and desolate. Each of these words describe things that a criminal would have seen before being introduced to their fate. What do a criminal and little Anna have in common? More than one would think, but that is to be explained later. Before I committed my deed, I would describe my childhood as a dreamlike bliss. I lead a pretty charmed life-two parents, a sister, a soon-to-be brother, and an iridescent, teal-colored room. What more could a seven year old ask for? But really, my life was pretty fantastic. I was a clueless little girl with a Dora Explorer(cultural allusion) haircut and larger than life bow to match. However, one day I made a dreadful mistake that haunted my childhood; I robbed the Easter Bunny. You're probably wondering how I could have possibly robbed something that doesn’t exist, but my seven year old self would tell you otherwise in a heartbeat. To me, the day I robbed the very real Easter Bunny was a day I will never forget.

I was taught to be accepting, outgoing, and independent. By this point in my life, that's exactly what I've become. My education, happiness, and family were always top priorities.

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.

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.

I am at room in a very spacious hotel with beautiful ambience and a relaxed atmosphere, far away from the hustles and bustles of this world. And as i could visualize an endless wilderness and say; “it’s in middle of nowhere”, so is this locational description of this hotel. What I now know though, is that it’s at the periphery of our Narok County, deep at the Maasai Mara, Kenya. The hotel usually visited by the high and mighty of this world: Hollywood movie producers, renowned basket ballers and was actually visited by Barack Obama, when he was the United States Senator, Illinois.

Reaching for my left hand, he lifted it to his lips and kissed it. I pulled my hand away quickly. “I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate you sitting on his seat and talking to his girlfriend.” “I know your boyfriend Ms. Loran. Brian and my half-brother Philip went to school together. My brother’s name is Phil Tatum. He still lives in NY. Do you know him?” “Yes…Oh. You are full of surprises. I met your brother at a fundraiser a month ago. Your brother is such a wonderful man.”