My Love In My Life

Weather can create many mix of emotions that may confuse anyone. A story that can relate to this is “The Love of My Life” by T.C. Boyle which illustrates the theme of weather and its connection to love. Weather always have some sort of connection with humans’ emotion regardless the person’s situation. In “The Love of My Life” the main characters Jeremy and China show their love through moments of certain weather.

Being a kid is a wonderfully blissful life, depending on the childhood you received. They are less taxing than adult life despite most situations, and this is a big plus. Playing, eating, being sure to clean up before meals, and fighting the authority figures that demand a curfew hour are a few concerns of a child’s role. An uncomplicated way of life that many enjoy and there are people around you to take care of your needs. No bills, no deadlines, no major responsibilities, but no identity. Children barely have a self- concept of who they as they are generally attached to their parents for the better part of seventeen years. Without fully understanding who they are, children cannot be a wholesome individual but merely an extension of their parent’s family. There is a huge lack of independence in

Life as a teenager today can be very stressful and sometimes intense. One must reflect to outweigh these crazy times with special moments and special people. Being a team member in many Pine Richland High School Band programs has allowed me to dive in and move forward sharing my love for music and touching the lives of others.

The type of people I enjoy spending time with are real down to0 earth people who like to have fun. I love to hang around people that are brave enough to do more things than me. Someone who is not scared to take risks in life, but also knows there limit as well. Not saying that I love people who gets in to trouble all the time, but they help you to be more open- minded to life. Those people like that can look back one day and not regret any chances that they talked about taking and never did. People whom live in the moment and not worry about what tomorrow might bring. I love real genuine, caring people who is not scared to speak their mind. Special qualities that not only will they hurt with the truth, but they are also there to pick you up when you fall. Having people like that in your life is a blessing meeting people with real loyalty is rare. Those are once in a lifetime people that you may not get a chance to meet every day. I have always been a shy person, but only shy until you meet me. Anyone who has ever got to know me personally knows how hard I love for people and care for them, always a shoulder to cry on, as well as a “honest ear”. I tend to always care what people say and how they judge me. That’s why I only enjoy certain qualities in people, someone who can bring me out my shell at times. Always having someone to tell me how the sky is the limit, and you are open to become whatever you want in the world. With anyone,

My mother is a very complicated woman. I believe the best way to describe her would be, “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” I know, weird way to start off my literary story, right? As much as I do not like my mother, I love her, and respect her. While I am being honest, I owe my work ethic and a vast majority of my success to her, as much as I hate to admit it. The way she lived her life, most college graduates and the societal hoity toity types would raise their noses to. However, you can’t deny her dedication to her children and their education, she is the start of my literacy journey.

I grew fearful by the minute. As I walked into the night, I wondered what my mother would say. I broke curfew, again. And my mother is as strict as an Asian parent can get. I could never understand her overprotective nature. It had grown extreme to the point where I couldn’t enjoy the little things in life. As frustrated as I was, my mother wasn’t always overprotective to this extent though. She grew extremely weary a few years ago when my father and brother both died of brain tumors within the span of a year. It was easily the worst year a family could ever endure. Every day after my brother and father died, I would pretend to be strong, not for my sake, but because someone had to hold the family together when my mother was falling apart.

Have you ever had something you love taken away from you in the worst way possible? Believe it or not, I have had that happen to me. It wasn't something material like a phone, book or even money. It was something much more precious, something that you only find once in a lifetime. This thing was taken away in a way that you might think has ceased to exist or would only happen in the medieval times. Thanks to the idiots and ignorance of the people being misled. Our natural response to something that we don't understand is to automatically consider it bad or evil.

“Pitter-patter, pitter-patter”, my 20 years old uncle holding the umbrella for me, while I am busy shedding tears. About 0.6 miles of walking in this extremely muddy road, to get to our car. Plenty of people from our village were crying and following us to the car, it almost felt like there was a death in the family. It was a dream for everyone but a nightmare to me. My heart kept yelling at me saying “look back he’s here”, I knew it was lying but I was compelled to look back. He wasn’t there, I looked back, he wasn’t there, I looked back, he wasn’t there. My 12 years old heart was begging to Allah to see him for one last time, but you don’t get what you always want. We left for Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh, it was a 5-hour car ride, which I was unconscious, during most of it. I had no idea about America, nor the difference between “America and the U.S”. All I knew was, the life would be better in America. Though I wasn’t excited about coming here at all because I would have to leave the love of my life. My family assumed that I wasn’t serious about our relationship, but he meant so much to me. I would go to sleep saying “you love me or not, I love you”. Someone once said, “you will know what true love is when you can give someone without expecting anything in return”. I was crying nonstop before the day of our flight. Just the thought of not seeing the one person, whom you gave the most valuable thing from your little life, was hunting me down, every time I inhaled and

Running on the vast, open field with the glimmering sun trailing behind as it descends behind the tall prairie grass, my friend Laura Ingles Wilder and I would play for hours. Although our lives were separated by many years, I followed her journey and experienced her life through her novels. My love of books stemmed from my mom. Since before I could read, I would lose track of time as she read the tales of Laura and her family to me as they traveled across the country and built new houses wherever they landed. After my parents divorced, my life began to resemble the Wilders’ nomadic lifestyle as we bounced between rentals every year for seven years until my grandpa helped us purchase a townhouse of our own in a better school district. Since that stage in my life, I have continued to use the books to carry me through difficult times.

When my older sisters were still in high school, every morning before school, my mother woke up bright and early, cooked breakfast, curled, straightened, or braided my sister’s and my hair, and drove us to school. After we were at school, my mother went to work, came home and prepared lunch for my dad, folded the laundry, washed the dishes and cleaned the house until it was spotless. Then she picked my sisters and me up from school, whipped up something for dinner, and double-checked if everyone had their homework finished and all the clothes, forms, and supplies we needed for school the next day. Everyday my mother does so much for my family, and she has had a tremendous impact in my life. My mother not only takes care of my family, but she also helps support other families, all the while contributing greatly to the Wabasso school district. My mother is an extraordinary woman.

Throughout my life, I have been through many difficult times in my life. At only eighteen, I never thought that I would fall in love with an addict, who opened my eyes and changed my life. I now firmly believe that facing difficult challenges in life brings you closer to those you love while learning about who you are as a person.

I am a person who is heavily influenced and defined by what I have experienced throughout my life. A particular occurence that has heavily influenced who I am and the person I am continuing to grow into is the experience of being supported by my friends when I was struggling with who I was and what the purpose of being where I am while I am here. I have struggled with trusting others and being comfortable with who I am as both an individual and how I fit into the bigger picture of my life. The love and support I experienced when I needed it most changed my perspective and outlook I have on myself and other people. Through this particular part of life and the experiences in it, I have begun to grow and develop into a person who is able to be happy and appreciative of what they possess and lack in relation to others and become involved in improving the world whenever I can.

The first thing that comes to mind would be my love for music. Ever since I was really young, music has been in my life. Whenever I’m down, angry, frustrated, stressed, etc… I would listen to the lyrics and it would calm me down to the point i’m happy. As I got older, I started to really listen to the lyrics. Every song i came across I would try to analyze and of why I think the songs mean. Is it about love? Depression? Maybe it’s about happiness. This gave me things to think about. I’ve recently started watching drum covers on youtube and this made me realize how much I want to learn to play one, but I don't really know where I could go to learn to play one.

Riding down the street with my cousin in her new car she just got for getting her licsence. A little blue car I remember. A car pulls up next to us and it was a car full of nice looking Air force boys. We were 17 and 16 years old the air force boys had to be between 19 and 22.

At the young age of eleven, I was taught how to efficiently clean a house, how to prepare large meals over the stove, how to awaken my younger siblings early in the morning and prepare them for school, and how to prepare for the next day. I felt like an important part of my family’s everyday life. Each morning I would wake up and wake all of my younger siblings up. Then I would cook breakfast as they each got ready. Before walking my siblings to the bus stop, I would make sure everyone’s appearance was nice and school appropriate. I would then return home and get ready for school myself. After school, I returned home to check my siblings’ homework. Not only did I take the time to make sure it was correct, but I also made sure my siblings