My Life With My Parents

Growing up in Chicago, I attended a neighborhood school from preschool through first grade. Although it was an exceptional school for elementary kids, the education for middle school and high school students was not as adequate. Seeking a better place to raise their children, my parents were faced with a tough choice. When I was in 2nd grade, our family made the decision to move to the suburbs. On July 3rd, we all packed into our Honda minivan and drove 45 minutes to a new home in the town of Winnetka. Within my first year at Crow Island, my new school, I learned so many new things. I started playing the violin and speaking Spanish, neither of which were offered at my old school. I met my best friends that I'm still close with now. Over the

I had my cousins and aunts and uncles. I also had my grandparents from my dad’s side. So it was as if a part of home was coming with me. It was August so my cousins didn’t have to enter school until the 3rd of september, we had our fun but summer had to come to an end and they had to go to school. Of course my mom being the forgetful woman she is, forgot my transfer papers so I didn’t enter school until a week later. I remember my first day of school was awkward, I didn’t know anybody besides my cousin. Which I’m thankful for because she’s the one who made this situation a lot easier. She introduced me to some of her friends and that very same day I met many great friends. Some of which I still talk to, to this

After this I began intermediate school at Wood Intermediate, which was a huge transition for me because I had to make a new group of friends because many of mine were going to a different school. This was a weird time for me because I didn’t know who to establish myself with because a lot of those people were already friends and I was the new kid. Eventually I found the greatest group of friends I could possibly wish for, and we are all still friends today. After intermediate school I attended North High School, where I was accepted to the Dual Enrollment program. And I have worked hard every day to reach my accomplishment of attending college, while also balancing a job half-way through my junior year and my senior

My life was just normal being in New Hampshire. But then I had to move to Florida, when I was 3. The reason why is because of my mothers' job. She found a school that was better than the one she was at then. That was an interesting change for me. I was just 3 years old and I loved the cold and snow. Our time in Florida did not last long. The difference in weather really did not affect my life as much then others because I like colder weather a beater then hot weather. Me and my parents moved back up to New England again, but to Connecticut this time because of my mom for her work again. Apparently, it's hard for schools to find a good head admissions person. So, in Connecticut where I met 2 guys that became my best friends. We taught things

We moved in with a new roommate in the Friendly neighborhood but luckily got to finish the year at Goshin. I started and finished my fifth grade year at Adams elementary. I spent my six grade year at roosevelt middle school that was the year that my uncle moved down from portland and started living with me my mom and our roommate. I finished sixth grade and moved on to seventh grade at roosevelt then halfway through my seventh grade year my mom decided to buy a house across town with my grandma that had just moved down for alaska. My uncle moved in with my grandma and we stayed with them for a little while, while we fixed up the house. Once we had moved in I transferred schools from roosevelt to kelly middle school where I finished my seventh and eighth grade years. I started my freshman year in high school even though I had a trouble reading until I was in fourth grade and was on an IEP till seventh I made it to high school and plan to go

January 2015, I moved to Bothell, Washington from Kirkland, Washington. Moving to a new city means moving to a new school. I did not like that idea. I already had a bunch of friends in Kirkland, I couldn't just leave them out of the blue like that. Plus, it was in the middle of the school year.

The first days of school became the saddest days of my life. Not only was I missing my parents, but also I was intimidated. I was used to getting the best grades at my former school; here in New York, I was something different, somehow less. I neither liked nor understood what was happening to me. Because of my inability to speak fluently, and without inventing words, a few weeks after trying to fit in at school I decided to give up. I limited my social life to talk only to Spanish speakers, I did well in every subject except for English, and I lost all my interest in learning proper

Thankfully, I was born in supportive and loving family. Both of my parents worked very hard to provide for the family. My dad was a skilled carpenter thereby, he would go to different parts of Nepal and India to work. On the other hand, my mom stayed home and worked. She would make Nanglo; a flat, round tray made of bamboo and sell those to earn some money. Besides that, she did various other works such as sewing, sharecropping etc. Even though she was busy most of the time she never failed to encourage me to study. She was the first one to teach me the importance of education even

It was the year 2008, I had just graduated from St. Michael’s School located in Los Angeles, CA. This year was quite exhilarating for me also scary because I was going to attend an all-girls high school. Los Angeles was my birth place also a place where I called home. One day, I came home to hearing my parents talking about moving to Mississippi. I remained devastated, not only we were moving to the south, I’m moving away from childhood friends. I was worried I wouldn’t see them again and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make new friends in Mississippi.

I wish I could say that my childhood was halcyon, but it filled with challenges. I was born and raised in a medically deserted community had only one part-time physician. Even today, the residents in my hometown face difficulty in search of quality medical treatment. In addition to the scant amount of medical attention given, this place also faced with educational difficulty. I have no memory of my father succumbed to liver cancer when I was only two. My mom never told me whether they went to school or not. Regardless of her educational background, she considered education is prior in life. Therefore, she did the best she could to ensure that I got a quality education. However, I had to walk 10 miles to school and it was harsh for me. Moreover, I remember the classroom activity was also hard, having a toll and a grip-comfortable pencil was not an option, and students shared few antiquated school supplies.

Growing up in a home with both my parents, I was fortunate to be able to spend a lot of quality time with my father. We used to go out together and play soccer, baseball, and ride bikes. I remember we used to play a lot of old school video games and my mother would get pretty upset at the hours we spent playing and not doing anything productive. In my point of view, our relationship was perfect; our bond was strong like any father and son. I was only four years old when my world was turned upside down. My life changed the day that my mom and my dad separated, I felt alone. The process of a divorce was too much for a child that age to handle; it was a hard time for me. Although I had no father figure for about 12 years because my dad moved

“In order to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure” (Bill Cosby). Reflecting back on my life I have dealt with numerous downfalls but I always bounce back. I was born in India and moved here when I was six years old. As I grew up in California I was not a bright student at first. I was enrolled in Carmichael Elementary in which I was the only one with Turban on my head, which caused me to get into a lot of fights with other students who were making fun of turban. Not knowing how to speak English at the time affected the way interacted with teachers and students. On the other hand my family always had a tight budget at home. Both of my parents worked at the store we owned which was the only source money. At school kids were always talking about their new shoes and the iPod which his or her parents got them. I didn’t get everything I wanted as a kid but as I got older I understand if did I could be a spoiled brat. When I moved from Carmichael to Sacramento and I was enrolled at Maeola R. Beitzel elementary. Going to this new school I already learned English so I made marvelous friends and was surrounded by positive people. Going from a chaos environment to this harmonious environment in part because I was speaking English, made me have unique personality .I was playing sports and growing as a student. Those years went by in no time. Now I am in high school and my family’s income has been growing. My mom changed her work to now at Jack in

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.

Me and my parents have a really strong bond and we have a really strong relationship. They are the only ones in my life that help and support me in anything I do. They don't want me to give up because sometimes things get hard. My parents and I need to learn how to continue on and work through it without giving up. My parents know when something is wrong and I want to give up, but they always tell me to never give up and they make me work harder. I desire to be like them, I want to be strong and independent.

As a child, I remember growing up in an area of Atlanta, Georgia called Mechanicsville. This area was very diverse with people from various socioeconomic backgrounds. Often, my mother would share valuable life lessons with my siblings and me. One, in particular, I remember even to this day is, “Life is only as challenging or motivating as you make it”. Originally, I did not quite understand the purpose of this aphorism; but as I got older, the meaning became quite clear. Although life for me has been both wholesome and unhealthy, in hindsight, it seemed better than my childhood friends. If you knew the real story, you would see that my life is not as perfect as it appears. Just to provide you with a little insight into my world, I had a