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.

Throughout the course of our existence we search for ourselves and what makes us truly happy. It makes sense that when we do not feel happy or content with ourselves that we find a way to change that. That’s where my adventure begins and continues to this day. This entire chapter of my life has been a battle with family, friends, and myself. I still think that no matter what others think my happiness and love for myself is more important. There’s times I let others opinions go before my mental health, I’ve always worried what others think. It may be why I still have problems today with this topic around my parents. The more I grow up the more I realize I don’t have to be what everyone else has labeled me as, I can be myself and be happy.

My life has always been boring. It’s always been the same things again and again, but without my music, family, friends, and my daydreaming, I would never have a chance to at least try overcome my problems such as social anxiety. Without those things I probably wouldn’t be able to do things like die my hair wacky colors.

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.

Music is the reason I wake up each morning; it is the reason I go to school each day; it is what I spend all of my free time doing. Since my seventh grade, music has been my passion. My parents introduced me to the joy of music at a very young age, so music has always offered me the same everyday comforts as Blue Box mac and cheese. I have been exposed to many genres of music from Classical, to Pop, to Jazz, and many others.

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.

I started laughing like I’d never laugh again in my life. A week ago, I sent a recording of my voice for the audition for the Christmas duet and now I got the position for it. And my partner is James Brown! He is the most charming person I could ever think of. His chocolate colored eyes always sparkled, and his low manly voice would always melt my insides into a puddle of goo. Finally, I have a chance to work with him; a chance to see my love of my life.

Love is that crazy feeling that everyone gets to experience at least once in their lifetime. From a young age, we are taught mainly by Mexican parents, that having feelings towards another individual meant getting “cooties”. (A children’s term for getting imaginary germs from another boy or girl by either touching them, kissing them, or holding hands.) However, getting “cooties” never had a real meaning. Well, at least not for me. I was a kiddo that was unique. Ever since I was young, I was always being told, mostly by my parents, that love was the best feeling that you will ever get to feel within you. I’m guessing that neither one of my parents got their heart broken because they never told me that love could also break you. That’s what happened with my first love. The first I fell in love with, and the one who broke my heart. Experiencing affection towards another individual and having my heart broken was the time I learned something new.

Everyone has that best friend they believe they will have forever, they plan out their future together, but that can all come crashing down. That is what happened with Jason James and I. Jason was once my best friend, practically a brother, we did everything together. I was always there for him, in the times when he needed someone the most. Jason James suffered from depression, like me. Because I knew exactly what he was going through, we became close. But there was always something off about our friendship. It was always about him. One day I got a text from Jason saying he needed to get out of the house and just talk. I, of course, sprang to action. I picked him up and we got ice cream and talked. I let him talk through what was going on, and gave him the advice he needed. Then a couple days later I was having a rough day, and I just wanted someone to talk to, I texted Jason hoping he could help. He said he would come over, and be with me. But when he got there all he did was talk about him. Everything I would say he would turn it around and make it about him. Although this did not happen all the time, it did most often. Jason James was a negative influence on my life because our friendship was only about him, he blamed me for every problem he faced, and he never truly cared.

For the past 17 years of my life, I have been single, which allowed me to be happy and free. I knew I would find the one that would steal my heart and treat me like I deserve, so I had every right to be carefree. Then, in April of 2017, I met a boy through mutual friends and we clicked, instantly. My whole world changed for the better and I was on cloud nine every time we talked, touched, and even when we looked at each other. It moved pretty quickly, but it felt right to do so. Then, on May 7, 2017, we made it official… we were dating. It was a blast up until he left to go council at church camp on June 5 because he would be gone the entire week and come home on Saturday afternoons and leave Sunday evenings. I was devastated when he left because he was no longer with me physically, but the thing he kept telling me was, “I am in your heart, so I am always with you.” This, along with the brief morning and good night conversations, is what helped me made me make it through the week until Saturday came. We were happy and made the most out of the little time that we got to spend together. Then, on July 6, I went to Costa Rica and instead of being a counselor, he was a camper. While I was in Costa Rica, I had little to no internet connection and since he was a camper, he was not allowed to have his phone at all. Given this, we did not talk at all that week. I came home late on the fourteenth of July and when I saw him the next day, I knew in my heart something was different. He

Everybody wants to find their perfect other halves. I'm here to tell you, it's not always where or even when you're looking. Sometimes love shows its glorious face when you're least expecting it. I just so happened to find it in a barroom and it changed my life forever. Even though I never thought I would be in another meaningful relationship and I tried to "hook him up" with my friend, Jordan has become, not only my significant other but my best friend and soul mate.

There’s usually not a lot of words that I could use to describe myself whenever people ask me to tell them about who I am, but for this letter I’ll make it work! I guess I could start by telling you a few things about my family, so here I go. I live with both of my parents and siblings in a quite small house with a German Shepherd dog. As you know, both of my siblings--- Augustus and Ellen--- graduated here in DMCI a few years ago. They’re doing really great in university, well except when they have exams because they tend to stress a lot. I’ve done many things with my siblings, and I guess that’s the reason why I got to know and got the chance face my fears. As for my parents, they exposed me to different things in life that I could potentially love or hate, which is what made me who I am today. While everyone else made me realize the important things in life and that is living your life to the fullest, just like the summer I had this year.

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 was the first born in my family. I am the oldest of 20 great-grandchildren and 13 grandchildren; I’m the first of my generation in my family. With this being the case, I was often put in situations where it was just me and a bunch of adults. I am very grateful for this because, now, I can talk to adults and strangers very easily. Through these experiences, I have been able to have conversations with all sorts of people. I have heard stories of great success and of grand failures. In my experience, the wisest people are those who had awesome success without losing the meaning or true happiness of life. In my life, I have had two people who were real mentors to me, Jeff Sandefer and Gretchen Anderson.

I wanna start this essay by first define what is reading and writing is ,everyone could agree that reading is a process where the student get meanings from everything that they see around.Writing is basically your free choice of words.I was in Preschool when i first realize that i love reading and writing.I remember my mom walking to my class and me not knowing that i would be walking out with knowledge to read and write.My Preschool teacher Ms.Newman was a artistic teacher and she would express herself through her clothes.she would have colorful words on her walls that each letter in the alphabet had a picture to represent it.she would wear different colors sweaters that would have a bunch words on them and she would read to us as a class and it had me really excited to read.I instantly wanted to read anything i put my hand on!Often, I would read the cartoons comics in the newspaper every Sunday and I felt so smart reading it.In class,We would spilt into groups and talk about how we felt about the story Ms.Newman read to us.As the year progressed, we would cut out letters,magazines,and newspapers etc and put them in our journal.This is how my love for reading and writing all begin.