My Love In Life

My chubby face gazed up at my mom, who was the love of my life, and proclaimed, “This is the worst day ever because the other girls are mean and it’s raining outside.” I leaped from puddle to puddle in our pothole-infested driveway after my first day of third grade at a new school, loosely holding my mom’s hand because I trusted she would never let go. She wrapped me in a hug before speaking in Hindi, “Meri Beti, my daughter, some people will look at you like you are the sun and some will not. But

In my life, I have always tried to find things that make my life more joyful and peaceful, and there really are three things that I can think of to best illustrate my love for peace and joy. The first is the willow sapling that, to me, represents the joy of my childhood. The second is the guitar that I first learned to play on, that represents my love of music and the peace that I get from it. The third is the postcard I brought back from New Zealand that represents my love of travel and adventure

It was the summer before my senior year at John I. Burton had started. I had been dating what I thought was the love of my life. His name was Alex Dean. His bright green eyes and sandy brown hair were my favorite things about him. Alex treated me with so much kindness during our relationship, and I had never had anyone treat me that way before. He was very trustworthy, but he also had a very jealous and controlling side to him. He would always say things like, “You can just text me tomorrow

contemplating one of the largest decisions I have made in my life; whether to play professional soccer or pursue medicine. After five years of soccer in grade school, four years in high school, two years in college, three weeks in Croatia, and I had received what I had dreamed of all that time, an offer to play soccer at the professional level in Europe. Years of dedication and hard work had brought me to this point but during this time I had developed a love, consistent with Freud’s psychoanalytical perspective

-Part One- "The love of my life" ,this story made me think about my own life of many things I could relate too. Questioning my actions, leading up to my present life . I can definitely relate having three kids all out of wedlock moreover being reckless with love. Gentlemen promising me love, understanding and help when I too became pregnant. Sadly though, I did not receive what I was led on to believe I would get. When in actuality , they unlike Jeremy abandoned me. Though I

January 1, 2013 is the day my life changed. I'm from a small town in Florida where everybody knew everybody and everybody else's business. I knew everybody’s car, house, address, and about every phone number. It was safe to say that for the first thirteen years of my life, I travelled nowhere and didn't see anybody but the everyday faces in this town. I learned to love this town mostly because I was comfortable. I didn't have to worry about not knowing where I was going or not knowing people. It

Now it begins, the next chapter, this amazing moment where I start a new part of my life. The next steps I take might be at the door of your institution. To introduce myself, I am Matthew Kopsachilis from Long Island, a man who has one dream, to make movies. Today, you will understand why I am a perfect candidate to be a Film Production Major at your school. I live by the quote, “Life is a story, so make it a good one!” I have always loved telling stories. Back in elementary school, I told stories

Dear family, mother, father, dearest grandmother, and beloved cousins, if my misfortune is your happiness, then I'll gladly suffer. If my wails at night are music to your ears, then I’ll write you a symphony. If my blood, sweat, and tears keep you shining, then I’ll bleed you an ocean. To my family of whom I would do anything for, if the Hannah Pham in front of you doesn't meet your standards, then, I’ll gladly see her out. Almost every Asian child is taught the most fundamental principle of our

Your family only loves you because they have to. They only care for you because they have to. Your friends take care of you because they want to. Your friends love you because they chose to. This is the credo that I have lived by my whole life because that is all I have ever known. Six years ago, my mom passed away of an accidental over the counter overdose. It was a bright sunny summer morning when Tori, dad and I decided we wanted to go swimming for a little while my mother was still asleep. Granted

is special, unique, distinctive, and/or impressive about my life is that I’m the type person that is caring, friendly, and is always there for someone when they are feeling down, also my love of soccer, I see both of those things as special. My family as always been the type of people that cares about other people and helps them out, mostly my grandma so I think I got that from her and my family has also been a huge fan of soccer so from those